<?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-6503417455260036387</id><updated>2011-10-04T20:40:51.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-6574851994254517008</id><published>2011-05-05T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T15:26:02.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm done! I officially graduated on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1vENOXeMMA/TcMjYHK3FYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/L05mpruvwO8/s1600/222414_10150251204881833_591066832_8630491_1342822_s.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1vENOXeMMA/TcMjYHK3FYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/L05mpruvwO8/s400/222414_10150251204881833_591066832_8630491_1342822_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603361258527462786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my Dental Hygiene class. We have become really close over the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation really didn't mean much to me.  Why?  Because I still had one more board exam to take.  As of 2 hours ago, I am done!!! Now I just have to wait a month to see if I passed or not...hopefully I did. I do not want to spend $1200 more on another test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-6574851994254517008?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/6574851994254517008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=6574851994254517008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/6574851994254517008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/6574851994254517008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2011/05/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!!!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1vENOXeMMA/TcMjYHK3FYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/L05mpruvwO8/s72-c/222414_10150251204881833_591066832_8630491_1342822_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-598012594073563625</id><published>2011-03-28T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T07:58:54.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite thing</title><content type='html'>SWAGBUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what it is...you should.  You sign up for free and earn swagbucks through searching the web, shopping online, and other things you probably do anyway.  With these swagbucks you can get gifts cards and other awesome prizes.  My goal-pay for Christmas with swagbucks only.  Let's see if I can do it.  While I'm at it, why don't you see if you can do it too?  I was really hesitant at first, but now I love it.  If you want to try it out, go to http://www.swagbucks.com/refer/beckerecka.  If you sign up, I get more swagbucks.  Please and thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh PS-- Married life is the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://swagbucks.com/refer/beckerecka"&gt;&lt;img alt="Search &amp; Win" title="Search &amp; Win" border="0" src="http://prodegebanners.sitegrip.com/images/swagbucks-200x200Alt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-598012594073563625?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/598012594073563625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=598012594073563625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/598012594073563625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/598012594073563625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-favorite-thing.html' title='My favorite thing'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1644939976768919517</id><published>2010-10-08T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:07:31.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>So my life is great! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the month of Halloween!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND it's the month of my birthday!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1644939976768919517?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1644939976768919517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1644939976768919517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1644939976768919517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1644939976768919517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-2460564163379941901</id><published>2010-07-05T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:09:11.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm officially a hater...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...of all things parade. Why do they have to shut down the whole entire town for a silly parade. Yeah, Independence Day is great. I love a good celebration, but c'mon!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left for work an hour early today to get some stuff done that was absolutely necessary to do before I taught my class, but I didn't get there until about 7 minutes before the class was supposed to start. Goodie. The reason? A parade. They shut down everything! So I detoured and thought I could make it a different way, but guess what? There's a 5K going on so I can't go that way. I was really frustrated. I called my boss and asked her for advice on different routes and I finally made it, but I failed to get some things done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parades. Are. Stupid. This hatred didn't just arise today. I haven't ever really liked them. They're boring, to be perfectly honest. And there is way too much traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TDIeRs5Gq4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Q_IXYMKqC-k/s1600/20091011NutleyParade101_blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TDIeRs5Gq4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Q_IXYMKqC-k/s400/20091011NutleyParade101_blog.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490484185175337858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go home parade goers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Thanks for letting me vent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS- I do NOT hate the Fourth of July.  I think it's a great holiday and I'm grateful for my country and everybody who serves it.  I just don't like parades.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-2460564163379941901?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/2460564163379941901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=2460564163379941901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/2460564163379941901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/2460564163379941901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-officially-hater.html' title='I&apos;m officially a hater...'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TDIeRs5Gq4I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Q_IXYMKqC-k/s72-c/20091011NutleyParade101_blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-948260226646698178</id><published>2010-06-30T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:43:10.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some fun things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This summer has been AMAZING so far. It's finally hot here in Utah and i'm loving that. Here are a few things I've done so far(in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; *warning: some of the pictures are sideways, but I was too lazy to switch them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtxj_xxhbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RRoQC5pi7y4/s400/Summer+114.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488605434110641586" /&gt;Mary and I went hiking with some friends from our ward.  We went to the Spanish Fork hot springs.  It was really fun, but a little smelly.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtxkZfnWyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/avzBV9oegsw/s1600/Summer+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtxkZfnWyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/avzBV9oegsw/s1600/Summer+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtxkZfnWyI/AAAAAAAAAfM/avzBV9oegsw/s400/Summer+117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488605441013799714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the guys: McKay and Micah. I have no idea what McKay is doing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtxjWGU_mI/AAAAAAAAAe8/nneyxvOsDps/s1600/Summer+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtxjWGU_mI/AAAAAAAAAe8/nneyxvOsDps/s400/Summer+115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488605422922563170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The womenfolk. Mary's all about the peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtw9w9SojI/AAAAAAAAAec/r4KhKJPuC_U/s1600/Summer+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtw9w9SojI/AAAAAAAAAec/r4KhKJPuC_U/s400/Summer+112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488604777297388082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us together.  Aren't we such a good looking group of people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtw9Mtgh1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/ZuVnGs0W8MQ/s1600/Summer+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtw9Mtgh1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/ZuVnGs0W8MQ/s400/Summer+106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488604767567513426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave and Mary and I went to DI to get Dave some books one evening.  Dave then had a brilliant idea to find the epitome of old men outfits and  buy it for Andy. Andy looks like he's enjoying it way too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtw89NyZnI/AAAAAAAAAeM/_h-NyTA_dL8/s1600/Summer+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtw89NyZnI/AAAAAAAAAeM/_h-NyTA_dL8/s400/Summer+088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488604763407935090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we all road tripped down to AZ for Suzanne's farewell.  It was a really fun trip and we all got to go to the temple and do baptisms.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtw8VI-hKI/AAAAAAAAAeE/aY1vQb5PEu4/s1600/Summer+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtw8VI-hKI/AAAAAAAAAeE/aY1vQb5PEu4/s400/Summer+082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488604752650339490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suz met up with us later to take some pictures.  Man, I miss her.  She is doing great in the MTC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtw7iwj5AI/AAAAAAAAAd8/NMZtcbhFplk/s1600/Summer+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtw7iwj5AI/AAAAAAAAAd8/NMZtcbhFplk/s400/Summer+079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488604739126158338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh how we love these boys.  Best. Friends. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtv8qHQvBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/9UYfMQDbbnI/s1600/Summer+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtv8qHQvBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/9UYfMQDbbnI/s400/Summer+065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488603658768661522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took Aspen to the zoo, along with my roommate Aubrey. Aspen likes giraffes, so here is her with a giraffe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtv8KRoCZI/AAAAAAAAAds/QIjcPYmRC8w/s1600/Summer+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtv8KRoCZI/AAAAAAAAAds/QIjcPYmRC8w/s400/Summer+057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488603650222197138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PENGUINS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtv7pMp6bI/AAAAAAAAAdk/IzdaJ7hBa_Y/s1600/Summer+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtv7pMp6bI/AAAAAAAAAdk/IzdaJ7hBa_Y/s400/Summer+073.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488603641342978482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aubrey and I thought this was pretty funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtv7Ejk6HI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6IKHfgD_k0c/s1600/Summer+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtv7Ejk6HI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6IKHfgD_k0c/s400/Summer+062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488603631507007602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giraffes are pretty cool. I like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtv6gSwA5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/vPkObSLbdus/s1600/Summer+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtv6gSwA5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/vPkObSLbdus/s400/Summer+072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488603621772755858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aspen and I on some animals.  It's not such a good picture of either of us, but it was bright that day, okay? No judging.  AND it was the only picture we got together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other events to note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky came home!!!! I love her and i'm so glad she's back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt came home!!!!! He's the bomb and it's been great to have another male around to balance out the estrogen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary got her mission call!!!!! She's going to Detroit! She'll be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-948260226646698178?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/948260226646698178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=948260226646698178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/948260226646698178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/948260226646698178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-fun-things.html' title='Some fun things'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/TCtxj_xxhbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/RRoQC5pi7y4/s72-c/Summer+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-7436379968939337285</id><published>2010-05-13T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T13:11:14.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLOOOO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've come back from the grave, everyone! Hip hip...Hooray. Due to the highly stressful nature of this past semester, I have shut almost everything else out of my life besides school and work. My blog has suffered because of this, but hopefully this summer will be full of some fun stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am finally on my much needed break from school and it is GLORIOUS! I don't have to think about tests, quizzes, homework assignments, nothing for 3 months!!! Sweet. Of course, being the nerd I am, I have already studied a little bit these past two weeks. C'mon people. What else do you expect me to do? Most of my roommates left me for the summer (Suz for a year and a half...sad) and the other ones have work all day long. AND I have boards coming up in a year.  I have nothing else to occupy my time. Well, besides Tony and Gilmore Girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tony needs some explaining. This is Tony Horton:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/S-xU11WsGUI/AAAAAAAAAck/uBd4U97UUdE/s1600/TonyHorton10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/S-xU11WsGUI/AAAAAAAAAck/uBd4U97UUdE/s400/TonyHorton10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470840931180353858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, people, this is the man I spend an hour and a half with every single day.  He is the P90X instructor.  He's quite annoying, looks like he had plastic surgery, and kicks my butt.  P90X is the most intense workout I've ever done, but I like it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.....I am in serious need of catching you all up on my life.  First of all, I was chosen to be an Alternate Student Delegate at the ADHA Annual Session in Las Vegas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/S-xXa12iI1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/he5pyOMRQhU/s400/adha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470843765992334162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 87px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you don't know what that means, just know that it's a HUGE DEAL in the Dental Hygiene world. I get an all-expense paid trip to Las Vegas. I haven't been filled in on all of the little details, but I'll be attending the House of Delegates. We vote on policies and such for Dental Hygienists.  Not to mention, I'll have a great opportunity for networking. I'm way excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a fun picture of "the gang"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/S-xZhLTSuNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/4GA6aXr-xb4/s400/30870_390886771775_731591775_4634148_2358898_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470846073852573906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, this is us in all our glory.  This particular night was Festa Italiana! Back row: Mary, Matt, Lanae, Sam, Dave, Suzanne.  Front: Me, Andy, and Becky.  We were all really tight this past semester.  We still are, don't worry.  We all are kind of separated for the summer, but we'll be back together eventually.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This same gang (minus Matt-he's in D.C. now) all went camping at the end of the semester for a last HOORAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/S-xaowG3l0I/AAAAAAAAAc8/lO5WKx9ck4Y/s400/30870_390891871775_731591775_4634285_1486282_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470847303503288130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all look so good, eh? This was the morning after we woke up.  