<?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-1775944536656249759</id><updated>2011-07-28T08:52:31.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raindrop Notes of Brooke A. Schumacher</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965525263764427949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXS7ifc2jk8/S192fvyLizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4kGPXhk9xY/S220/Wedding+9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-6364895020748327042</id><published>2010-03-25T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:23:08.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaviness - Inspired by an actual occurrence in the grocery store</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Bagger at Stater Bros,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to lie, I was shocked when I saw that you had managed to fit 3 whole Yoplait Whipped yogurts into one bag. Your strength must have mistaken you into thinking that I too, could carry that beyond heavy bag.  Next time, please be kind and place only 2 yogurts into the bag.  I know, I know, that will cause you to have to use even more bags, but on the bright side, I won't be worried about pulling a muscle and you will have provided me with a life time supply of small trash bags in one shopping experience. I in turn will begin to work on my Popeye muscles so in the future I too will be able to carry 3 yogurts in a bag.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for your time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brooke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-6364895020748327042?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6364895020748327042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=6364895020748327042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/6364895020748327042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/6364895020748327042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2010/03/heaviness-inspired-by-actual-occurrence.html' title='Heaviness - Inspired by an actual occurrence in the grocery store'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965525263764427949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXS7ifc2jk8/S192fvyLizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4kGPXhk9xY/S220/Wedding+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-8066621724399057967</id><published>2010-02-26T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:14:23.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top floor and yet you'd like to go up still.</title><content type='html'>I work on the top floor of a building and I just heard a lady who works in the office next to me (on the same floor) get onto the elevator with the Fed Ex guy and ask him if he wanted to go down....as opposed to going up to deliver to the homeless guy on the roof or just standing in the elevator?  You can only go down, Missy. I'm just saying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-8066621724399057967?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8066621724399057967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=8066621724399057967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/8066621724399057967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/8066621724399057967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2010/02/top-floor-and-yet-youd-like-to-go-up.html' title='Top floor and yet you&apos;d like to go up still.'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965525263764427949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXS7ifc2jk8/S192fvyLizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4kGPXhk9xY/S220/Wedding+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-1040808532009372241</id><published>2010-02-22T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:14:26.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disconnect</title><content type='html'>Dear Bman,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't disconnect the telephone/fax number you gave to 10 companies so they could contact you about the new accounts you wanted to open with them and then get upset when they don't open accounts for you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Because they can't contact you with questions or problems that prohibit them from opening the new accounts with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time, keep the lines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-1040808532009372241?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1040808532009372241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=1040808532009372241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/1040808532009372241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/1040808532009372241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2010/02/disconnect.html' title='Disconnect'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965525263764427949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXS7ifc2jk8/S192fvyLizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4kGPXhk9xY/S220/Wedding+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-4344217378765629590</id><published>2010-02-10T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:34:48.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggie</title><content type='html'>Office Depot sells Snuggies...&lt;div&gt;I'm wondering what my boss would think if I showed up to work in my oh so cozy Snuggie...&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/1775944536656249759-4344217378765629590?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4344217378765629590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=4344217378765629590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/4344217378765629590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/4344217378765629590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2010/02/snuggie.html' title='Snuggie'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06965525263764427949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RXS7ifc2jk8/S192fvyLizI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4kGPXhk9xY/S220/Wedding+9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-4536357318785559463</id><published>2009-09-10T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:41:52.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people drive like idiots....and make left hand turns from right hand lanes- in front of the people in the left lanes. Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-4536357318785559463?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4536357318785559463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=4536357318785559463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/4536357318785559463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/4536357318785559463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2009/09/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-606829311823725958</id><published>2009-08-13T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:45:06.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grounds</title><content type='html'>Drinking coffee grounds is the grossest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;And once it's in your mouth, its to late because the grounds stick to your mouth because they are so fine. Nasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-606829311823725958?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/606829311823725958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=606829311823725958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/606829311823725958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/606829311823725958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2009/08/grounds.html' title='Grounds'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-4608765617850894637</id><published>2009-08-05T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:16:02.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traps</title><content type='html'>Traps that you swear will never get you but then they do.&lt;br /&gt;Facebook - case and point.&lt;br /&gt;You Tube - I used to never go on You Tube, but now, I do. Mainly because I found a couple great channels that are hilarious and interesting.  Plus I like finding music on there.  At least I only watch videos. I don't post them.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Twitter.  I'm "thatgirlB."  Oy. Twitter is the biggest trap of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I don't use Myspace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-4608765617850894637?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4608765617850894637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=4608765617850894637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/4608765617850894637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/4608765617850894637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2009/08/traps.html' title='Traps'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-8077704187607176291</id><published>2009-04-17T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:30:23.