<?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-816493367929211853</id><updated>2011-12-19T12:10:03.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parks Unlimited</title><subtitle type='html'>Family, Football &amp; Shootin' Birds</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564279047564119733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-6695161158782769827</id><published>2008-02-28T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:16:30.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Do You See When You Look In the Mirror?</title><content type='html'>Today at the &lt;a href="http://farmerstraining.com/"&gt;Farmers Agency Development Center&lt;/a&gt; I had a special seminar for all of the Agents that I train.  I had a special guest speaker, Joe Schoenig, from Lubbock, TX.  Joe is one of the greatest agents in the history of Farmers Insurance, but more importantly, he is a great man.  I have heard him speak many times and every time he has made an impact on my life.  Well it happened again today.  I make a living by teaching salespeople how to hammer out a living in a highly competitive industry.  Unfortunately for me, I am usually the one speaking to people rather than being spoken to.  I learned a long time ago that you learn more from listening than you do by talking.  I believe this is the reason God gave us two ears and one mouth.  Since my business requires me to talk all the time, I don't get many opportunities to get to hear other people and learn from them.  Today was a good day.  I got fed!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the last 7 years of my life, I have seen a lot of agents come and go.  So what is the difference between success and failure in all facets of life?  One of my favorite quotes (and a quote that I try to live my life by) is, "Successful people are successful because they form the habits of doing things that failures don't like to do."  This quote is from the essay "&lt;a href="http://www.theintellectualviewpoint.com/reading/thecommondenominatorofsuccess-albertengray.pdf"&gt;The Common Denominator of Success&lt;/a&gt;" by Albert Gray (take time to read it, it may change your life).  I believe this statement to be true in business, marriage, raising kids, sports, and the list goes on.  We all want success in everything we do.  The question is not whether or not we want success.  The question is are we willing to do the things that we don't want to do in order to obtain success.  I don't like doing laundry or washing dishes, but if I don't, the wife is not very happy with me.  If the wife is not happy, well...I will stop there, you probably get the point.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so where am I going with all of this psychological mumbo jumbo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I still hope to continue to live my life by the quote I referenced above, Joe shook things up for me a little bit today.  I have probably heard Joe make this statement before, but it just didn't register.  Maybe I wasn't quite ready for it before?  The foundation of Joe's business and life lies in the following paraphrased quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When you look in the mirror, who do you see?  Our job is not to __________ (fill in the blank) our job is to serve our fellow man.  Our responsibility is to help our fellow man by improving their lives.  If you focus your time on serving your fellow man, one day you will look in the mirror and you will no longer see yourself, but you will see your fellow man."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thought after hearing this today was, "Man I'm selfish."  Whether it is our business life or personal life, what is our responsibility?  This is a hard one for me.  This is one of those things where I know the right answer, but man it's hard.  I hope someday I look in the mirror and see my wife, my kids, my parents, my brother, my brothers in christ, my business associates...........&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/816493367929211853-6695161158782769827?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6695161158782769827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816493367929211853&amp;postID=6695161158782769827' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/6695161158782769827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/6695161158782769827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-do-you-see-when-you-look-in-mirror.html' title='Who Do You See When You Look In the Mirror?'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564279047564119733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-8425032276918325605</id><published>2008-02-15T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:14:46.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Interesting</title><content type='html'>Well I don't have much to say, but it has been a while since I blogged.  I notice everyday that my stalker total goes up (I surpassed 1000 hits) so I guess somebody out there is hoping I post something.  There is not much new going on in our family.  Everyone seems to be well...FINALLY.  Payton missed a whole week of school last week and ran fever for 8 straight days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh, what else...I went to a Men's retreat last week and had a great time and was really challenged by our guest speaker (our speaker was from OK and like most Okies he was extremely gifted).  In a nutshell, we discussed how our world seems to be under attack and the christian men of this world need to step up.  Why is it that we are so passive about our beliefs? Why do we always feel the need to be politically correct?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of our retreat included PaintBall.  It was fun, but I would much rather shoot a real gun at ducks, pheasant, quail, dove, or clay pigeons.  Those paintballs can leave big marks.  I have a bruise the size of a silver dollar on my left bicep.  A paintball hit me right in the vein and broke the vein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow...what a boring post!  Sorry, but that's about all I have to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816493367929211853-8425032276918325605?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8425032276918325605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816493367929211853&amp;postID=8425032276918325605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/8425032276918325605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/8425032276918325605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing-interesting.html' title='Nothing Interesting'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564279047564119733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-6686024082521571683</id><published>2008-02-02T10:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T10:44:53.