Those boys are too good to us.  They gave us their warm sleeping bags to put in our tent because we were cold and meanwhile they were freezing in their own tents! AND they cooked breakfast and kept the fire burning. Too bad Sam had to leave in the middle of the night because she was sick... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some fun pictures us girls in Down House took the other week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/S-xbvrRO_nI/AAAAAAAAAdM/wZt5viyrmkI/s1600/_DSC0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/S-xbvrRO_nI/AAAAAAAAAdM/wZt5viyrmkI/s400/_DSC0219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470848521975299698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proof that EVERYone makes fun of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/S-xbvBZ11zI/AAAAAAAAAdE/WQk3xitAHns/s1600/_DSC0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/S-xbvBZ11zI/AAAAAAAAAdE/WQk3xitAHns/s400/_DSC0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470848510737110834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does everyone look cool except for me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. Sorry this post was kind of random, but that's how I roll.  There will be more this summer. No worries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-7436379968939337285?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/7436379968939337285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=7436379968939337285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7436379968939337285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7436379968939337285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2010/05/helloooo.html' title='HELLOOOO!!!!!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/S-xU11WsGUI/AAAAAAAAAck/uBd4U97UUdE/s72-c/TonyHorton10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1559896470176160595</id><published>2010-01-14T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:55:09.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncomfortable</title><content type='html'>So for one of my classes, we went on a field trip to a nursing home and cleaned everyone's teeth and dentures (gross, by the way) for free.  It all went great until the very end.  We went to the alzheimer's building and finished them up last.  Right as I was about to open up her mouth and look in (I was really close to her face) she roared at me! Seriously, like a lion. Then she proceeded to cackle. It scared me so bad, but was pretty hilarious at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1559896470176160595?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1559896470176160595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1559896470176160595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1559896470176160595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1559896470176160595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2010/01/uncomfortable.html' title='Uncomfortable'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-4767756668413692327</id><published>2009-11-20T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:10:42.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Kinda cheesy, but I'm all about that.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Search "Michael Buble- Just haven't met you yet" on YouTube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-4767756668413692327?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/4767756668413692327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=4767756668413692327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4767756668413692327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4767756668413692327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/11/mmm-hmmm.html' title='Mmm Hmmm'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-4457428787080347236</id><published>2009-11-07T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:01:28.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Fall, I love you</title><content type='html'>Leaves are my favorite part of fall. I love stepping on crunchy leaves. In fact, I make it a point to step on as many as I can. Another fun thing is jumping in a HUGE pile of leaves like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SvW1JaFNPnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gQ0yxNRylZk/s1600-h/fall.2005.1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SvW1JaFNPnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gQ0yxNRylZk/s400/fall.2005.1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401422501325389426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched a six year old boy laboriously rake all the leaves in his front yard. At first I thought it was his chore for the day and I admired him for doing it willingly. However, after he finished raking up a big pile, he ran full speed and jumped in! It made my heart happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-4457428787080347236?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/4457428787080347236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=4457428787080347236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4457428787080347236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4457428787080347236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-fall-i-love-you.html' title='Oh Fall, I love you'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SvW1JaFNPnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/gQ0yxNRylZk/s72-c/fall.2005.1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-7535386807157163481</id><published>2009-11-02T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:59:35.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>It's the last Halloween my roommates and I are going to spend together, so we decided to really live it up! We had such a great weekend together!! Take a look at us in all of our glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Su9_9w1JyuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/XgjZ5_SyjBk/s1600-h/13056_700752105179_17824608_39055920_2949963_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Su9_9w1JyuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/XgjZ5_SyjBk/s400/13056_700752105179_17824608_39055920_2949963_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399675177297103586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this is us on Halloween Eve at our ward party. Sesame Street style. Evan is in our ward-he's Furby. Suzanne is Ernie, I'm Burt, and Mary is Big Bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Su9_x90eRII/AAAAAAAAAcM/v0e6m5qeB5I/s400/13737_187958926624_501211624_3474943_4260209_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399674974625481858" /&gt;So we wanted to change things up for the actual Halloween night, so we decided to be restaurant icons. I'm Colonel Saunders, Suz is Wendy, Mary is Ronald McDonald in a bathrobe, and Lanae is Jared from Subway.  We thought we were pretty clever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-7535386807157163481?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/7535386807157163481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=7535386807157163481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7535386807157163481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7535386807157163481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Su9_9w1JyuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/XgjZ5_SyjBk/s72-c/13056_700752105179_17824608_39055920_2949963_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1593942047731468570</id><published>2009-10-05T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:33:51.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundraising can be cool</title><content type='html'>Especially when your loved ones help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an official plea: PLEASE buy something from me. My program told me I had to fundraise at least $50 in profit every semester. These things are really great and way cheaper than if you bought them online or in a store. I have toothbrushes and toothpaste available and crest whitestrips. I can't advertise them online, so if you want a list of the merchandise with prices and pictures please leave your e-mail in a comment. Or you can e-mail me at beckerecka@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance to all of you buy stuff from me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1593942047731468570?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1593942047731468570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1593942047731468570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1593942047731468570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1593942047731468570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/10/fundraising-can-be-cool.html' title='Fundraising can be cool'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-2432490192955392549</id><published>2009-09-05T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:07:32.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New school, new outlook</title><content type='html'>I started my Dental Hygiene program at UVU last week. I love it! The other 13 girls in my program are awesome and my classes are bomb. I'm totally in my element. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I love my program and my classes, but what about the school itself? I wasn't so keen on leaving BYU, but it's actually really nice. The campus is really pretty and the people are really chill.  So far I have received 2 free T-shirts and 3 free meals (I actually don't think I was supposed to have that last one. There was like a Business Major fair or something and there was a free BBQ for the students. I just stood in line and they gave me food so I'm happy).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I love is Institute. It's the best. It's a place for me to forget about school. Unlike BYU, the classes are not ones where you have to take tests and do homework. There are just a bunch of people who actually WANT to be there. They also give me free food sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far UVU is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-2432490192955392549?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/2432490192955392549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=2432490192955392549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/2432490192955392549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/2432490192955392549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-school-new-outlook.html' title='New school, new outlook'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-367325131728145565</id><published>2009-09-05T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:38:08.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out for Lunch</title><content type='html'>Many businesses have these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SqKTFY04h7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/yjhIS9YPUnI/s1600-h/lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SqKTFY04h7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/yjhIS9YPUnI/s400/lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378022625806682034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not uncommon. The other day, however, I saw one that made me laugh.  There is a new BBQ place in Provo and as I was walking by one day I saw a sign like that.  I almost laughed out loud.  Why do these people need to go out to lunch? Don't they have food to eat there? And won't their new business struggle if they aren't even open during lunch? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share this hilarious oxymoron with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-367325131728145565?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/367325131728145565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=367325131728145565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/367325131728145565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/367325131728145565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-for-lunch.html' title='Out for Lunch'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SqKTFY04h7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/yjhIS9YPUnI/s72-c/lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-3877272338853816285</id><published>2009-08-12T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:18:18.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never done packing</title><content type='html'>I feel like this poor girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amys.com/journal/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/packing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.amys.com/journal/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/packing.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE packing. So much. There are many times in a college student's life where he/she must pack up his/her whole life only to move down the street.  I have packed up my life 4 times in the past 2 years. Today I find myself packing up for the fifth time. Bleh. It's only been 4 months since I did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing that I only unpacked less than half of my belongings this time around. It'll be MUCH easier. Now the problem is that I have a gap of 5 days where I am completely homeless. I have to move out of my house the 22nd and I can't move in until the 27th (just for the record--that is after I start school and work).  Oh joy. I am not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I absolutely loath packing my things, I love to unpack and get organized. There is something about meticulously putting everything of mine in my own space and have it organized exactly how I want. I quite enjoy it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-3877272338853816285?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/3877272338853816285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=3877272338853816285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/3877272338853816285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/3877272338853816285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-done-packing.html' title='Never done packing'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-4386661838684097319</id><published>2009-08-08T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:18:54.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the week:</title><content type='html'>"Becky bought a cruise!!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why yes, yes I did. Courtesy of Caribbean Cruise Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aweddingidea.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/caribbean_cruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 606px; height: 276px;" src="http://www.aweddingidea.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/caribbean_cruise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I have asked myself that question many times since Monday, the day the deed was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To preface this event, I must let you know I was having a HORRIBLE day. I had to wake up before 7 in the morning. Then I rode 3 buses all the way to American Fork to teach some morning classes. The classes were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chaotic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Kids are cute, but sometimes they are a handful. Then I rode 3 more buses home. It take over an hour to get there, by the way.  When I got home I was tired and cranky.  &lt;/span&gt;I went to the store and had to endure some really annoying Napolean Dinamite-esque cheesy organ music in the store. It really ticked me off for some reason. I'm not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got home and checked the mail. To my surprise, I got a letter that said I won a free cruise!! Immediately I thought it was just some stupid things, but I decided to call for some reason. It turns out that the cruise wasn't completely free. It actually cost $597.  It also turns out that I bought that cruise. I was feeling excited until I got of the phone. I felt stupid for taking it. I mean, I just took out a loan for school and now I blew 600 dollars on a stupid cruise? Idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Heather and she convinced me that I had been stupid. Thanks, by the way. She told me to call and get my money back; I told her not to tell Mom and Dad. The only thing- the cruise was non-refundable.  I had a pit in my stomach and felt like crying for the next 18 hours.  What had I done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommates thought it was the funniest thing.  They kept saying "Becky bought a cruise" and then laughing hysterically.  Needless to say it didn't make me feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I called anyway and had to listen to 4 different people pressure me into keeping the cruise, but I held strong.  I got my money back!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a relief!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-4386661838684097319?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/4386661838684097319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=4386661838684097319&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4386661838684097319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4386661838684097319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the week:'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-2121419199647725726</id><published>2009-08-01T00:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:10:19.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I get knocked down, but I get up again. You're never gonna keep me down!