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've learned</title><content type='html'>What I've learned today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you try to pull open a file cabinet, if it is locked, it will not open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-8077704187607176291?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8077704187607176291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=8077704187607176291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/8077704187607176291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/8077704187607176291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-ive-learned.html' title='What I&apos;ve learned'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-9146378148066937409</id><published>2009-04-17T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:28:56.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost had a face accident</title><content type='html'>I almost Naired my face two nights ago.  Yes, you read correctly. &lt;br /&gt;So what happened was this:&lt;br /&gt;There I was in my bathroom, getting ready for bed and I thought "hmm I should wash my face to make it all clean and sparkly for my pillow."  So I grabbed what I thought was my face wash, opened it, put some in my hand and as I was moving my hands towards my face this is what I thought: "This doesn't feel right. Actually it is sort of making my hands tingle in a weird way. (hands getting closer and closer to face) Hey, it doesn't smell like my delicious smelling face soap?  (Hands an inch from face- I glance at the bottle) I wish I had my glasses on- Oh my gosh! I may be half blind without my glasses on but that is not the right color of the bottle! (I squint at the bottle) NAIR! Oh My GOSH - I ALMOST NAIRED MY FACE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: Wear glasses when getting to use products on face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-9146378148066937409?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/9146378148066937409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=9146378148066937409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/9146378148066937409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/9146378148066937409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-had-face-accident.html' title='Almost had a face accident'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-4149419325896877242</id><published>2009-02-10T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:31:14.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes on picking your next attorney-make sure they can.....</title><content type='html'>Make sure they can figure out how to turn on the lights in the bathroom.  I just saw one that couldn't do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, sign up for a Pre Paid Legal plan here: &lt;a href="http://www.prepaidlegal.com/hub/brookeschumacher"&gt;www.prepaidlegal.com/hub/brookeschumacher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our attorney's are AV rated and California's provider law firm is number 3 in the State!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-4149419325896877242?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4149419325896877242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=4149419325896877242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/4149419325896877242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/4149419325896877242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2009/02/notes-on-picking-your-next-attorney.html' title='Notes on picking your next attorney-make sure they can.....'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-3024377975912586714</id><published>2009-02-04T08:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:10:53.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess this blog is more about my office building than anything else.</title><content type='html'>Typically my building's elevator is nicely lit with 6 warm lights to give a "homey fireplace" feeling...that probably doesn't describe it well, but I always think that when I get in to the elevator...I usually think something like "mmm if only I were in front of a fire with hot chocolate and a book." Well maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got in to the elevator with someone else who works in the building and automatically something wasn't right. And then I knew what it was.... we were down to only having 2 lights on one side of the elevator, leaving the other side awkwardly dark. I'm not a fan. It's like mood lighting at work-with strangers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-3024377975912586714?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3024377975912586714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=3024377975912586714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/3024377975912586714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/3024377975912586714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-guess-this-blog-is-more-about-my.html' title='I guess this blog is more about my office building than anything else.'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-7780292768298230167</id><published>2009-01-26T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:47:37.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wd40 is paging my building.</title><content type='html'>"EEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAWWWWEHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH"&lt;br /&gt;BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what my building door sounds like.  Like a witch being boiled or something.  It is time for some wd40...seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-7780292768298230167?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7780292768298230167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=7780292768298230167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/7780292768298230167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/7780292768298230167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2009/01/wd40-is-paging-my-building.html' title='wd40 is paging my building.'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-1284716393579327344</id><published>2009-01-08T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:11:17.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formula</title><content type='html'>Here's a little formula...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in office next door + plastic baggy + tortilla + microwave + tortilla in baggy + to much time in the microwave = Me in my office frantically trying to figure out if my computer is on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: It's probably not the best idea to microwave a tortilla in a plastic baggy because it ends up burning up and making the entire building smell like its on fire...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-1284716393579327344?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/1284716393579327344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=1284716393579327344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/1284716393579327344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/1284716393579327344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2009/01/formula.html' title='Formula'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-2852415850700947883</id><published>2008-12-29T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:47:50.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you?</title><content type='html'>What does it mean when a bill from urgent care says "We thank you for your business" at the bottom of it?  In other words- "Thanks for getting sick and passing out!" &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(This wasn't my bill, but one that I saw today-just FYI - I didn't get sick or pass out haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-2852415850700947883?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2852415850700947883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=2852415850700947883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/2852415850700947883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/2852415850700947883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank you?'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-4029605689956223375</id><published>2008-12-18T08:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:00:08.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caffeine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Last night I think I almost overdosed on caffeine...You see, yesterday morning I took my dad's car into the shop because it is right down the street from my office.  Before I did that however, I stopped at Starbucks to get a grande black coffee because I'm a coffee addict and my building no longer is making us coffee=( Anyway I dropped of my daddy's car and left my coffee in the car! Saaadness then followed and I didn't get to drink my coffee until 3:30 which was when I picked up his car.