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZCYaw5tGYAs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZCYaw5tGYAs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too funny.  Maybe you have seen this before.  If not, enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816493367929211853-6686024082521571683?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/6686024082521571683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816493367929211853&amp;postID=6686024082521571683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/6686024082521571683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/6686024082521571683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/2008/02/talking-dogs.html' title='Talking dogs'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564279047564119733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-2128596021339935922</id><published>2008-02-02T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T10:29:25.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's Sick!!!</title><content type='html'>Well for several weeks now our family has dodged all of the illnesses that have been going around.  It has finally caught up with us.  Jill and Presley have been fighting off sickness all week and Payton started running fever last night.  She woke up in the middle of the night with a high fever and then woke up this morning with an even higher temperature.  I am waiting on Care Now to call us back so I can take her in.  Before calling Care Now, I called our Doctor friend Cody and even he is sick (Strep).  You know times are tough when the Doctor is sick.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/816493367929211853-2128596021339935922?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2128596021339935922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816493367929211853&amp;postID=2128596021339935922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/2128596021339935922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/2128596021339935922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/2008/02/everyones-sick.html' title='Everyone&apos;s Sick!!!'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564279047564119733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-5646389964816039475</id><published>2008-01-27T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:52:23.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Ending</title><content type='html'>Well it is all over until November...Duck season closed today and I am already feeling withdrawal symptoms. While I am sad the season is over, I am excited to spend more time with my family...and Jill has 3 pages of "honey-dos" for me. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many of you may not care about my hunting exploits, this is a special story. Larry and I went out to our ponds that we have leased on Friday and hunted what we call "the big pond." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have two very well thought out and clever names for our ponds. One is know as "the big pond," and the other is known as "the small pond." We had an awesome hunt and shot a our limit of 10 birds (1 Mallard drake, 7 Gadwall drakes, and 2 Gadwall hens). We still had birds working when we left and could have killed more but a limit is a limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the first duck hunt I went on this year, my nine year old daughter Payton has been begging me to take her hunting. Well, her wish came true on Saturday and she got to tag along with the "boys." Five of us (Larry and his two sons, Payton, and myself) headed out at 5:15 for the lease. In addition, there were two other buddies that were going to hunt as well. We decided to split up between the two ponds. Larry, the kids, and myself went back to the big pond and our other two friends went to the small pond. If you don't know much about hunting private ponds, it is difficult to kill many birds on the same pond in back to back days. Therefore, Larry and I did not have great expectations for our Satuday hunt. The hunt was all about the kids! Wow, were we ever surprised by the day we had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our morning started off really slow. We had a few groups of birds working above us but none of them wanted to commit and come in. After a while, we had a small group of Gadwall buzz by our decoys and I took out a drake. Then nothing. We sat for quite some time without much action. We just sat and listened to shots ringing out from our buddies over on the small pond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then....we had a large group of Redheads come into the pond. It is a rare thing to see Redheads in North Texas especially this late in the year. I have never shot at or seen a Redhead. They normally get to the Texas coast as quickly as possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the story gets good. Larry's 9 year old son Zach got a shotgun for X-mas this year and harvested his first birds earlier in the year. To try to get Zach a shot, we let the group of Redheads land on the pond. Zach lines them up and pulls the trigger. Immediately Larry and I start shooting and when we look out at the carnage we all have Redheads down. Then it was Payton's turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payton's favorite Christmas gift from last years (2006) X-mas was her Red-Rider BB gun. She loves to shoot it and I have to say she can probably out-shoot me.  Until Saturday she has never shot a "real" gun. However, Zach was kind enough to share his shotgun with Payton. Imagine that you are 9 and you just got to shoot some ducks with your new shotgun and then you pass it off to a 9 year old girl to let her have a try. Wow, what an awesome kid. That is something to be proud of as a parent (Good job Larry and Deanna).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Payton...we wait for a few minutes and in comes 3 more Redheads.  We allowed them land so Payton could have a shot. The birds land in front of us about 25 yards away. I take the safety off of the gun and whisper several times to Payton to "shoot." She did not hear me so I had to repeat myself louder and louder several times before.......BOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shot, one kill!