</title><content type='html'>This summer I have really beat myself up and tonight was no different. We were playing some night games up on campus and I fell face first to the ground. Lovely. Then later we all decided to slide down a wet hill  on our stomachs. I was going to do it, but got scared half way down to the ground and awkwardly bent my body to that I had to roll down the hill. I looked like a dream. The bad part-i'm pretty sure I pulled a muscle. Cool. People are going to ask how it happened and I'm going to have to say "I tried sliding down a hill." Plus, I was supposed to go hiking tomorrow. Cross that one off the agenda. And the slip and slide planned for the afternoon? I'm thinking that one goes too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the other things I have done include, but are not limited to: Falling while hiking and completely destroying my left leg. Going to the lake at night in shorts with no bug spray and getting at least (I kid you not) 50 bug bites on my legs. Tripping over absolutely nothing on level ground. Running into people and falling over due to the force of impact (this mainly happens during sports). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been clutzy--always. Example: I can be standing up  not even walking or anything and fall over. I'm used to it by now. However, it's getting out of hand lately. By the time this summer is over I am going to have more scar tissue on my legs than normal skin. What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 1: Refrain from physical activity of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 2: Have someone follow me around so he can catch me if I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 3: Do what I normally do and try to tend to my wounds as best as I can.&lt;br /&gt;Ding ding ding we have a winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I get really tired of being in pain and being embarrassed to show wear a skirt or shorts in public, it's worth it. This summer I have made some of the best memories ever. I like to view my battle wounds as reminders of all the good times I've had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-2121419199647725726?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/2121419199647725726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=2121419199647725726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/2121419199647725726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/2121419199647725726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-get-knocked-down-but-i-get-up-again.html' title='I get knocked down, but I get up again. You&apos;re never gonna keep me down!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-9122678924876850540</id><published>2009-07-27T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:18:19.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you sure this water's sanitary?</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday evening, I got asked on a date by my friend Bret.  He is a big fisher, so we went fishing with one other couple up at Silver Lake.  It's beautiful up there (Look at my camping post from the 3rd of July).  I had never been fishing before, so I was pretty excited! It turns out i'm pretty good! I caught 2 fish within the first 20 minutes and then one more at the end of the trip. More than anyone else there. I was pretty surprised, but it was way cool! We kept the three I caught and I even helped cleaned out the fish. GROSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sm4m_K5LGxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ArwF7KXUyug/s1600-h/Summer+09+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sm4m_K5LGxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ArwF7KXUyug/s400/Summer+09+246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363267072942611218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at that! I named him Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sm4m-7KT-TI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DxkESJDeS-c/s1600-h/Summer+09+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sm4m-7KT-TI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DxkESJDeS-c/s400/Summer+09+248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363267068719528242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up close and personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sm4m-rkpXyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/JoO9VzYmXl8/s1600-h/Summer+09+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sm4m-rkpXyI/AAAAAAAAAa0/JoO9VzYmXl8/s400/Summer+09+249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363267064535015202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me cleaning the fish. It was SO slimy! At least it wasn't wriggling around. I tried to hold a live one and I couldn't hold on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sm4m-KCAWnI/AAAAAAAAAas/HIKqpRfJLvg/s1600-h/Summer+09+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sm4m-KCAWnI/AAAAAAAAAas/HIKqpRfJLvg/s400/Summer+09+250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363267055531350642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at those guts! Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sm4m9yy4uVI/AAAAAAAAAak/RktzztyQDQg/s1600-h/Summer+09+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sm4m9yy4uVI/AAAAAAAAAak/RktzztyQDQg/s400/Summer+09+251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363267049293920594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Bret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun date. On Sunday, I went over to Bret's house and we cooked my catch! It was actually pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-9122678924876850540?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/9122678924876850540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=9122678924876850540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/9122678924876850540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/9122678924876850540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-sure-this-waters-sanitary.html' title='Are you sure this water&apos;s sanitary?'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sm4m_K5LGxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ArwF7KXUyug/s72-c/Summer+09+246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-671530849500827282</id><published>2009-07-25T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:52:40.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Moon Day!</title><content type='html'>On July 20th it was the 40th anniversary of the US landing on the moon. When we found this out, of course we threw a themed party. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sms4OQHGkbI/AAAAAAAAAac/ctosgW_U9eo/s1600-h/Summer+09+241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sms4OQHGkbI/AAAAAAAAAac/ctosgW_U9eo/s400/Summer+09+241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362441598808789426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sms4OEFfVgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cC0vooxaY7I/s1600-h/Summer+09+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sms4OEFfVgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cC0vooxaY7I/s400/Summer+09+240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362441595580798466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sms4N7DmpzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1s2YwWdSQFM/s1600-h/Summer+09+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sms4N7DmpzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/1s2YwWdSQFM/s400/Summer+09+242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362441593156970290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-671530849500827282?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/671530849500827282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=671530849500827282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/671530849500827282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/671530849500827282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-moon-day.html' title='Happy Moon Day!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sms4OQHGkbI/AAAAAAAAAac/ctosgW_U9eo/s72-c/Summer+09+241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-3642852322359463956</id><published>2009-07-25T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:38:14.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerio, dahling.</title><content type='html'>Us girls at the Arch House love to plan fun things to do. Last Sunday was no different. We planned to have a tea party!!! Now maybe it's because we had watched all 6 Harry Potter movies the week before, but we decided that we would only talk in British accents. And of course we had to wear our dresses from church. What is tea time without the proper attire? (Weird...as I'm writing this, i'm thinking in a British accent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our party was complete with crumpets and story-telling and even a poem recited by Mary Vance herself. We felt oh so proper during the occasion. It was funny to hear Mary talk because her accent changed every five seconds or so. After tea time we watched Persuasion. Only Suzanne was persuaded to stay awake though (Dad, that joke was for you. You would say something like that). We had a jolly good time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sms0S8PFbsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Ofl26oD7HPk/s1600-h/Summer+09+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sms0S8PFbsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Ofl26oD7HPk/s400/Summer+09+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362437281326395074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sms0SuUkAII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pnNvjbX152o/s1600-h/Summer+09+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sms0SuUkAII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pnNvjbX152o/s400/Summer+09+230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362437277591273602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sms0Sf2FZQI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_f-7f_Tosms/s1600-h/Summer+09+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sms0Sf2FZQI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_f-7f_Tosms/s400/Summer+09+231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362437273705342210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tayla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsz6BVu27I/AAAAAAAAAZs/7gM5ew6v_68/s1600-h/Summer+09+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsz6BVu27I/AAAAAAAAAZs/7gM5ew6v_68/s400/Summer+09+232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362436853199723442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my home teacher, John. He happened to come visit as we were preparing for the party and he stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsz54f1JdI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ALt9t3xqoYg/s1600-h/Summer+09+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsz54f1JdI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ALt9t3xqoYg/s400/Summer+09+234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362436850826159570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yours truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsz5qGWF2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/K8jYBQ7b8aA/s1600-h/Summer+09+235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsz5qGWF2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/K8jYBQ7b8aA/s400/Summer+09+235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362436846961170274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suzanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsz5DX3xqI/AAAAAAAAAZU/g9diamesAWU/s1600-h/Summer+09+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsz5DX3xqI/AAAAAAAAAZU/g9diamesAWU/s400/Summer+09+236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362436836565698210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsz43ItxHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/HZmgU0hU68k/s1600-h/Summer+09+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsz43ItxHI/AAAAAAAAAZM/HZmgU0hU68k/s400/Summer+09+237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362436833280902258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-3642852322359463956?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/3642852322359463956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=3642852322359463956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/3642852322359463956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/3642852322359463956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheerio-dahling.html' title='Cheerio, dahling.'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sms0S8PFbsI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Ofl26oD7HPk/s72-c/Summer+09+190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-2526437454957887907</id><published>2009-07-25T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:24:08.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!  A good ratio.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend some friends and I had a hankerin' to go on a hike.  So of course we did. Now, at BYU you hear a lot of talk about ratio. What ratio, you may ask? The ratio of boys to girls. Usually it is the boys saying "now this is a pretty good ratio" BUT on this specific occasion....there was one more guy than girl. Glorious!! Anyway back to the hike...a friend of ours is from Orem, so he knows the area pretty well and he found us a beautiful place to go hiking. The hike itself was really easy and only took 20 minutes, but it was fantastic! At the top of the hike there was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsunla6LZI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6oEIS-neqJQ/s1600-h/Summer+09+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsunla6LZI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6oEIS-neqJQ/s400/Summer+09+226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362431038909459858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmsunJQs0hI/AAAAAAAAAYM/tw6f0NCbWKA/s1600-h/Summer+09+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmsunJQs0hI/AAAAAAAAAYM/tw6f0NCbWKA/s400/Summer+09+214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362431031350448658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen waterfalls before, but not up close like this. The sound of the water hitting the rocks below was so calming. I loved it!!  Two of the guys decided to run under the falls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmsvyT14jaI/AAAAAAAAAYc/iMMdxKPdCpo/s1600-h/Summer+09+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmsvyT14jaI/AAAAAAAAAYc/iMMdxKPdCpo/s400/Summer+09+219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362432322680950178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, it wasn't a very big waterfall so Suzanne and I decided to be daring. We took off our shoes and took the plunge (I made Suz go first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmswaR4-9oI/AAAAAAAAAY0/bTuFY66SXmc/s1600-h/Summer+09+223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmswaR4-9oI/AAAAAAAAAY0/bTuFY66SXmc/s400/Summer+09+223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362433009351849602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was terrified for a few minutes beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmswaImyyBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/f_uCv525ev4/s1600-h/Summer+09+224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmswaImyyBI/AAAAAAAAAYs/f_uCv525ev4/s400/Summer+09+224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362433006859634706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmswZ7R_44I/AAAAAAAAAYk/JV2tVOkvc24/s1600-h/Summer+09+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmswZ7R_44I/AAAAAAAAAYk/JV2tVOkvc24/s400/Summer+09+225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362433003282752386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently the color of the day was red. Suz and I matched like always and this time Bret joined the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of water rushing over me was SO cool! The only downside is that the water made my shorts heavy and they are already a little big as it is so I had to hold them up the whole way down the mountain. It was such a fun trip to take. If anybody has the chance to run under a waterfall, I'd recommend it. Here's the whole Group:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsxf08Pa5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/X8LiV7ePIK0/s1600-h/Summer+09+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsxf08Pa5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/X8LiV7ePIK0/s400/Summer+09+218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362434204171725714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmsxfUcDTbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/4y9G1AtGrnQ/s1600-h/Summer+09+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmsxfUcDTbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/4y9G1AtGrnQ/s400/Summer+09+217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362434195446779314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-2526437454957887907?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/2526437454957887907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=2526437454957887907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/2526437454957887907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/2526437454957887907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-good-ratio.html' title='Finally!  A good ratio.'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smsunla6LZI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6oEIS-neqJQ/s72-c/Summer+09+226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-9206567965602574546</id><published>2009-07-25T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:07:51.