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;At this point, I learned a really hard lesson... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;1st: The coffee that I am used to, is less potent than the coffee I had from Starbucks which has 3 times the amount of caffeine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;2nd: I drank about 2.5 times the amount of coffee that I normally have because a grande cup at Starbucks is a lot bigger than the thimble sized cups in my building.  (do the math and you see that I had about 7.5 times the amount of caffeine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;3rd: Drinking that much caffeine at a different time than normal has a different effect on your body.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;And 4th: Putting the first 3 points together = disaster = my body freaked out and my heart was beating really fast for about 5 hours and I was talking non-stop and my hands where shaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;It was bad news.  I won't be drinking that much coffee in the afternoon anymore, if at all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-4029605689956223375?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4029605689956223375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=4029605689956223375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/4029605689956223375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/4029605689956223375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/12/caffeine.html' title='Caffeine'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-712074109414459739</id><published>2008-12-16T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:54:42.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertaining</title><content type='html'>Entertaining = watching a 40 year old man eat rainbow colored ice cream while twirling around in a swivel chair.  True story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me laugh and then I told him I was going to blog about it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. I love my friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-712074109414459739?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/712074109414459739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=712074109414459739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/712074109414459739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/712074109414459739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/12/entertaining.html' title='Entertaining'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-7277432334025682441</id><published>2008-12-15T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:55:15.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrop note...</title><content type='html'>Rain is nice.  I woke up to it this morning.  I was all nice and warm snuggled in my blankets and laid there for a few minutes listening to it before the alarm went off.  It was peaceful.  Falling gently over the city....very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few hours later to me walking in San Bernardino's Target, still enjoying the rain...until I had to walk through a river in their parking lot because isn't graded correctly... yay for business slacks with awesome wetness about an inch up the legs:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-7277432334025682441?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7277432334025682441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=7277432334025682441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/7277432334025682441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/7277432334025682441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/12/raindrop-note.html' title='Raindrop note...'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-5191986942960800880</id><published>2008-11-25T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:50:19.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Moley</title><content type='html'>What does that even mean?&lt;br /&gt;Since when are moles holy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-5191986942960800880?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5191986942960800880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=5191986942960800880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/5191986942960800880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/5191986942960800880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/11/holy-moley.html' title='Holy Moley'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-7524419102175287253</id><published>2008-11-25T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:15:19.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That one drop</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when that first drop of rain falls, it always lands on my glasses or in my eye (which is behind my glasses)... it never falls on my shoulder or my hand or anywhere else...but always in my eye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-7524419102175287253?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7524419102175287253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=7524419102175287253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/7524419102175287253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/7524419102175287253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-one-drop.html' title='That one drop'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-9116031146779785861</id><published>2008-11-20T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:07:59.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>I work in a place that requires me to do a lot of research into weird things...like nudist resorts for instance, which I actually was researching about yesterday.  Don't you wish you had my job?  Didn't think so.  Anyway, my boss had to go out to the "resort" (haha) and do some work, which meant he brought back brochures and fliers for me to put into the file for future reference.  Thankfully the reading material wasn't too bad and I was okay. &lt;br /&gt;And then I saw a bulletin posting that I had to share... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Costume party on November 26th" (or whatever the date was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please explain why would a nudist resort would have a costume party? Doesn't that go against everything they believe in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-9116031146779785861?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/9116031146779785861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=9116031146779785861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/9116031146779785861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/9116031146779785861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/11/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-3691047167811488541</id><published>2008-11-12T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:10:49.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Megan tagged me...</title><content type='html'>Megan tagged me on this...and I am actually on a break so I might as well...I feel like Myspace intruded the blog land though...hmph. Boo to Myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time did you get up this morning? 6:25&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds...I don't wear a lot of jewelery though...I'm very picky about it haha.&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Umm High School Musical 3.  Almost had to see the ugly little dogs, but was saved by an amazing person! haha.&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show? Probly 24...I don't watch tv a lot though.&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Eggs and bacon or hash browns, or gluten free waffles or a gluten free bagel...&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your middle name? Ann is my middle name&lt;br /&gt;7. What food do you dislike? Foods with gluten.&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite CD at moment? What a hard question...it's between Fee and Imogen Heap.&lt;br /&gt;9. What kind of car do you drive? 2006 Jeep Liberty - dark blue.&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite sandwich? Gluten free BLT.&lt;br /&gt;11. What characteristic do you despise? Pride...&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite item of clothing? Jeans &amp;amp; t-shirts....almost copied Megan haha.&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Hmm I'm not sure...it would only be amazing if I was with my future husband and then I wouldn't care where it was...and I am not being indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite brand of clothing? I do not have a favorite brand...I have favorite styles though.&lt;br /&gt;15. Where would you retire to? Multiple places because I will be able to:D &lt;br /&gt;16. What was your most recent memorable birthday? My 18th when Shawn took us to a sports bar in St. Louis when we were there for Urbana- a missions conference haha...