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dead Redhead the first time she ever pulled the trigger!  Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then took out another Redheads and turned to her to give her a hug. Her first words were "Did I hit it?" In all of the excitement and the recoil of the gun, she did not even know that she hit the bird.  I expected jubilation and excitement from Payton, but all I got was a look of wow...I can't believe I did it!  I think it took her several minutes, if not hours, to process everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done for the day, we killed a total of 5 limits (25) of birds on the two ponds. This limit included a full limit of 10 Redheads (you are only allowed two per hunter). In addition, Josh killed a Goldeneye (rare duck) at the small pond. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was not only the best hunt of the year, but the best hunt of my life. Parenthood is an awesome thing.  Of all of the things that we take pleasure in, there is nothing better than parenthood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such an awesome outing that Larry and I dropped off two Redheads at the taxidermist Saturday afternoon. Along with some pictures, Payton and I will have a special trophy to remember her very first hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Lots of pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                   My "Girl" and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51K7zUiORI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Lq31G3ciJ1Y/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51K7zUiORI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Lq31G3ciJ1Y/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160363139285530898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                               Beautiful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51IoTUiOMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Xj3iW7puWFI/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51IoTUiOMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Xj3iW7puWFI/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160360605254826178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                           She is going to be an awesome wife someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51IpDUiONI/AAAAAAAAADY/PCRHU2_djlc/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51IpDUiONI/AAAAAAAAADY/PCRHU2_djlc/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160360618139728082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                    Carnage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51IpTUiOOI/AAAAAAAAADg/Msy3yM1dO3U/s1600-h/2222364808_8e508379c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51IpTUiOOI/AAAAAAAAADg/Msy3yM1dO3U/s320/2222364808_8e508379c7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160360622434695394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                   Josh's Goldeneye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51IpjUiOPI/AAAAAAAAADo/w0Q7JrBYO6E/s1600-h/2221573693_171580668a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51IpjUiOPI/AAAAAAAAADo/w0Q7JrBYO6E/s320/2221573693_171580668a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160360626729662706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                               The Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51IpzUiOQI/AAAAAAAAADw/8ff0tE7zgGQ/s1600-h/2222364416_c15409d508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51IpzUiOQI/AAAAAAAAADw/8ff0tE7zgGQ/s320/2222364416_c15409d508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160360631024630018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                  Who needs Disney World?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51HQzUiOHI/AAAAAAAAACo/O2v5TAPzuNs/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51HQzUiOHI/AAAAAAAAACo/O2v5TAPzuNs/s320/DSC00161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160359102016272498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                         That's not dirt on her face...That is camo paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51HRDUiOII/AAAAAAAAACw/GPRycyVlroo/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51HRDUiOII/AAAAAAAAACw/GPRycyVlroo/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160359106311239810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                   These birds are getting mounted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51HRjUiOJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VKkFb1CQZPk/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51HRjUiOJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VKkFb1CQZPk/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160359114901174418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                   Beautiful Redheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51HSTUiOLI/AAAAAAAAADI/gxBy5DwhlzI/s1600-h/2222364040_020ca6cc51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51HSTUiOLI/AAAAAAAAADI/gxBy5DwhlzI/s320/2222364040_020ca6cc51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160359127786076338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                 Imagine this...She likes football too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51GazUiOGI/AAAAAAAAACg/Em7meogmll8/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51GazUiOGI/AAAAAAAAACg/Em7meogmll8/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160358174303336546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                The original female Duck Commander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51GJzUiOFI/AAAAAAAAACY/5LO7j1zx-rc/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51GJzUiOFI/AAAAAAAAACY/5LO7j1zx-rc/s320/DSC00165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160357882245560402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/816493367929211853-5646389964816039475?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/5646389964816039475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816493367929211853&amp;postID=5646389964816039475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/5646389964816039475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/5646389964816039475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/2008/01/perfect-ending.html' title='A Perfect Ending'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564279047564119733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R51K7zUiORI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Lq31G3ciJ1Y/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-66798272470822405</id><published>2008-01-27T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:59:06.