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosquitos bite.</title><content type='html'>Last night my roommates and some guys from the ward went to the lake to have a bonfire. It was way fun, but there were TONS of bugs and mosquitoes. I am feeling the effects of wearing shorts. My legs are so covered in bites that it looks like I have chicken pox....what a delight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-9206567965602574546?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/9206567965602574546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=9206567965602574546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/9206567965602574546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/9206567965602574546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/07/mosquitos-bite.html' title='Mosquitos bite.'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-7358731225437483019</id><published>2009-07-24T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:19:52.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expelliarmus!</title><content type='html'>I love love love Harry Potter. So of course, when I heard that the sixth movie was coming out, of course I cleared my schedule of unimportant things like sleeping. Midnight showings are the best! There are so many crazy people to see and everybody is just so excited. My roommates and I went to the theater three hours early to partake in this excitement (and get good seats). We were really hyper and probably really obnoxious to those people on either side of us, but oh well. We had fun taking pictures and playing Phase 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smnd-XD00NI/AAAAAAAAAYE/DQCq3o-i7DQ/s1600-h/Summer+09+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smnd-XD00NI/AAAAAAAAAYE/DQCq3o-i7DQ/s400/Summer+09+205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362060894772973778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The roommates plus Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smnd99ekexI/AAAAAAAAAX8/a5VmE3w6dms/s1600-h/Summer+09+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smnd99ekexI/AAAAAAAAAX8/a5VmE3w6dms/s400/Summer+09+191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362060887905827602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smnd9lk1mEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bqXb5TlX0_4/s1600-h/Summer+09+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smnd9lk1mEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bqXb5TlX0_4/s400/Summer+09+189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362060881489664066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mary can be so beautiful sometimes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next two pictures are reasons why Suz and I get asked out on so many dates.....maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smnd9GOjRmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/RoikihTkH7A/s1600-h/Summer+09+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smnd9GOjRmI/AAAAAAAAAXs/RoikihTkH7A/s400/Summer+09+196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362060873074689634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smnd8zZi-GI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qyZik7XWUOs/s1600-h/Summer+09+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smnd8zZi-GI/AAAAAAAAAXk/qyZik7XWUOs/s400/Summer+09+198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362060868020533346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha every time I look at these I can't help but laugh. My roommates are the greatest and we've had so many good times together. I'm going to be sad when I have to move in a month. At least I'll have Mary and Suz with me still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- the movie was great! I laughed almost the whole time. It helped that I was loopy from lack of sleep though :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-7358731225437483019?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/7358731225437483019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=7358731225437483019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7358731225437483019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7358731225437483019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/07/expelliarmus.html' title='Expelliarmus!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smnd-XD00NI/AAAAAAAAAYE/DQCq3o-i7DQ/s72-c/Summer+09+205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-4650401968679061655</id><published>2009-07-22T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:01:52.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Aspen Carter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smc3bGQ5_RI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ufTFqoygWiY/s1600-h/Summer+09+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smc3bGQ5_RI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ufTFqoygWiY/s400/Summer+09+184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361314820085382418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smc3a7GRvqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oesOPNvo610/s1600-h/Summer+09+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smc3a7GRvqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/oesOPNvo610/s400/Summer+09+183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361314817088011938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smc3arFYLZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bPi-CkMUSoE/s1600-h/Summer+09+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smc3arFYLZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bPi-CkMUSoE/s400/Summer+09+182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361314812789271954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is 7 years old, is very shy, is really hard to get a hold of, and LOVES to swim. I mentor her. This mean I hang out with her each week and we do fun stuff together, kind of like a big sister thing. The pictures above are of when we made chicken nuggets for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-4650401968679061655?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/4650401968679061655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=4650401968679061655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4650401968679061655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4650401968679061655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/07/meet-aspen-carter.html' title='Meet Aspen Carter'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Smc3bGQ5_RI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ufTFqoygWiY/s72-c/Summer+09+184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1502675345783571524</id><published>2009-07-21T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:57:02.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>I finally learned how to put my videos on here, so here you go. These are pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d0c520a51c0c83f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d0c520a51c0c83f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314890%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62A714EA27A7D21B2327B85840A19D2115ABEAC9.8260FF2524BEBDD97D5CB6007A60F5001F9A347F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd0c520a51c0c83f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG5CbK2Xgdt5WYYpEkNzTNJ2ZbXo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0d0c520a51c0c83f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314890%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62A714EA27A7D21B2327B85840A19D2115ABEAC9.8260FF2524BEBDD97D5CB6007A60F5001F9A347F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd0c520a51c0c83f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG5CbK2Xgdt5WYYpEkNzTNJ2ZbXo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from our hike to Silver Lake. It's beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-43dda479bc958a97" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43dda479bc958a97%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314890%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EFA836314FE22B3DED4C6BAD98F384CDF8F3A30.2C80BE279ED8075B86F928F73020AE972F06DB81%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43dda479bc958a97%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGjwZxe98MdTecSiT67ZMqMEV768&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D271e749220d7e3dc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314890%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D763D791D515408FD6EE7CA1B47C40598474706AF.7A3B419FDF15669612750B46152E7DBDF689C208%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D271e749220d7e3dc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKo9YGcUVAsPwMEeImoP8iJj5GOA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls were so funny. They were dancing the whole night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-508641d8e069dbc3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D508641d8e069dbc3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314890%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84EDDEC1AC716BB145C0ACB2BF816858ADEA5A20.6A463051B31B8AB42FA32E50A708D92A36DB3C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D508641d8e069dbc3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwZJ7VXbdbj17qjT410ErQc8ANYc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D508641d8e069dbc3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314890%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84EDDEC1AC716BB145C0ACB2BF816858ADEA5A20.6A463051B31B8AB42FA32E50A708D92A36DB3C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D508641d8e069dbc3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwZJ7VXbdbj17qjT410ErQc8ANYc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Jonas--what a stud. He is by far the most talented Jonas Brother (plays the piano, guitar, drums, and sings) and, in my opinion, is the most attractive. He's the one playing the piano in this video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1502675345783571524?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=508641d8e069dbc3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1502675345783571524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1502675345783571524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1502675345783571524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1502675345783571524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/07/videos.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1007905980021635349</id><published>2009-07-21T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:44:57.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad, you should be proud.</title><content type='html'>Let it be known that I have successfully cooked a roast in the crockpot just like dad. I even made gravy.  I know it's not that hard, but I felt good about myself. It was pretty tasty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYMZiLZtvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/jSbsR--Vfps/s1600-h/Summer+09+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYMZiLZtvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/jSbsR--Vfps/s400/Summer+09+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360986039242045170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1007905980021635349?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1007905980021635349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1007905980021635349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1007905980021635349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1007905980021635349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/07/dad-you-should-be-proud.html' title='Dad, you should be proud.'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYMZiLZtvI/AAAAAAAAAXE/jSbsR--Vfps/s72-c/Summer+09+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-7232222046508362935</id><published>2009-07-20T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T11:42:10.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping--A lesson in patience</title><content type='html'>So a few weekends ago, my roommates and I decided to rough it out in the woods all by ourselves.  We booked a camp site in advance and then set out on our way. We had clear instructions on how to get there (it was only in Springville) and allotted ourselves about 30 minutes to get there.  Little did we know that it would take almost TWO HOURS to get there. The reason? Construction....bleh. I hate it.  We ran into it at every turn it seemed like. We had to take at least 3 detours. So annoying.  At least we got to know the neighborhoods of Springville. We saw a house that looked like Rigoletto lived there, so that was cool (Funny side story: We went to a bridal shower this past weekend and it was in the house next door to the Rigoletto house). We finally stopped some ladies walking down the road to ask them for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we found the campground, but we didn't know which space was ours, so we had to ask the lady in charge. Here is a video documenting our frustration (this is the end of the almost 2 hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-499828abf32dca8e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D499828abf32dca8e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314890%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30C1B5E26A723B6B6E1FA712FAB7EC7C1A3528F7.3BD69778A528C42AD2C2E8AD70E0BCE23F16A140%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D499828abf32dca8e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFMqkFRA4X72naAdHaoEeQr-5YH4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D499828abf32dca8e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314890%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30C1B5E26A723B6B6E1FA712FAB7EC7C1A3528F7.3BD69778A528C42AD2C2E8AD70E0BCE23F16A140%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D499828abf32dca8e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFMqkFRA4X72naAdHaoEeQr-5YH4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the video ends with Jen's thumbs up. That means we found it!!! So as you can see, we weren't in the best shape after so many frustrations. I couldn't stop laughing! I think I was laughing so I wouldn't cry. I really can't remember though. Anyway, we got there and had a smashing good time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYK32bvecI/AAAAAAAAAW8/28_h_5fiM40/s1600-h/Summer+09+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYK32bvecI/AAAAAAAAAW8/28_h_5fiM40/s400/Summer+09+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360984361052109250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fire that Jen and I tried to build. We couldn't get it started so we had to ask a man across the way to help us.  He told us it should only take one match to light a fire. We had used about 20...   He started ours with just the leftover coals of our failed attempt. How embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYK3vHb9cI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0w3z5gyO0hM/s1600-h/Summer+09+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYK3vHb9cI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0w3z5gyO0hM/s400/Summer+09+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360984359087896002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suz documenting our trip. Isn't she a dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYKh8pZvAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/0DvEVbQDEPs/s1600-h/Summer+09+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYKh8pZvAI/AAAAAAAAAWs/0DvEVbQDEPs/s400/Summer+09+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360983984762895362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone minus me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYKfN5iACI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WoID6ToPGRc/s1600-h/Summer+09+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYKfN5iACI/AAAAAAAAAWk/WoID6ToPGRc/s400/Summer+09+163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360983937854341154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYKehG0KnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LBMmNdu6-sw/s1600-h/Summer+09+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYKehG0KnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LBMmNdu6-sw/s400/Summer+09+164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360983925830462066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jen in our tiny tent. It's a 2 man tent, but we definitely squished all five of us in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYKeQ68Z2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/b9rszl4PGfg/s1600-h/Summer+09+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYKeQ68Z2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/b9rszl4PGfg/s400/Summer+09+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360983921485703010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYKdwRgqtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SKcArpcvdfE/s1600-h/Summer+09+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYKdwRgqtI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SKcArpcvdfE/s400/Summer+09+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360983912721984210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't we look great when we first wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time we try an outing like this, we will know A) how to get there and B) how to start the fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-7232222046508362935?