&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite sport to watch? I don't really have time but I like watching football...&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite kitchen appliance? Megan changed this question obviously....kitchen appliance? Really? haha...um the blender...and eventually the crock pot haha...&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to do any crafty things? haha the last time I tried to do a craft, I was helping Megan with her wedding favors and dropped a candle glass holder thingy that was covered in glue into the pile of tissue paper which was then stuck to the glass...so no.&lt;br /&gt;20. When is your birthday? Dec 27th.&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you a morning person or a night person? haha this question... I am a morning person haha...Megan you have messed my mind up haha...&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your shoe size? Depends...usually 8.5...always that in converse!&lt;br /&gt;23. Pets? my parents pets-one dog and one cat...eventually I want a dog once I'm married=)&lt;br /&gt;24. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? Um...maybe;)&lt;br /&gt;25. What did you want to be when you were little? A detective. Seriously...now I am...kinda haha&lt;br /&gt;26. How are you today? Pretty good...working a lot.&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your favorite candy? I like Peanut M&amp;amp;MS!&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your favorite flower? Red/maroon roses or maroon daisies...&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite holiday tradition? I don't really have one...being with friends and family is nice...Oh and how my parents started telling us that Santa Claus was real once we turned 16 hahaha....my parents-kinda crazy-kinda love 'em...haha&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite pastime? Being with friends. That is my favorite. I don't even care what we do...&lt;br /&gt;31. What are you listening to right now? Beautiful the Blood by Fee.&lt;br /&gt;32. What was the last thing you ate? An omelet with onions, tomatos, and cheese...it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you wish on stars? No, but I love gazing up at them...totally copied Megan.  I love looking up at the stars and the moon...some of the best times in my life have had that mixed into them:)&lt;br /&gt;34. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Is it the big box of crayons or the little? green for the little...emerald green for the big.&lt;br /&gt;35. How is the weather right now? I'm not sure...I've been in my office for the last 4 hours. It was cold when I walked in...looking out my window, I can see that it is quite beautiful though...kinda windy...clear and glorious.&lt;br /&gt;36. The first person you spoke to on the phone today? My boss...although he was not the first person I called.&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite soft drink? Coke&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite restaurant? Ugh...I don't know...I like BJ's I guess. Actually I really like their cobb salad...and I like Mexican food...Las Fuentas...I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;39. Real hair color? Albino brown is what I call it...I refuse to have blond hair haha...&lt;br /&gt;40. What was your favorite toy as a child?  I agree with Megan- Polly Pockets (when the whole set fit in your pocket, not just the stupid doll like now)&lt;br /&gt;41. Summer or winter? Fall is my favorite...out of summer and winter, probably winter...but I like summer too...&lt;br /&gt;42. Hugs or kisses? Hugs are my favorite. If you love me, hug me.&lt;br /&gt;43. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;44. Coffee or tea? Coffee.  Im not a big fan of tea actually...Passion tea at Starbucks is really good though...that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you want your friends to email you back? When I email them, yes haha...&lt;br /&gt;46. When was the last time you cried? I teared up a tad a couple weeks ago when Byran's team played Lift High....what a song.  I got the good fuzzies.  "Lift high your chains undone! All rise, exalt the Son!"&lt;br /&gt;47. What is under your bed? Shoes...&lt;br /&gt;48. What did you do last night? I worked, led my high school D-group, hung out a Chick-fil-a with the staff and Bryan, showed Monet a song in the parking lot, and tagged along with Bryan as he did some work.  It was a good night:)&lt;br /&gt;49. What are you afraid of?  Right now's answer is far different from what the end of the week's answer will be...plain answer is snakes...and spiders. I hate all reptiles and spiders. The End.&lt;br /&gt;50. Salty or sweet? Sweet&lt;br /&gt;51. How many keys on your key ring? 1 on my car ring; 2 for the house and 2 for the office; 9 on my buidling ring; 3 on my church ring...so 17...&lt;br /&gt;52. How many years at your current job? 3 and 1/2....&lt;br /&gt;53. Favorite day of the week? Sunday hands down.&lt;br /&gt;54. How many towns have you lived in? 2..Mentone and Redlands.&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you make friends easily? Yup it isn't hard for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-3691047167811488541?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3691047167811488541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=3691047167811488541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/3691047167811488541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/3691047167811488541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-megan-tagged-me.html' title='Because Megan tagged me...'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-7089457166195474200</id><published>2008-11-04T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:50:37.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back Raindrop Notes.</title><content type='html'>So rain means story time with me since it seems like whenever rain comes, something humorous or sad happens to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit 1 from this morning:  I was driving to work and passing this old beat up truck, and all of the sudden the driver's door swung open and the guy driving had to grab it and slam it shut...Now I wasn't fully paying attention so there is a good chance that the driver opened the door and then lost his grip and then had to grab for it, but it looked like his door just popped open making the driver freak out and have to grab it before it swung all the way open...so I of course drove past with my mouth gaping...for at least 30 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit 2 is more of a raindrop story considering the first one could have happened when the sun was shining...for some reason the puddles always soak the bottoms of my pant legs.  Even when my pants are the perfect length.  Today my pant legs are two-toned and I look retarded.  I shouldn't have worn tan-ish/brown-ish pants when it was raining, but I did because I wasn't thinking...boo.  I should have worn black pants.  And the sad thing, is that this will happen again...I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, I was walking to my car a few nights ago when the first rain came, and it was like the flood gates of heaven opened and I got to stand in the rain, at night, and get soaked in about one minute haha. It was possibly the coolest "good night and see you later my special friends" that I have ever had:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-7089457166195474200?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7089457166195474200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=7089457166195474200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/7089457166195474200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/7089457166195474200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-back-raindrop-notes.html' title='Welcome back Raindrop Notes.'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-6050698516464301529</id><published>2008-10-31T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:44:00.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not okay and Creepy</title><content type='html'>You want to know what is not okay and really creepy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk into a bathroom and realize that there is a chorus of children singing over the intercom radio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Not okay and Creepy- even though they were just singing at the end of some random song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This office of mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-6050698516464301529?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6050698516464301529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=6050698516464301529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/6050698516464301529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/6050698516464301529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-okay-and-creepy.html' title='Not okay and Creepy'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-8134941703998735886</id><published>2008-10-30T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:06:40.