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Chair</title><content type='html'>If you know me at all, you know that I am extremely passionate about people I love.  I am also extremely passionate about other things including my business and my hobbies.  Almost to a fault I immerse myself in my business and my hobbies.  If you read my blog any you can probably tell that one of my "fanatical" hobbies over the last few months has been duck hunting.  When I sat down to start typing this blog entry, I was going to talk about the closing weekend of duck season and my final two awesome hunts.  Then I realized that I had something more important to say.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Jill for putting up with me and my hobbies.  I love you with all my heart and soul and I am thankful that I have such a beautiful and wonderful partner.  You are by far and away the most important thing in my life and I cherish your love.  Maybe I don't always show it, but you are and always will be my 1st chair (band reference in case some of you don't know).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816493367929211853-66798272470822405?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/66798272470822405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816493367929211853&amp;postID=66798272470822405' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/66798272470822405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/66798272470822405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/2008/01/1st-chair.html' title='1st Chair'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564279047564119733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-280323197468136423</id><published>2008-01-16T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:28:59.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty School Dropouts</title><content type='html'>Jill's cousin's husband (I know...sounds confusing) is the lead singer of a band called "&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thebeautyschooldropouts"&gt;The Beauty School Dropouts."  &lt;/a&gt;The band is from Nashville, TN which we all know is the mecca of Rock-n-Roll music!  From all accounts his band is very popular in Nashville and has quite a following.  As a matter of fact, their EP, "Murder by Radio", was just recently made available for download on iTunes.  I downloaded the EP a couple of days ago and I must say...it's pretty good!  If you are into alternative rock, you might enjoy.  If you have a few extra bucks help support my wife's, cousin's, husband's rock band by downloading their album from iTunes.  If you like it, tell some of your friends about them.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816493367929211853-280323197468136423?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/280323197468136423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816493367929211853&amp;postID=280323197468136423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/280323197468136423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/280323197468136423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/2008/01/beauty-school-dropouts.html' title='The Beauty School Dropouts'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564279047564119733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-2309317578548666752</id><published>2008-01-16T21:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:16:30.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Duck Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below is a YouTube video of one of our recent duck hunts.  We had a good hunt (15 birds) and a great time.  Josh brought along a "friend" to do the video so the boys could shoot.  At the end of the hunt you can listen to Josh giving his dad a hard time after his dad missed a "skillet" shot on a wounded bird.  Too funny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The music transitions from AC/DC to Green Day's Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) and shows footage of Mollie.  Mollie is my buddy Larry's beautiful chocolate lab that is getting up in her years and doesn't have too many hunts left.  This will be some great footage for Larry to cherish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/AUH9gsy6Aw0" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed height="350" width="425" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/AUH9gsy6Aw0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816493367929211853-2309317578548666752?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-8229833220010482587</id><published>2008-01-09T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:01:36.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are out of the Stone Age</title><content type='html'>Well it is official, Jill and I are out of the Stone Age.  At 9:30 AM on 1/09/08, Jill and I entered the 21st century.  Up until this morning we still had our original refrigerator that we purchased some 12 years ago.  Our old refrigerator worked great, except the Ice Maker.  For several years we have been using the ole ice trays for ice.  No longer, we now have a shiny new machine with water and ice in the door.   I am sure Jill will post about this as well...Knowing her, she will probably include pictures!  Sorry honey if I "stole your thunder."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816493367929211853-8229833220010482587?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8229833220010482587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816493367929211853&amp;postID=8229833220010482587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/8229833220010482587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/8229833220010482587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-are-out-of-stone-age.html' title='We are out of the Stone Age'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564279047564119733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-8692949535054631057</id><published>2008-01-09T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:33:49.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged Yet Again by the Wife</title><content type='html'>End of year review....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2007 that you’d never done before?&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not big on resolutions.  