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=499828abf32dca8e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/7232222046508362935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=7232222046508362935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7232222046508362935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7232222046508362935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping-lesson-in-patience.html' title='Camping--A lesson in patience'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmYK32bvecI/AAAAAAAAAW8/28_h_5fiM40/s72-c/Summer+09+155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-537491356782256715</id><published>2009-07-17T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:55:00.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stadium of FIRE!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So on the Fourth I helped set up chairs for the Stadium of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Then that night I got to go to the show! It was one of the most exciting things I have done in a long time. One of the things I was most excited about was this obnoxious yellow and orange shirt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEndlLiWfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/jIHI3wSKCag/s1600-h/Summer+09+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEndlLiWfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/jIHI3wSKCag/s400/Summer+09+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359608420697790962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to wear it that night to get in, and as I walked to the Stadium people were asking me questions as if I knew all the ins and outs of the production. It was kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEndfMPwZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/MaXhlbeBonc/s1600-h/Summer+09+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEndfMPwZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/MaXhlbeBonc/s400/Summer+09+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359608419090153874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So because I was a volunteer, I got to sit right on the field with the other volunteers and military families. It was cool because the dancers were right there in our faces. I almost got hit a few times with those poles they are holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEndHtRpFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-u6z4De3wI0/s1600-h/Summer+09+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEndHtRpFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-u6z4De3wI0/s400/Summer+09+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359608412786238546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEnc8mTSKI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8gL0GwhcrsM/s1600-h/Summer+09+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEnc8mTSKI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8gL0GwhcrsM/s400/Summer+09+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359608409804196002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These kids were SO cute. I especially love the little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEnce1xawI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ranIejS_Skk/s1600-h/Summer+09+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEnce1xawI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ranIejS_Skk/s400/Summer+09+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359608401816021762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEnAsMUugI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-SC1NTZB59o/s1600-h/Summer+09+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEnAsMUugI/AAAAAAAAAVc/-SC1NTZB59o/s400/Summer+09+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359607924363934210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This flag was ENORMOUS! It was like a hundred feet long or something. At the end of the night they respectfully retired it by fire. (As you can see, it's kind of old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEnAS-zyxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/pAE_JfdLkkQ/s1600-h/Summer+09+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEnAS-zyxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/pAE_JfdLkkQ/s400/Summer+09+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359607917596363538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHeDaisy! They were really fun live. I love their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without further ado........ The Jonas Brothers!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEnAD7BuNI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Nt1O22L3h0A/s1600-h/Summer+09+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEnAD7BuNI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Nt1O22L3h0A/s400/Summer+09+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359607913553967314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stage was way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEm_xZikeI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nP0BBiQa8D4/s1600-h/Summer+09+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEm_xZikeI/AAAAAAAAAVE/nP0BBiQa8D4/s400/Summer+09+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359607908581675490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All three singing together.  I took tons of video clips, but my computer wont let me put them on. Too bad. Heather, I think Taylor and maybe Emily would like the pictures of the Jonas Brothers. You should show them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It was a totally fun night! I think I'm going to volunteer again next year. I kinda like the idea of free T-shirts and tickets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-537491356782256715?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/537491356782256715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=537491356782256715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/537491356782256715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/537491356782256715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/07/stadium-of-fire.html' title='Stadium of FIRE!!!!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmEndlLiWfI/AAAAAAAAAWE/jIHI3wSKCag/s72-c/Summer+09+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-6111159761130814326</id><published>2009-07-17T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:32:30.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3rd of July.</title><content type='html'>My roommates and I wanted to have a really exciting Fourth of July weekend. On the 4th, I was going to Stadium of Fire and a few others were going with family to party, so.....we planned an action packed day of fun on the 3rd. We started off bright and early with a hike up to Silver Lake. It was SO beautiful as you will see from the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCgVpPOj9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/R-Fsygb-2Wo/s1600-h/Summer+09+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCgVpPOj9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/R-Fsygb-2Wo/s400/Summer+09+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359459850278309842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the whole crew. I'm pretty surprised we got all seven of us in this because nobody was around to take one for us, so Mary had to use her long arms to snap this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCgV-1_y3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/_RblMCKbAu8/s1600-h/Summer+09+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCgV-1_y3I/AAAAAAAAAU0/_RblMCKbAu8/s400/Summer+09+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359459856078064498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silver Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCgVOFNhsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RUwyECfXAWM/s1600-h/Summer+09+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCgVOFNhsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/RUwyECfXAWM/s400/Summer+09+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359459842988541634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So on the way down the mountain....a cougar was attacking Suzanne so I saved her and this is my battle wound. That would be cool if it were true. But I really just tripped (on the most level part of the trail) and cut myself up on the gravel. It doesn't look that bad here, but it was a nasty cut and it bruised a lot over the next few days. Putting rubbing alcohol on it was TERRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfy4J2YDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zNreQ2rWg1I/s1600-h/Summer+09+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfy4J2YDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/zNreQ2rWg1I/s400/Summer+09+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359459252986863666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was snow at the top! How cool is that? There were some little boys up there that kept pelting us with snowballs so, of course, we had to fight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfygFv6GI/AAAAAAAAAUM/g9LlGRyReag/s1600-h/Summer+09+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfygFv6GI/AAAAAAAAAUM/g9LlGRyReag/s400/Summer+09+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359459246527211618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a really cool picture. The lake is high up on the mountain, so the edge looks like it just drops off...which it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfyEskRjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/if_wyxd0JVc/s1600-h/Summer+09+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfyEskRjI/AAAAAAAAAT8/if_wyxd0JVc/s400/Summer+09+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359459239173834290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfxw4o3mI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Zft9DBwDZQs/s1600-h/Summer+09+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfxw4o3mI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Zft9DBwDZQs/s400/Summer+09+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359459233855757922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfOcTDr5I/AAAAAAAAATs/gsbEcM1DJfg/s1600-h/Summer+09+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfOcTDr5I/AAAAAAAAATs/gsbEcM1DJfg/s400/Summer+09+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359458627034001298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got home, we went swimming. Don't ask what Mary is doing. I don't think any of us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfOF6zknI/AAAAAAAAATk/Rqx6XbUjJ50/s1600-h/Summer+09+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfOF6zknI/AAAAAAAAATk/Rqx6XbUjJ50/s400/Summer+09+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359458621026701938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We then made a FEAST!!! We made lots of BBQ chicken salad. It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfN91zfII/AAAAAAAAATc/HmiK2yKbaIo/s1600-h/Summer+09+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfN91zfII/AAAAAAAAATc/HmiK2yKbaIo/s400/Summer+09+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359458618858241154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the puppy that lives next door. His name is Cha Le (it sounds like you're saying Charlie with a British accent). He is so adorable and we like to play with him most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfM8N5fcI/AAAAAAAAATM/7utTs5qB_70/s1600-h/Summer+09+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfM8N5fcI/AAAAAAAAATM/7utTs5qB_70/s400/Summer+09+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359458601242557890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay. This is proof that people in Provo are ridiculous! People were camping out on the side of University Ave 24 hours before the 4th of July parade was supposed to happen. What a waste of a day. Most of the people brought their TVs and movies and video games to play. I guess it could be fun, but I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfNExw4TI/AAAAAAAAATU/AukytYuJavo/s1600-h/Summer+09+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCfNExw4TI/AAAAAAAAATU/AukytYuJavo/s400/Summer+09+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359458603540472114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended off the night with some yummy desserts and the dice game. Or, in Suzanne's family, Farkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-6111159761130814326?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/6111159761130814326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=6111159761130814326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/6111159761130814326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/6111159761130814326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-of-july-weekendso-good.html' title='The 3rd of July.'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SmCgVpPOj9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/R-Fsygb-2Wo/s72-c/Summer+09+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-4037631915772393018</id><published>2009-07-08T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:13:41.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>To three of my roommates.  Mary Vance, Vivian Dunken, and Suzanne Dunken all had a birthday the same week at the end of June.  Being the great, awesome, fantastic roommates we are, the rest of us decided to throw a big birthday bash for the lovely ladies (cowboy and indian style, of course). Both Suzanne (Tutt) and I made cakes. Mine is the white one. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SlVt4jQcjWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ze9pynPFMg0/s1600-h/Summer+09+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SlVt4jQcjWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ze9pynPFMg0/s400/Summer+09+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356308150131395938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Birthday Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SlVt4Yg9LwI/AAAAAAAAAS0/EWQdJTdvenY/s1600-h/Summer+09+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SlVt4Yg9LwI/AAAAAAAAAS0/EWQdJTdvenY/s400/Summer+09+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356308147247853314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SlVt3wmfJaI/AAAAAAAAASs/RK8uku44A4Y/s1600-h/Summer+09+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SlVt3wmfJaI/AAAAAAAAASs/RK8uku44A4Y/s400/Summer+09+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356308136533632418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SlVt3RjpmKI/AAAAAAAAASk/vXuMmwbosfc/s1600-h/Summer+09+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SlVt3RjpmKI/AAAAAAAAASk/vXuMmwbosfc/s400/Summer+09+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356308128200235170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SlVt22loWdI/AAAAAAAAASc/qIeNaZBT5r4/s1600-h/Summer+09+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SlVt22loWdI/AAAAAAAAASc/qIeNaZBT5r4/s400/Summer+09+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356308120960784850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SlVuTaDUu0I/AAAAAAAAATE/WXnjoTAkdd0/s1600-h/Summer+09+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SlVuTaDUu0I/AAAAAAAAATE/WXnjoTAkdd0/s400/Summer+09+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356308611516906306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being born. It gave us a reason for a smashing good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-4037631915772393018?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/4037631915772393018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=4037631915772393018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4037631915772393018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4037631915772393018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SlVt4jQcjWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ze9pynPFMg0/s72-c/Summer+09+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-7892427039680535850</id><published>2009-06-26T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:13:08.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go, Go Griffindor!</title><content type='html'>So my FHE group is the bomb.com (click).  We have had pretty fun activities so far.  This past Monday, we all got our brooms (or mops in some cases) out and headed to the local elementary school to play some muggle quidditch.  It was really fun.  I bet we looked really cool running around with brooms between our legs. Here are some sweet group pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SkU4yAmzfZI/AAAAAAAAASU/TsMfm2qa8zw/s1600-h/Summer+09+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SkU4yAmzfZI/AAAAAAAAASU/TsMfm2qa8zw/s400/Summer+09+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351746164007075218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us trekking to the quiddtich pitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SkU4w5tdUWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/tNJFYV2mShc/s1600-h/Summer+09+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SkU4w5tdUWI/AAAAAAAAAR0/tNJFYV2mShc/s400/Summer+09+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351746144976064866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the elementary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SkU4xIWDQUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/G0AiUzTdK3o/s1600-h/Summer+09+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SkU4xIWDQUI/AAAAAAAAAR8/G0AiUzTdK3o/s400/Summer+09+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351746148904419650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SkU4x6y6eVI/AAAAAAAAASM/0rbDfozYH58/s1600-h/Summer+09+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SkU4x6y6eVI/AAAAAAAAASM/0rbDfozYH58/s400/Summer+09+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351746162447251794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SkU4xQapO7I/AAAAAAAAASE/JpRF0XutLXc/s1600-h/Summer+09+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SkU4xQapO7I/AAAAAAAAASE/JpRF0XutLXc/s400/Summer+09+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351746151071169458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guy facing backwards is the snitch. The soccer ball was the quaffle and we had some soft balls for the bludgers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-7892427039680535850?