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In n' Out</title><content type='html'>How come every time I go there, it's usually more like "In n' wait forever?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-8134941703998735886?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8134941703998735886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=8134941703998735886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/8134941703998735886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/8134941703998735886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-n-out.html' title='In n&apos; Out'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-3207641848130100538</id><published>2008-10-21T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:04:51.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading is Good.</title><content type='html'>My office building is across the street from the court house. Actually on two sides, because we have the criminal court on the west side and the civil court on the south side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was sitting in my office and I heard the elevator door open and a man's voice say "Yah, this is more like it." To which I thought "more like what? The whole building looks the same, so it's not like one floor looks more "attorney-like" than the other..." So then I heard the people walk down my hallway and I heard the same guy say "Must be here" as they got closer to my open office door. ...No one comes to my office, so my curiosity quickly rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, 3 people came to my door and asked "Is this S37?" ...And then I knew what had happened. They were suffering from a syndrome that eliminates their ability to read. It's quite tragic actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story apparently went like this: they were looking for the civil courthouse, and the criminal courthouse told them it was across the street-which is true...it is across the street and catty-cornered. It also says "San Bernardino Court" on the outside of the building instead of "Title Company" which is on my building. Both signs are written in obvious places, not to mention the way the people in the criminal court point towards the civil building when they are telling people to go across the street and the fact that my building has a sign downstairs that shows all of the offices in the building...none of which say civil courtroom names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the only way that those poor people could have made that mistake is that they couldn't read. So that is sad, I guess...I thought people learned that is school still....hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-3207641848130100538?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3207641848130100538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=3207641848130100538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/3207641848130100538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/3207641848130100538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/10/reading-is-good.html' title='Reading is Good.'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-686806071051503461</id><published>2008-10-15T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:36:47.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas</title><content type='html'>I hate bananas. I mean I hate plain bananas. I loath their smell, strongly dislike their texture, and they leave a pasty feeling in my mouth which is gross. I am not a fan of them...although I will eat them if they are mixed into other things like smoothies, and gluten free banana bread is delicious. So I guess you could say that I am only half a banana hater - but &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; a banana hater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can only imagine my dismay this afternoon when my entire work hallway smells like brown bananas. It's gross. I am not pleased. And it started because someone decided to throw their banana peel in the girls bathroom trash can. It's not like our bathroom doesn't have enough problems as is. The light is still out, and now the sensor for the lights that actually do work, isn't responding as easily. Not to mention one of the "automatic" toilet's "automatic-ness" isn't really working well and the backup button is completely almost broken. Boo to our bathroom. I just realized that I talk about my office bathroom a lot. People must think I am weird, which is true...but you see, I work about 85% of the time by myself so it's not like I have a lot of other things to talk about haha. Anyway, back to the banana problem. I am not happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;Banana Badness&lt;br /&gt;Banana Blues&lt;br /&gt;Banana please don't be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-686806071051503461?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/686806071051503461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=686806071051503461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/686806071051503461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/686806071051503461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/10/bananas.html' title='Bananas'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-3491950584618518907</id><published>2008-10-13T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:16:33.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Notes/Toilets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sometimes my sister will email me updates about her office and they are wonderful....for instance today this is what she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Update on the office:&lt;br /&gt;-'V' is wearing a wig.&lt;br /&gt;-The toilet didn't overflow when I flushed just now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My thoughts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"V" is a alcoholic/drug addict working at a law firm.  When I see her, I am sad.  She needs Jesus.  Drugs and alcohol take such a toll on a person.  When you have a drug addict working in a law office, that is dumb.  Also when that drug addict only wears purple clothes and starts wearing wigs, you need to kindly remind them that it is not Halloween yet, and drive them to rehab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Also, yeah for toilets not overflowing.  So one time, actually for a long time, when we were remodeling our house, the plumbing was so bad that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; a person flushed the toilet, it overflowed.  And I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm not even joking.  For 3 months.  It was ridiculous and I hated it.  So secret confession time...because of that experience, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I flush a toilet, a little hint of fear comes over me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So yeah for non-overflowing toilets:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-3491950584618518907?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3491950584618518907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=3491950584618518907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/3491950584618518907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/3491950584618518907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/10/office-notestoilets.html' title='Office Notes/Toilets'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-3926002779997875100</id><published>2008-10-08T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:50:34.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter</title><content type='html'>Hey Mr. Too Much Cologne Guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? Good? That's great... Me? Oh, actually, not so well... you see, I got onto the elevator after you and my lungs immediately collapsed in my chest because of the amount of cologne you were wearing. It was kinda scary. And once I was able to breathe again, I wished I couldn't. Then I was unpleasantly surprised to find that once I did get out of the elevator and away from you, I could still smell you...want to know why? Because you are wearing to much cologne and innocent by standers are being affected all over. Your cologne is finding its way onto others. It's not okay. And I'm not saying it is a bad thing to wear it - I actually like some colognes - but when you spray tons of your "Old Attorney" cologne on in the morning, it's a lot to take in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr. Too Much Cologne Guy, please do us all a favor and try only putting half of what you are currently putting on. Just try it. And maybe you could even change the kind you are wearing...just because you are almost 80, doesn't mean that you have to smell like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;That Girl Who Likes To Breathe Freely In Elevators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-3926002779997875100?