Resolutions are like diets, they are always temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;When you say close, like how many feet away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;Mexico...I am not the world traveler like some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?&lt;br /&gt;More money and more dead ducks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What dates from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;April - Vacation in Cancun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;My business grew by 80%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;I never fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely not, thanks to the good Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Lots of duck hunting gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful wife.  She is a lean mean sexy machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;Many of the Agents that I train.  Some people just don't get it.  Too many people think life comes with entitlements.  I tell them all of the time "Don't tell me about the labor pains, show me the baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;Jill...She gets it all.  I am not even sure I know how much I make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;The success of my business...the success of my wife... and the growth and development of my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2007?&lt;br /&gt;Shadowplay by the Killers...One of my favorite new bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you: a) happier or sadder? b) thinner or fatter? c) richer or poorer?&lt;br /&gt;a) happier b) the same c) richer, although I still feel impoverished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done more of?&lt;br /&gt;Worked less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;With our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;Sopranos...man I am going to miss that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you dislike anyone now that you didn’t dislike this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my enemy list has grown any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Success Is a Decision by Tim Connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;The following bands...The Killers, Band of Horses, and the Shins...Check them all out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and get this year?&lt;br /&gt;New 80G iPod, Lots of Duck hunting gear including a new Shotgun, New MacBook Pro (Mac is the best...if you use a PC you are missing out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK Jason Wolfe, your turn...You have been tagged!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816493367929211853-8692949535054631057?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/8692949535054631057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816493367929211853&amp;postID=8692949535054631057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/8692949535054631057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/8692949535054631057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/2008/01/tagged-yet-again-by-wife.html' title='Tagged Yet Again by the Wife'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564279047564119733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-5883729819364097898</id><published>2007-12-29T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T19:26:55.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged!!!</title><content type='html'>Tagged!&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by the wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name: Brandon Wade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Birthday: March 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Birthplace: Ada, OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Eye Color: Brown, Green, Hazel???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hair Color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Height: 6 foot, 4 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ethnicity: Caucasian &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Weakness: Salt Water Taffy, Ale, and Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Most missed memory:  The country...I love the city, but I sure miss being able to be in a deer stand or fishing a pond in a matter of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thoughts first waking up: I don't think...I just hit snooze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Last time you cried: Big boys don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Song title that currently says how you feel: Funk 49 by Joe Walsh...that song makes me want to strut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the perfect day for you: Early morning duck hunt (3 Drake Mallards, 1 Drake Pintail, 1 Drake Wood Duck), followed by a Pheasant hunt with a limit pointed and retrieved by my dog, followed by an afternoon on the beach with Jill, followed by dinner at Rainforest Cafe with the family and a little time at Build a Bear with the girls, and then topped off by a night game in Norman (maybe OU vs Nebraska).  Whew, I would be tired after that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever been asked for an autograph? Uhh, No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How do you vent anger? Daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who do you talk to most on the phone? I'm not a big phone talker, but...I talk to Jill several times a day.  I also talk a lot with a business friend and colleague Jeff.  Jill calls him my boyfriend because we talk quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. As a kid, were you a lego builder? Negatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you chew on your straws?No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you sing in the shower? Uh, doesn't everybody.  Kind of a dumb question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who's the last person you stayed up late talking to on the phone to? It would have to have been back in high school talking to Jill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The last place you went to in a plane? Cancun with Jill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you cry at weddings? I only cry before the wedding because I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you afraid of the dark? No..I ain't scared of nothin...Isn't that what I am supposed to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you addicted to? Call of Duty 4, Duck Hunting, and my girls (Jill included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Crunchy or creamy peanut butter? Creamy, although it doesn't matter too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who do you fight with the most? myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who can you tell anything to? Jill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Who can't you get enough of? My girls (Jill included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who makes you laugh the most? No doubt about it...Presley!