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/7892427039680535850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=7892427039680535850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7892427039680535850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7892427039680535850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-go-griffindor.html' title='Go, Go Griffindor!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SkU4yAmzfZI/AAAAAAAAASU/TsMfm2qa8zw/s72-c/Summer+09+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-4800600610600635957</id><published>2009-06-26T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:58:50.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteering Pays...</title><content type='html'>In free Jonas Brothers tickets!!  I'm going to help set up at the Stadium of Fire this Fourth of July and then I get to see these guys! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SkU1-nIFC8I/AAAAAAAAARs/KnZurP0hoWk/s1600-h/JonasBrothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SkU1-nIFC8I/AAAAAAAAARs/KnZurP0hoWk/s400/JonasBrothers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351743081970731970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An added bonus-- I get a free T-shirt. Could life get better? I submit that it cannot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-4800600610600635957?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/4800600610600635957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=4800600610600635957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4800600610600635957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4800600610600635957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/06/volunteering-pays.html' title='Volunteering Pays...'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SkU1-nIFC8I/AAAAAAAAARs/KnZurP0hoWk/s72-c/JonasBrothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-6071741050388730442</id><published>2009-06-18T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:11:38.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past few weeks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So a few weeks ago we had a really fun FHE where we did a picture scavenger hunt. It was really fun. We tried to be as creative as we could to fulfill these requirements. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxvfrmeAI/AAAAAAAAARc/6qTbfaln6FQ/s1600-h/Summer+09+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxvfrmeAI/AAAAAAAAARc/6qTbfaln6FQ/s400/Summer+09+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348712568228050946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Act like statues. We're such a happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxvO8Jy2I/AAAAAAAAARU/EMaYu8jj-Oc/s1600-h/Summer+09+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxvO8Jy2I/AAAAAAAAARU/EMaYu8jj-Oc/s400/Summer+09+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348712563734072162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try on somebody else's shoe. This is quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sjpxu48o8DI/AAAAAAAAARM/N6tjQePby5M/s1600-h/Summer+09+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sjpxu48o8DI/AAAAAAAAARM/N6tjQePby5M/s400/Summer+09+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348712557830533170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roll down a hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxR-5QJYI/AAAAAAAAARE/QnO6FriANco/s1600-h/Summer+09+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxR-5QJYI/AAAAAAAAARE/QnO6FriANco/s400/Summer+09+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348712061210731906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a handstand contest with a stranger. Apparently nobody but the stranger has any handstanding skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxRn_3EvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/S46Z47YaUmM/s1600-h/Summer+09+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxRn_3EvI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/S46Z47YaUmM/s400/Summer+09+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348712055064433394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Play a game with another FHE group. This is a great action shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxRdMrW0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rgTb_ltvF5M/s1600-h/Summer+09+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxRdMrW0I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rgTb_ltvF5M/s400/Summer+09+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348712052165401410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Play with a cat. These girls had a lot of fun playing with this stuffed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxRDFTcHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/BDNlqiu-rBk/s1600-h/Summer+09+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxRDFTcHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/BDNlqiu-rBk/s400/Summer+09+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348712045155151986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Knock on someone's door and ask for a square of toilet paper. I wonder who's in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxQ0HyZPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/exxKd2uB6zY/s1600-h/Summer+09+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxQ0HyZPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/exxKd2uB6zY/s400/Summer+09+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348712041139037426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Use a pay phone. They didn't say how to use it...apparently Suz has a grudge against Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpvJPw3b0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/QGojsi33WhI/s1600-h/Summer+09+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpvJPw3b0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/QGojsi33WhI/s400/Summer+09+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348709712096882498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jump over a fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpvI8gcTkI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Jry48RACHt0/s1600-h/Summer+09+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpvI8gcTkI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Jry48RACHt0/s400/Summer+09+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348709706927722050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Help someone cross the street.  We ran into a girl in our ward, so we helped her out, even though she didn't have to cross the street.  Notice Brandon on the right stopping all the "traffic" like he's Superman or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpvIjXDUlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/BC6DBx3o4CY/s1600-h/Summer+09+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpvIjXDUlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/BC6DBx3o4CY/s400/Summer+09+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348709700177449554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greg is about as tall as this tree, so he had a hard time actually climbing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpvIfPp3wI/AAAAAAAAAQE/6X8w7Up11JE/s1600-h/Summer+09+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpvIfPp3wI/AAAAAAAAAQE/6X8w7Up11JE/s400/Summer+09+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348709699072679682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Run along with a jogger. This was hard because it was raining that day, but we found this lone runner and Mary just jumped out of the car and basically chased this guy down so we could get a picture. He noticed we were taking a picture just in time to give us a thumbs up. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpvICcuG8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/j3OqL-R63uw/s1600-h/Summer+09+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpvICcuG8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/j3OqL-R63uw/s400/Summer+09+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348709691342855106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Squish lots of people in a small space.  The backseat of this car was actually quite roomy so we just acted like it was small. Pretty convincing, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I got to meet the girl I'm going to mentor. I just get to hang out with her once a week. Her name is Aspen and she is 7 years old.  She is really cute.  I'll take some picture of some of our activities and post them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I saw Matt for the first time in 2 years yesterday! It was fun to see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-6071741050388730442?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/6071741050388730442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=6071741050388730442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/6071741050388730442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/6071741050388730442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/06/past-few-weeks.html' title='The past few weeks...'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SjpxvfrmeAI/AAAAAAAAARc/6qTbfaln6FQ/s72-c/Summer+09+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1812784909257447635</id><published>2009-05-29T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:01:38.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAw5_MGaHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/P6ddgoPnGS0/s1600-h/dads+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAw5_MGaHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/P6ddgoPnGS0/s400/dads+287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341322930834270322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAw4_dJlgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/u0gY2s5e3YY/s1600-h/dads+297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAw4_dJlgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/u0gY2s5e3YY/s400/dads+297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341322913725912578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAw4FNl7wI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OL0jBNSaxSU/s1600-h/dads+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAw4FNl7wI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OL0jBNSaxSU/s400/dads+296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341322898091405058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAwd3cXb_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/GqQsjJgPZ2I/s1600-h/dads+293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAwd3cXb_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/GqQsjJgPZ2I/s400/dads+293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341322447718674418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAwdRtNkpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vlxgeFKuSVg/s1600-h/dads+292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAwdRtNkpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vlxgeFKuSVg/s400/dads+292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341322437588783762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAwce418TI/AAAAAAAAAPM/emq25O8aJxI/s1600-h/dads+291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAwce418TI/AAAAAAAAAPM/emq25O8aJxI/s400/dads+291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341322423947358514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAwbmgQv1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/XwqQFZNjOOU/s1600-h/dads+284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAwbmgQv1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/XwqQFZNjOOU/s400/dads+284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341322408811872082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAwaxnPUyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7FPQEmTdD7Y/s1600-h/dads+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAwaxnPUyI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7FPQEmTdD7Y/s400/dads+285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341322394614059810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1812784909257447635?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1812784909257447635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1812784909257447635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1812784909257447635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1812784909257447635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-fun.html' title='Memorial Day Fun'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SiAw5_MGaHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/P6ddgoPnGS0/s72-c/dads+287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1103527969685459018</id><published>2009-05-18T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:10:08.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHqsuY_mAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/65AYie2o8n4/s1600-h/Summer+09+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHqsuY_mAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/65AYie2o8n4/s400/Summer+09+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337305087498754050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have my scrubs and I'm pretty excited about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1103527969685459018?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1103527969685459018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1103527969685459018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1103527969685459018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1103527969685459018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official.'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHqsuY_mAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/65AYie2o8n4/s72-c/Summer+09+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-5360511611039018642</id><published>2009-05-18T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:08:41.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I get scared easily.</title><content type='html'>The other day, Suzanne and I were bored, so we called our next door neighbor, Taylor, and told him to come over.  We decided to make a fort on our back porch.  This is one of the advantages of out back porch: it is HUGE!  So we used a bunch of furniture and blankets and went to town on our little fort.  Then we decided to tell scary stories as we munched on chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary joined for this and told our first scary story. It actually is a pretty scary story, but Mary could not stop laughing. Part of her story went like this, "And then (hehe) he found his dog (haha) and it was Dead!" Yeah it kind of kills the suspense. Oh well, it was really funny. This is her scared face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHozav3DeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PEkBS4XF6-4/s1600-h/Summer+09+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHozav3DeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PEkBS4XF6-4/s400/Summer+09+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337303003461783010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was Taylor. He told a true story about a freaky guy in Poland that he tried to teach on his mission. I was terrified.  He wouldn't turn the flashlight on for me :(  Too bad I'm a chicken. Here's his scared face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHozNkuSgI/AAAAAAAAAOk/X1n3oNnP20U/s1600-h/Summer+09+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHozNkuSgI/AAAAAAAAAOk/X1n3oNnP20U/s400/Summer+09+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337302999925410306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went next and told about when Julie and Jeremy came to babysit me during a thunder storm and we thought someone was in the house because a door kept opening and slamming shut. Here is my scared face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHoy6k0nJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vlxdsCdRUzc/s1600-h/Summer+09+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHoy6k0nJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/vlxdsCdRUzc/s400/Summer+09+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337302994825550994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne didn't have a scary story, but she was scared by my wonderful scary-story-telling abilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHoyydh0SI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AfjSEAJJBtk/s1600-h/Summer+09+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHoyydh0SI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AfjSEAJJBtk/s400/Summer+09+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337302992647475490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-5360511611039018642?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/5360511611039018642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=5360511611039018642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/5360511611039018642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/5360511611039018642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-get-scared-easily.html' title='I get scared easily.'