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3926002779997875100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=3926002779997875100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/3926002779997875100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/3926002779997875100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/10/letter.html' title='A letter'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-7345899277487335758</id><published>2008-10-06T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:29:10.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire! ...kinda, but not really</title><content type='html'>Today I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business and all of the sudden I hear this loud alarm go off...My thoughts: "I wonder if that is a fire alarm.  Hmm it is coming from outside?  No, it...sounds like it is coming from inside.  Oh, yes, now I get it. It is coming from inside my building.  What could be on fire and how did it catch on fire - Should I go outside?  Do I take my purse?  I don't want to look like a dork if it is just an accident...hmm...maybe today is my time...I hear people out in the hallway...maybe I'll just pop my head out and see what they are doing."  So I did, and the girls next door said someone must have pulled the fire alarm.  That sounded like a good answer to me, so I went back into my office and continued on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash ahead 5 minutes. - The alarm goes off again.  This time I got up with my phone...you never know - might need to update facebook.  (I would have changed it to something like "Brooke is waiting outside her burning building. This is not the best day ever.")  People were out in the hallway, and Itold them I was going to check with the building manager...I found her in the stairway with the alarm guy.  She turned and I asked if they were just working on it.  Her reply: "Oh, they didn't call you? We are working on it...darn it, I told her to call all of upstairs. Sorry." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~My thoughts~&lt;br /&gt;1st: Wow. The person who was supposed to call, failed, and let the whole 4th floor think the building could possibly be on fire. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;2nd: If the building was on fire, the whole 4th floor would have probably died.  That's comforting...not really.&lt;br /&gt;3rd: I didn't really get worried when the alarm was off...in fact I sat there for about a minute deciding whether or not it was real...glad it wasn't, because that could have caused a problem... For instance:  Person 1 -"Where's that girl on the 4th floor?" Person 2 -"Oh Brooke? She's in her office trying to decide if there really is a fire." Person 1 -"But the building is on fire. Didn't she hear the fire alarm?" Person 2 -"yah, I don't know what she's doing." ...then I would end up being that person, who had to be rescued by the fire department because I didn't listen to the alarm...&lt;br /&gt;4th: It would have been nice to get that phone call telling me they were going to test the alarm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all...ha! It just went off again. This is ridiculous...they still haven't called to let me know haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-7345899277487335758?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7345899277487335758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=7345899277487335758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/7345899277487335758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/7345899277487335758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/10/fire-kinda-but-not-really.html' title='Fire! ...kinda, but not really'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-6096867550678910558</id><published>2008-10-01T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:00:32.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Lights</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, while walking in the hallways of my building a song will come over the intercom radio that makes me pretty much want to "just dance!" - see what I did there? :)...if you don't, don't worry about it...it's just a reference to a sweet dancing song.  Anyway, so then sometimes, if the song is good enough, I start wishing that the lighting in the building was made of disco lights and strobe lights, instead of the plain florescents that we really have...then our hallways and big work areas would have a sweet dance floor vibe....wouldn't it be awesome to walk out of your office, dance attack it over to your co-workers office, talk about work stuff, and dance it out on the way back to your office?  It's just something to think about...that's all I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. the light in the bathroom is still out and now one of the lights in the basement bathroom is also out.  I am certain it is only a matter of time before I need to go get a headlamp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-6096867550678910558?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6096867550678910558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=6096867550678910558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/6096867550678910558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/6096867550678910558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/10/dancing-lights.html' title='Dancing Lights'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-5104729308643126342</id><published>2008-09-30T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:36:03.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ahead of Reality.</title><content type='html'>September 30th.  Christmas Catalog down in the lunch room.  Aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves?  This is just like when the stores start selling fur coats and parka's in June and tank tops and short shorts in December...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I find this odd because I am one of those people who think things like "Oh, its raining and chilly outside.  I should go get a coat."  Or "Its almost October, but it's 100 degrees outside and I want to buy and wear a t-shirt."  Or "Oh no, Christmas is tomorrow. I should start on my Christmas shopping."  It's like that one Mother's day when I had to ride my bike to the store that morning, because I forgot to get my mom a mommy's day card.  Boo to that.  Don't follow that example.  Thankfully it worked out because the only cards left were from twins to their mom, so I had no problem adding my twin's name to the card.  Can you imagine how awkward that would have been giving that card as an only child or a non twin kid? ...."Here mom. Surprise! I have cloned myself, and next Tuesday a big box will be dropped off with my new clone twin:) Happy Mother's day to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was a tangent to say that although you shouldn't be like me and wait till the last second for some stuff, sometimes it is ridiculous to get so far ahead...trying on a fur coat when it is 100 degrees outside is impossible.  Christmas will be here soon enough...we still have two holiday's to go before the rush of Christmas settles in.  You got to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brookers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-5104729308643126342?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5104729308643126342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=5104729308643126342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/5104729308643126342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/5104729308643126342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-ahead-of-reality.html' title='Getting Ahead of Reality.'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-927521174279594402</id><published>2008-09-27T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:00:58.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An awkward moment that happens often.</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have something awkward that tends to happen a lot?  Like the Brian Regan "you too" that you say when your server says "have a nice meal" and you say "you too" even though they aren't eating.  And try as you might, you do it over and over again... stuff like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have one of the awkward moments that repeats itself every work day.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to have the men's bathroom door literally right across from my office door.  Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really awkward.  I mean if I have my door open, I have to make eye contact with every guy going into the bathroom.   And some times they say "hi" as they are walking into the bathroom, so it's not like I don't get to pretend I didn't see them go in....boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to sit with my door closed a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-927521174279594402?