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is the worst feeling ever? Sick wife and kids.  Absolutely nothing worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How many pillows do you sleep with? 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How many rings before you answer your phone? I don't answer the home phone much.  It depends on who is calling me on my cell.  I answer quick or I don't answer at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How many times do you press the "snooze" button? As many times a possible before the alarm on my cell phone goes off.  I put my cell phone across the room so I have to get out of bed to turn it off.  That's right it takes two alarms to get me out of bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. How do you sleep? Very well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Last time you laughed: Today at the movies.  We took the girls to see The Chipmunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Ever looked at someone ugly and said "EWWW"? Daily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is your favorite color? Crimson baby..BOOMER SOONER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is your favorite state? It is a tie.  I love Texas' money, but Oklahoma is a great state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816493367929211853-5883729819364097898?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/5883729819364097898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816493367929211853&amp;postID=5883729819364097898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/5883729819364097898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/5883729819364097898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged!!!'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564279047564119733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-2936287847214060087</id><published>2007-12-29T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:52:24.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cows and the Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R3aRX423QpI/AAAAAAAAABw/nICepKLsHFQ/s1600-h/DSC_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R3aRX423QpI/AAAAAAAAABw/nICepKLsHFQ/s320/DSC_0402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149463063530259090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R3aRYY23QqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2K7pRdWahv4/s1600-h/DSC_0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R3aRYY23QqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2K7pRdWahv4/s320/DSC_0405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149463072120193698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R3aRY423QrI/AAAAAAAAACA/ybvNaNimjMI/s1600-h/DSC_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R3aRY423QrI/AAAAAAAAACA/ybvNaNimjMI/s320/DSC_0406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149463080710128306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all let me say that Jill and I were raised in the country.  We grew up around farms and ranches.  As a matter of fact, Jill has even been involved in the birth process of farm animals.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our kids on the other hand have not had much exposure to farm animals.  Aside from their one time per year trip to Jill's brother's farm, they don't even see cows around here.  While we were at my grandmothers for Christmas, my uncle took my kids and my brother's kids to go feed the cows.  While feeding a couple of classic lines were dropped by my sweet Presley and my 5 year old nephew Caden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presley...She was interested to know who the parents were to all of the baby cows.  She would ask my uncle..."who is that cows daddy?"  My uncle would point to the bull and say "that one."  Then she would point to another baby cow and ask..."who is that cows daddy?"  Again my uncle would point to the bull and say "that one."  After several times Presley finally dropped the question..."Why do they all have the same daddy?"  My uncle quickly changed the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caden...The funniest question was asked by my nephew Caden.  After driving around the pasture for a while, he asked my uncle..."Why do all of the cows have price tags in their ears?"  Good question!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816493367929211853-2936287847214060087?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/2936287847214060087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816493367929211853&amp;postID=2936287847214060087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/2936287847214060087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/2936287847214060087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/2007/12/cows-and-country.html' title='Cows and the Country'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564279047564119733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R3aRX423QpI/AAAAAAAAABw/nICepKLsHFQ/s72-c/DSC_0402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-1434629989542054055</id><published>2007-12-29T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:43:30.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for 2008!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, Christmas is over and it is time for a New Year.  My family just enjoyed a great Christmas season and I am ready for 2008.  I always look forward to Christmas every year.  It is awesome to see my kids have such a great time (and they did).  We are still cleaning up the aftermath of Christmas.  Today's chores include purging old toys to take to Goodwill so we can make room for all of the new stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to 2008...As excited as I get for Christmas, I think I get equally excited for a New Year.  The last few years I have not worked much (if any) the week of Christmas and New Years.  It is always a great time to recharge my batteries and get ready for another year.  