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHozav3DeI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PEkBS4XF6-4/s72-c/Summer+09+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1220689692067660534</id><published>2009-05-18T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:55:01.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up.</title><content type='html'>We got to see President Monson speak in person! I think we were A LITTLE excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHm_jR6iyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7MAse_l5zjY/s1600-h/Fall+08+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHm_jR6iyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7MAse_l5zjY/s400/Fall+08+266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337301012887276322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHm_MXHuZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TaZ3H3fbzw4/s1600-h/Fall+08+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHm_MXHuZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TaZ3H3fbzw4/s400/Fall+08+264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337301006735096210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne and I had a Mexifest, complete with mustaches and a pinata, which I appear to be eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHl4-jv2PI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zvryQD2GFAA/s1600-h/Fall+08+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHl4-jv2PI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zvryQD2GFAA/s400/Fall+08+280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337299800439118066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHl4l4YqcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/s2dAhYiN2LY/s1600-h/Fall+08+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHl4l4YqcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/s2dAhYiN2LY/s400/Fall+08+278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337299793814792642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHl4VBaK3I/AAAAAAAAANs/pzNtmOmREJA/s1600-h/Fall+08+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHl4VBaK3I/AAAAAAAAANs/pzNtmOmREJA/s400/Fall+08+259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337299789289237362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a real one the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHl35kJMeI/AAAAAAAAANk/I_hyj7XP5tA/s1600-h/roommate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHl35kJMeI/AAAAAAAAANk/I_hyj7XP5tA/s400/roommate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337299781918732770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHk7ietoKI/AAAAAAAAANc/wuur1praV0c/s1600-h/Summer+09+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHk7ietoKI/AAAAAAAAANc/wuur1praV0c/s400/Summer+09+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298744929788066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHk7c3RVzI/AAAAAAAAANU/zXZ0gOHXjxI/s1600-h/Summer+09+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHk7c3RVzI/AAAAAAAAANU/zXZ0gOHXjxI/s400/Summer+09+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298743422179122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHk7cZYcVI/AAAAAAAAANM/I60ot3aRhYo/s1600-h/Summer+09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHk7cZYcVI/AAAAAAAAANM/I60ot3aRhYo/s400/Summer+09+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298743296815442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pudding finger painting turned into pudding FIGHT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHkbxBH1FI/AAAAAAAAANE/1pWjXygpG7A/s1600-h/3115_631167168949_17825467_37381769_6086589_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHkbxBH1FI/AAAAAAAAANE/1pWjXygpG7A/s400/3115_631167168949_17825467_37381769_6086589_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298199076394066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHkbnDu4LI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ueZ9kRmofLU/s1600-h/3115_631167178929_17825467_37381771_662838_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHkbnDu4LI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ueZ9kRmofLU/s400/3115_631167178929_17825467_37381771_662838_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298196402987186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHkb_QiooI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wCBC72cJPTY/s1600-h/3115_631167163959_17825467_37381768_610097_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHkb_QiooI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wCBC72cJPTY/s400/3115_631167163959_17825467_37381768_610097_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298202899161730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHkbQpsFMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/h2BCNkuQPX4/s1600-h/3115_631167153979_17825467_37381766_2431453_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHkbQpsFMI/AAAAAAAAAMs/h2BCNkuQPX4/s400/3115_631167153979_17825467_37381766_2431453_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298190388171970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHkbSi0QwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/p6JCF3JmKEU/s1600-h/PUdding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHkbSi0QwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/p6JCF3JmKEU/s400/PUdding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337298190896218882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1220689692067660534?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1220689692067660534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1220689692067660534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1220689692067660534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1220689692067660534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching up.'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHm_jR6iyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7MAse_l5zjY/s72-c/Fall+08+266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-12803986363807432</id><published>2009-05-18T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:39:27.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend!</title><content type='html'>This is our porch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHiRBQzIXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1UNxuBNUVh0/s1600-h/Photo+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHiRBQzIXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1UNxuBNUVh0/s400/Photo+29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337295815435297138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday we had a porch party complete with snacks, music, and lots of friends! Near the end of our party, six of us decided to drive around and find sprinklers to run through. So we all hopped in our neighbor, Taylor's, old beaten up car.  No tlong after we got in, the muffler snapped OFF the car. Wow. The girls were freaking out, but the boys didn't think it was a big deal. What an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, a bunch of us decided to go disco skating.  We first went to DI to get some fantastic clothes. It was a great night! Take a look at the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHiQ5cbrJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2vb2VC5Q6KM/s1600-h/Disco+Skating+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHiQ5cbrJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2vb2VC5Q6KM/s400/Disco+Skating+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337295813336607890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHiQ2l7sZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PMfS3SpOIcc/s1600-h/Disco+Skating+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHiQ2l7sZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PMfS3SpOIcc/s400/Disco+Skating+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337295812571148690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHiQpdHHyI/AAAAAAAAAME/hvVKP7pfJ6s/s1600-h/Disco+Skating+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHh3zWRXAI/AAAAAAAAALU/NcmksS1SWuc/s400/Disco+Skating+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337295382203423746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-12803986363807432?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/12803986363807432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=12803986363807432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/12803986363807432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/12803986363807432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/ShHiRBQzIXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/1UNxuBNUVh0/s72-c/Photo+29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-3541926318852015163</id><published>2009-05-13T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:59:51.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new goal</title><content type='html'>So Suzanne and I have made a goal to go hiking every other week.  We started this past Saturday when we went with Breena and Jen to American Fork Canyon.  The hike we wanted to go on (complete with moose) was snowed in so we chose a different one, even though there was still quite a bit of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was so pretty when we got to the Tibble Fork Reservoir and I was glad that I brought my camera. Too bad I forgot to charge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hike itself was awesome! It was mostly mud and snow.  I actually think that the people who are in charge of making trails just decided to be funny and put a trail head at the beginning of a creek.  It seemed like we were hiking IN the creek the whole way!  I felt adventurous though.  We jumped across banks and walked over logs over rivers.  One river had no place to cross safely so we all had to run through a  foot of FREEZING COLD water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne was the first victim to the mud and fell in it. Near the end of the hike, I was telling myself how proud I was that I hadn't fallen yet (I am way clutzy)  and then I fell and got muddy. Oh well. It was really fun.  Hopefully we wont wimp out on this goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-3541926318852015163?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/3541926318852015163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=3541926318852015163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/3541926318852015163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/3541926318852015163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-goal.html' title='A new goal'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-8122948828372130416</id><published>2009-03-30T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:14:10.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting!</title><content type='html'>Today marks a big day in my life: I gave blood for the first time.  It was an....interesting experience that I probably wont want to experience again.  Let me tell you.  So I go in and start reading the little handbook they have and I hear some veteran donors talking about how the finger prick is the scariest part.  So the doctors take me in to do the interview and here comes the finger prick.  I didn't feel anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great!" I thought. "This is going to be a piece of cake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got into the chair. They stuck the needle in, which didn't hurt at all, and I start squeezing away on the stress ball they gave me.  I feel great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is this even a big deal for people?" I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is when the needle really started hurting me.  Every time I would squeeze the ball, I could feel the needle in my arm.  Then soon after that both hands started going numb and I couldn't move my fingertips.  Not a good sign, if you ask me.  Then My vision started going blurry and (having passed out before and knowing the feeling) I said "Jed (that was may doctor's name),  I'm going to pass out."   The doctors responded really speedily to a remark like this. They put ice packs on my chest, told me to start coughing a lot to get Oxygen to my brain, gave me water, gave me juice, fanned my hot face.  It was really great service :)  I sat there for about 10 minutes just recovering and then I felt good enough to go to the designated snack spot and I sat there for another 10-15 minutes.  I survived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another exciting note..... I GOT INTO THE DENTAL HYGIENE PROGRAM!!!    I got my letter today and in the course of jumping up and down with my roommates out of excitement, I almost passed out again. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-8122948828372130416?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/8122948828372130416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=8122948828372130416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/8122948828372130416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/8122948828372130416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/03/exciting.html' title='Exciting!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1368138347134970013</id><published>2009-03-03T21:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:36:39.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ya gonna call?</title><content type='html'>Check out a Ghostbusters video we made on a super fun group date. Go to Maria's (Mary's) blog on the right and it should be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1368138347134970013?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1368138347134970013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1368138347134970013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1368138347134970013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1368138347134970013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-ya-gonna-call.html' title='Who ya gonna call?'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-147934146582712738</id><published>2009-03-03T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:34:13.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarassing Moments</title><content type='html'>Last Friday I was getting my classroom ready to teach in.  I usually do thing while listening to my iPod, as I was on Friday.  A Martina McBride song came on (I think it was Independence Day or With a Broken Wing) and I started belting out.  I was in my element. The music got more and more dramatic as the climax was about to hit and boy was I getting into it. I had totally forgotten my preparations and my whole body and voice were into it.  It was right after this splendid solo that I turned towards the door and my student and his mom were at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sa4SqHT7NwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Y3pA98Kh7xM/s1600-h/kermit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sa4SqHT7NwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Y3pA98Kh7xM/s320/kermit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309201525442819842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! I am sure my face was 16 shades of red.  The mom half-laughing said, "Oh did we miss your solo?" I quickly took out my ear phones and tried to laugh it off, but I couldn't.  The "Miss Becky" they know is mature and smart and organized and composed.  Well, now they know the real me I guess.  It was only later that I realized they could only hear my not-so-perfect voice, not the dramatic music that had got me started in the first place.  At least I can laugh about it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-147934146582712738?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/147934146582712738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=147934146582712738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/147934146582712738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/147934146582712738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/03/embarassing-moments.html' title='Embarassing Moments'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/Sa4SqHT7NwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Y3pA98Kh7xM/s72-c/kermit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-6626547097375798327</id><published>2009-02-19T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:21:28.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Puppies aren't much fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ak0_fa1DDpc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ak0_fa1DDpc&lt;/a&gt; Go here to see a funny music video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne and I are twinners! We have started to say the same things at the same time. Someone even told us that we look like sisters.  On Saturday we had Stake Conference. We were getting ready and then Suz and I walked out of our rooms at the same time wearing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZ2wXZgS0yI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0IxPY4CMpNs/s1600-h/Sphomore+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZ2wXZgS0yI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0IxPY4CMpNs/s320/Sphomore+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304589852142129954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a coincidence.  Today I came home and we were both wearing the same shirt. I don't know how I feel about having someone in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to UVU to pick up my application for Dental Hygiene. Here it is!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZ2tg6_qyzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/D_MEnvSqZ24/s1600-h/DSCN0083%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZ2tg6_qyzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/D_MEnvSqZ24/s320/DSCN0083%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304586717216033586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I talked to a guy there and he said that he'd be surprised if I don't get in!!