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/927521174279594402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=927521174279594402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/927521174279594402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/927521174279594402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/awkward-moment-that-happens-often.html' title='An awkward moment that happens often.'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-4251543245211760151</id><published>2008-09-25T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:36:41.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights</title><content type='html'>Wow, this is a busy day for blogging!  So two days ago I went into the women's bathroom at work and noticed that one of the lights was out causing one stall to be kind of dark.  It's not completely dark because that stall is connected to the main area with the sink which still has a light.  But since then I have been avoiding that stall and affectionately started thinking of it as "the awkward handicap stall"....this name works well considering it is the handicap stall, and it is awkward.  Thankfully there is a separate stall with its own light and door and everything seems to be fine in that one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is day three, and I am wondering if the building people are ever going to put new lights in the awkward handicap stall.  And I'm kind of worried because we only have one more light in that area, and if it goes out too....I guess we will be using flashlights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-4251543245211760151?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/4251543245211760151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=4251543245211760151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/4251543245211760151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/4251543245211760151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/lights.html' title='Lights'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-9174830346045141898</id><published>2008-09-25T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:04:09.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iTunes</title><content type='html'>So I just now found the "import" button in iTunes for downloading CD's.  I would be proud of myself, except I have had my iPod for about 2 years and it is quite ridiculous that I have only just now seen that button.  It's not like it was hiding all of this time.  Or maybe it was... Let's pretend it was so I can pretend that I am not the dork I am:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I now know that the "import" button is on the bottom right of the screen.  Yeah.  This is big.  It means when iTunes doesn't automatically download a CD, instead of ejecting the CD and putting it in again, I can now simply click "import."  :)  So yup...it's been a good morning for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope its good for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brookers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-9174830346045141898?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/9174830346045141898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=9174830346045141898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/9174830346045141898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/9174830346045141898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/itunes.html' title='iTunes'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-8354565673590342831</id><published>2008-09-25T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:30:13.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I have thought about this morning.</title><content type='html'>If I was a parrot, I would not want to be named Polly.  All of my relatives would most likely be named the same thing and then I wouldn't be unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though some people at the gym may look upset 90% of the time, they could be the nicest person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When getting coffee, if you think someone messed up and put tea into the coffee pot instead, its not strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigantic trucks that drive really slow, shouldn't be allowed to drive during 7:30 am and 8:00 am aka the time that I go to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably should listen to slower music when driving because I get really excited when fast music is playing and then I look down at my speedometer and see that I am driving almost 80 mph when I should be doing 50 mph and its all because I got carried away listening to "Fee:)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random bands sing words like "and its all in my heeeeaaaaaaad" and I don't understand what they are talking about.  Your knowledge? Your brain? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Walnut" is a funny word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-8354565673590342831?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8354565673590342831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=8354565673590342831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/8354565673590342831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/8354565673590342831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-i-have-thought-about-this.html' title='Things I have thought about this morning.'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-6205168582983386574</id><published>2008-09-23T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:45:06.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in a hallway</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I sit in my office with the door open and I am amazed by what happens in the hallway.  Let me give you the layout of my floor.  Basically I am on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor, and when you get off the elevator, have have a little "elevator waiting" area, and then you have to turn right.   Then you have to turn right again when you get to the end or go into a law office.  So basically my floor's hallway is in the shape of an "L," with the elevator on one side, a law office in the corner, and my office (on the left) and a glass door at the other end.  Really simple...just think 1 right for the law office and 2 for mine.  AKA- "L" shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for some reason, people leaving the law office constantly get lost, and I don't understand.  All they did was get off the elevator, turn right, and walk straight into the law office.  Yet, somehow they decide that going straight back out of the office door, and straight back towards the elevator area can't be right...and so they walk back and forth saying, "this is confusing" - I'm not even joking.  And I don't understand...cause it's not.  They got off the elevator turned right and walked straight into a door.  I mean the people that come to my office have no problem with getting back to the elevator- and they have to make that second right turn...I just don't understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their defense, I suppose I have been here for 3 and 1/2 years so I am really familiar with it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also being lost in a hallway is pretty awkward so I guess that is their pay back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-6205168582983386574?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6205168582983386574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=6205168582983386574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/6205168582983386574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/6205168582983386574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/lost-in-hallway.html' title='Lost in a hallway'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-6466297649336566847</id><published>2008-09-20T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T09:46:03.