By the time, Jan 2 gets here I am ready to go back to work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like most businesses, my business is measured and based on annual goals.  On December 31, the big eraser comes out and it all starts over again.  This is a good thing when you have a bad year and a bad thing when you have a good year.  It is all about "what have you done for me lately."  Some whine and complain about this, but I love it.  It keeps us all focused and makes everyone more productive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duck Hunting:  On a more interesting note...I went on another great duck hunt on Wednesday afternoon.  Five of us (including 9 year old Zachary) killed 17 birds.  Zachary T. killed his first birds with his new shotgun he got for X-mas.  That was just awesome.  Watching a young kid shoot his first birds with his new shotgun was really cool.  The rest of the story is that Zachary shot 3 birds with one shot.  He now has a great story to tell his kids and grandkids someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I have for now....Out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816493367929211853-1434629989542054055?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/1434629989542054055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816493367929211853&amp;postID=1434629989542054055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/1434629989542054055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/1434629989542054055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-for-2008.html' title='Time for 2008!!!'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564279047564119733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-231424434863492532</id><published>2007-12-17T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:52:24.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Entry #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R2cniY23QlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WLDiI89mAaU/s1600-h/2116153006_18db253225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R2cniY23QlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WLDiI89mAaU/s320/2116153006_18db253225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145124571035681362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R2cnio23QmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bHbFy8U4ecA/s1600-h/2116154242_952e9ca265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R2cnio23QmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bHbFy8U4ecA/s320/2116154242_952e9ca265.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145124575330648674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R2cijI23QkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mkAH1cdYxw/s1600-h/2116156606_c78f651366.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R2cijI23QkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mkAH1cdYxw/s320/2116156606_c78f651366.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145119086362444354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, this is blog entry #2.  I'm still not quite used to sharing my life, but I am still trying. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went on another duck hunt on Saturday and we had a blast.  We didn't kill a ton of birds, but we had a good hunt.  I have posted some pics for all of the dudes (like Jason Wolfe) to check out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe the coolest part of my day Saturday was when I brought the ducks home to clean them.  Payton (my "boy") was touching the ducks and playing with them.  She couldn't keep her hands off of them.  That's right, blood and all...she was all over it!  Presley (miss priss) on the other hand was cool with looking at the dead ducks from a distance.  She didn't want to get too close and she absolutely did not want to touch them.  It's funny how different they are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816493367929211853-231424434863492532?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/231424434863492532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816493367929211853&amp;postID=231424434863492532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/231424434863492532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/231424434863492532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-entry-2.html' title='Blog Entry #2'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564279047564119733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R4GUzo23QsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ISwpV954nfo/S220/brandonbw2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KRDa0OWIPHY/R2cniY23QlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WLDiI89mAaU/s72-c/2116153006_18db253225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816493367929211853.post-981945566820977512</id><published>2007-12-13T20:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T20:52:11.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Blogger</title><content type='html'>Thank you Jill for forcing me into blogging.  I am not sure I am in to this quite yet, but I told Jill I will give it a try.  I love to read Jill's blog and see what is on her mind... so I thought it would be fair to her that I spew a little of what is going on with me.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a "gun" to my head right now to create this first blog entry so it is a little difficult to be creative and come up with something interesting to talk about, so this entry will be a little vanilla.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know at this point in my life is that I have the best family in the world.  I have a hot wife (extremely hot!) and two beautiful girls.  My business is doing great and everyone is healthy.  Couldn't ask for much more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that is about all I have for this first blog...look for more in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandon&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/816493367929211853-981945566820977512?l=brandonwparks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/feeds/981945566820977512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816493367929211853&amp;postID=981945566820977512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/981945566820977512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816493367929211853/posts/default/981945566820977512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brandonwparks.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-blogger.html' 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