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym/speedo/cheetahlicious</title><content type='html'>So I went to the gym this morning, as I do often, but this time was different. I had Sarah with me. Sarahbearahboo does not come often and has never come with me during the entire time I have worked out. So we were standing in front of the mirror "pumping iron" haha and Sarah was like "I wonder if we can tell the difference between your arm and mine?" (I go to the gym about 3 or 4 times a week, as opposed to Sarah's hardly ever...although we are working on it haha). So she stood next to me and it was really funny. You can't really tell the differences in our bodies from a distance, but boy-oh-boy can you tell when we stand side by side with our arms on the outside haha. The other person with us started calling Sarah "Pencil" which was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the workout was good...I didn't really get to do my normal stuff and only worked on my tri's but we did a lot. And this random guy saw the three of talking about how to work our tri's and showed us how to do two other things that should help "shape" my arms which is what I have been working towards for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh...am I becoming a gym blogger? I promise I won't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Sarah is eating cheeto's right now and----------oh wow. my mom and dad are having a conversation about speedos right now. Okay, okay, they were talking about a guy at the spa who was wearing a speedo. I, like my mother, am NOT a fan of speedos. They are awkward. Although, I am the girl that apparently wears a burka to the beach-aka, board shorts with my tankini. (hehe - first shout out to Megan!) But hey, Modest is Hottest. (yet another shout out to Megan:P) ----So, Sarah breathed Cheeto breath on me and then she said "cheetOlicious" which was an attempt to make fun of "cheetahlicious" from the recent Cheetah Girls movie. Yes, I did watch it-with high schoolers. And although it isn't my favorite movie, I have definitely started using the word "cheetalicious" when with high schoolers and high school staff:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of "cheetalicious": great, amazing, fetch (see Mean Girls as in "that's so fetch"), totally awesome, etc. Also can be used as exclamations, like "cheetalicious!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example of when to use the word "cheetalicious": Person 1: I got this new shirt. Person 2: Is it cheetalicious? Person 1: Yes, it is really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup, that's all for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-6466297649336566847?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6466297649336566847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=6466297649336566847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/6466297649336566847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/6466297649336566847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/gymspeedocheetahlicious.html' title='Gym/speedo/cheetahlicious'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-987577847356677847</id><published>2008-09-19T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:10:07.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I do not like</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I do not like walking through my dark house at night when everyone is asleep and hitting my shin on a cabinet door at full speed.  You can't scream. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not like walking in my twin and my bedroom when someone (ehem-not me) has left their binder on the floor and stubbing my toe on the sharp part, causing a minor bleeding issue to occur. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not like walking while talking on the phone and when hanging up, running into the wall. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe it is just that I don't like walking? hmm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-987577847356677847?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/987577847356677847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=987577847356677847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/987577847356677847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/987577847356677847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-i-do-not-like.html' title='Things I do not like'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-7135258334949637466</id><published>2008-09-18T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:04:10.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the title of the blog</title><content type='html'>When I was deciding what to call this blog, I thought about names like:&lt;br /&gt;"Less than Serious" - but someone else had it&lt;br /&gt;"The Elevator Story" - could sound like I live in an elevator.&lt;br /&gt;"My life of Glamour" - no one would believe the link enough to click on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I settled on "The Raindrop Notes of Brooke A. Schumacher" and here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year during the rainy season (so those 2 days in December...just kidding!), I learned that I have this uncanny ability to step in every massive puddle.  So I started writing "The Raindrop Notes of Brooke A. Schumacher" on my Facebook notes.  The Raindrop Notes were about stepping in puddles pretty much and I wrote about it a lot...it was like therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...For like that one time I was crossing the street and this truck was driving really fast towards me and wasn't slowing down.  I was afraid I was going to die, and decided to focus on the truck and not get hit by it and thus stepped into a huge puddle that splashed all the way up my pant legs...I was bitter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Brookers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-7135258334949637466?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7135258334949637466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=7135258334949637466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/7135258334949637466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/7135258334949637466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/behind-title-of-blog.html' title='Behind the title of the blog'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775944536656249759.post-2834829755953147097</id><published>2008-09-18T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:22:37.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevator Etiquette</title><content type='html'>Hey bloggers...I've been a blogger for a while now at thatgirlbrookers.blogspot.com. It's my serious and important blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my less than serious blog, because my life has a lot of randomness and I thought it would be awkward to write about something important like Jesus' love, and then start the next entry off with "So I saw this guy on a unicycle..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was riding up the elevator to my office this morning and when it stopped, the doors opened and I was literally almost ran over by to women trying to get in.  Now, my office is on the top floor of a building so it wasn't like they could have thought that I was still going up, because...I couldn't.  Anyway, I bring a lot of stuff to my office so you can only imagine how awkward it was when I started to step out of the elevator and &lt;em&gt;all of &lt;/em&gt;my stuff got hung up on two strangers forcing their way in as I was trying to get out.  It's one of those times that you really want to stop, turn to them and yell, "Really!?"  I mean that's how elevator exiting and entering works-see below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right way- the enteree, kindly steps aside to let the exitee out and during this process one of you may or may not nod your head, smile, or even say "hi." Enteree then steps onto the elevator without a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong way- the enteree, pushes the exitee back into the elevator as they enter before the exitee exits, thus trapping the exitee inside of the now, extremely crowded elevator making for a really uncomfortable moment. From here three things might happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option one:  Exitee gasps for air and asks in a timid voice if they can get out.  Issue-you will probably be known as the person who got pushed into the elevator and made the enteree wait an extra 10 seconds while you exited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option two:  Exitee remains quiet, facing the corner, and rides the elevator back down stairs with the enteree.  Issue -you may get stuck in a continuation of this for the rest of the day and at some point you may want to go to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option three:  Exitee pushes back and a fight breaks out.  Issue- this is a really awkward situation for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is elevator etiquette for exiting and entering.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1775944536656249759-2834829755953147097?l=theraindropnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://thatgirlbrookers.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2834829755953147097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1775944536656249759&amp;postID=2834829755953147097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/2834829755953147097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1775944536656249759/posts/default/2834829755953147097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theraindropnotes.blogspot.com/2008/09/elevator-etiquette.html' title='Elevator Etiquette'/><author><name>Brooke Bilicke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391103606693940839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJrcZgpuOAQ/SvMqIjHPS3I/AAAAAAAAAG8/NGkMHreyd3Y/S220/engagement+5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