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday there was a really cool Shade sale. Everything was $5! I woke up Mary and Lanae and Suzanne and we all went and got shirts. I definitely scored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZ2tg8dgemI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8in3pD4WOsA/s1600-h/DSCN0084%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZ2tg8dgemI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8in3pD4WOsA/s320/DSCN0084%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304586717609622114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night some guys in our ward invited us over to watch a movie.  Their names are Ben, Ben, Ben, and DJ.  We just call them the Bens. Original, eh?  Anyways, they wanted to watch HSM3 (High School Musical 3 for those of you who aren't hip enough to know the lingo).  Despite the cheesy stuff, it was really good. The music and dancing were so much fun! During the credits we all got up and had a short dance party until the people on the floor beneath us asked us to stop.  It was very fun!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZ20Y7t9L0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/BpdJ80VGp0o/s1600-h/HSM3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZ20Y7t9L0I/AAAAAAAAAKc/BpdJ80VGp0o/s320/HSM3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304594276552617794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post has been so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-6626547097375798327?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/6626547097375798327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=6626547097375798327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/6626547097375798327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/6626547097375798327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/02/dead-puppies-arent-much-fun.html' title='Dead Puppies aren&apos;t much fun.'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZ2wXZgS0yI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0IxPY4CMpNs/s72-c/Sphomore+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-5087425956789377024</id><published>2009-02-14T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:40:11.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventurous Day!</title><content type='html'>Today has been quite an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a shower this morning...in the dark. The light has been broken in the bathroom for a few weeks now and before today I just went into the other shower, but today I decided to try something new.  It was actually quite peaceful. I felt totally alone and I could just sit under the warm water for as long as I wanted. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the papers have been announcing a super sweet sale at the local high school.  Shade shirts--everything is $5!! I was way excited and convinced Suzanne to come with me (plus she has a car). So we get there and we were roaming around for awhile trying to find where this sale was.  We went down a long dark hallway and then went through a door. Turns out it was a wrong turn, but when we tried to go back through the door, it was locked. Perfect. The only way out was outside. It snowed SOOO much today so that wasn't the most fun thing to do, but we had to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went all the way around the school again to get back to the front doors and we start to search again. Then I heard Suz say "hey Becky, look!" It was a poster for the sale--President's Day February 16th. Haha. It was pretty funny. Good tims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-5087425956789377024?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/5087425956789377024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=5087425956789377024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/5087425956789377024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/5087425956789377024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/02/adventurous-day.html' title='Adventurous Day!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1899446956959360663</id><published>2009-02-09T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:26:04.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Randomness</title><content type='html'>Lanae's  brother had a Mexifest the other weekend. The night before, Suzanne and I were bored so we decided to have our own pre-Mexifext Mexifest. It was quite an occasion. We drew on mustaches, ate Mexican food and had a pinata!!!!! Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCpeSDFI5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/4-OsPqcimeg/s1600-h/Fall+08+275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCpeSDFI5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/4-OsPqcimeg/s320/Fall+08+275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300923099121001362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Suz eating Spanish rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCpeIRKTkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DoUD7NQTnLA/s1600-h/Fall+08+281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCpeIRKTkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DoUD7NQTnLA/s320/Fall+08+281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300923096495705666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Suz hitting our pinata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCqjgqIf0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/fK1iG3GEmEg/s1600-h/Fall+08+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCqjgqIf0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/fK1iG3GEmEg/s320/Fall+08+280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300924288453869378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't ask me what i'm doing here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCpdxajFuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NY08L7_shIM/s1600-h/Fall+08+278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCpdxajFuI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NY08L7_shIM/s320/Fall+08+278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300923090361063138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  Our mustaches!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCrAUkvfAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NHIdSmdTujU/s1600-h/Fall+08+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCrAUkvfAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NHIdSmdTujU/s320/Fall+08+277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300924783426239490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is a picture from the actual party. Zoom up. It's fantastic.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCtOgFYmEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IiCYivFaG4A/s1600-h/roommate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCtOgFYmEI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IiCYivFaG4A/s320/roommate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300927226057365570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, President Monson came a few weeks ago.  It was really cool! Then 2 days later, Elder Holland came. Pretty cool, wouldn't you say?? Here are some pictures we took while we were waiting.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCrgmdquEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zOGjItMWoQk/s1600-h/Fall+08+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCrgmdquEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zOGjItMWoQk/s320/Fall+08+264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300925337984219202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCrg9LQx_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/CjIm7FSsyIo/s1600-h/Fall+08+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCrg9LQx_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/CjIm7FSsyIo/s320/Fall+08+265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300925344081037298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCrhDbj1sI/AAAAAAAAAJc/u4mZE3uICUk/s1600-h/Fall+08+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCrhDbj1sI/AAAAAAAAAJc/u4mZE3uICUk/s320/Fall+08+266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300925345760007874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can probably tell, we were very excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1899446956959360663?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1899446956959360663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1899446956959360663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1899446956959360663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1899446956959360663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-randomness.html' title='More Randomness'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SZCpeSDFI5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/4-OsPqcimeg/s72-c/Fall+08+275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-7071285725693164898</id><published>2009-02-02T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:32:34.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots going on lately!</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a very random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a date with a guy in my ward named Sam Tillman. We saw Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband.  It was the funnest concert I have been to.  They all played like 5 different instruments (mostly strings:banjo, guitar, bass...) and they were awesome!!! Their music is so good too! The lead singer was AMAZING! He could fiddle like nobody's business while singing perfectly.  He was playing so hard that the strings on his bow were breaking right and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfOIIvvA_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/3ZhW7Zls5Qg/s1600-h/100007shupe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfOIIvvA_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/3ZhW7Zls5Qg/s400/100007shupe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298430125806650354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer FHE mom, but we have had some awesome activities lately.  A couple of weeks ago we played racketball. Here are some pics (don't those BYU t-shirts look fantastic on all of us?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfQT6zQNBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xs0XhJO9P_M/s1600-h/Fall+08+268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfQT6zQNBI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xs0XhJO9P_M/s320/Fall+08+268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298432527244997650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfSI2QK1tI/AAAAAAAAAHs/tihC1HJ9fpk/s1600-h/Fall+08+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfSI2QK1tI/AAAAAAAAAHs/tihC1HJ9fpk/s320/Fall+08+273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298434536068798162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfRTsiFB9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/vRnz0p5m8ks/s1600-h/Fall+08+274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfRTsiFB9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/vRnz0p5m8ks/s320/Fall+08+274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298433622926493650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfQoxa5ceI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_XSZXn2uwgs/s1600-h/Fall+08+270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfQoxa5ceI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_XSZXn2uwgs/s320/Fall+08+270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298432885504176610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfQomwO69I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_hhfHFVPL6o/s1600-h/Fall+08+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfQomwO69I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_hhfHFVPL6o/s320/Fall+08+269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298432882640874450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we talked the guys into doing some yoga with us. It was quite the sight! They actually got really into in and dressed up too.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfSI3RniyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QbYmiDiohow/s1600-h/Fall+08+288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfSI3RniyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QbYmiDiohow/s320/Fall+08+288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298434536343309090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfSJmLHIWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WolvvRBMmjM/s1600-h/Fall+08+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfSJmLHIWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WolvvRBMmjM/s320/Fall+08+287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298434548932485474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfSJU5CoQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/o1FxegbNVGw/s1600-h/Fall+08+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfSJU5CoQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/o1FxegbNVGw/s320/Fall+08+285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298434544293290242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfSJBvivaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RfWfXbdKOLY/s1600-h/Fall+08+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfSJBvivaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/RfWfXbdKOLY/s320/Fall+08+282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298434539153178018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an eventful day last Tuesday. I had to copy some music for my piano class so I went to the library to do this. There was one problem.  The pages to the book that my music was in was about 9" by 14". Who does that? Why dont they just make it the normal size? Anyways, that wasn't the only problem. The library got all new copiers lately so you can just scan your ID card and copy.  You know what? They rejected my card! So I went online to make sure I had money on my card.  I sure did. I decided that it was just the one copier that didn't like me, so I went to one on the next level. I was wrong. That one hated me to. I got a librarian, but because of the size of my book, she couldn't figure out how to do it. Great. I was there with her for an hour. Her name is Rebecca too, but not spelled as cool as my name. Anyway...I needed that music copied that day and I was getting frustrated and I went to like 3 different places, but none of them would work. I went to see Lanae at work and told her and she told me where to go. FINALLY! I got it to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next problem was that I was planning on practicing the piano for my class for a few hours, but because of the copy problem I didn't have that much time. I went to the HFAC anyway and started to practice. About 20 minutes into my practicing, all the practice rooms in the basement of the HFAC went out!! It was dead quiet for about 5 seconds and then people started talking and trying to find their way out of the rooms. Seriously, I could not see and inch in front of my face! My metronome was beeping annoyingly and I couldn't find it. The funny thing was that some crazy people were still playing these amazing songs in the pitch black. How did they even find the right note to start on? Well the lights came on a little later and I got some more practicing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziness of the day does not end there. It was about 5:30 when I got on the bus.  I remember trying to call my mom on the way there, but when I got home I couldn't find my phone for the life of me. I was getting really worried. My phone is my lifeline. I don't know how people lived without cell phones. It keeps me connected with work, family, friends, everyting! I was going crazy trying to call it with my friend's phone, but no such luck.  Defeated, I sat down on the couch and slept my worries away...until I woke up. I woke up suddenly and realized that I had to go to a work meeting in about 5 minutes. I ran over to my friends house who was driving me there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and I was still way bummed about my phone. I had resigned to the fact that I left it on the bus. Fat chance I was getting it back. The man who wanted to be my companion probably took it since I wouldn't let him have me. Well it turns out that as I got in bed that night, it was there at my feet. I felt stupid to say the least.  I was really relieved, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is really long. I think I will finish my stories in a new one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-7071285725693164898?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/7071285725693164898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=7071285725693164898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7071285725693164898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7071285725693164898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/02/lots-going-on-lately.html' title='Lots going on lately!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SYfOIIvvA_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/3ZhW7Zls5Qg/s72-c/100007shupe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-5017491369655866953</id><published>2009-01-21T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:16:35.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the...companion??!?</title><content type='html'>You meet a lot of crazy people riding the bus.  But yesterday I met a truly insane man. I do not lie. He admitted it to me.  He also asked me to be his "life companion." Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was on the bus, listening to my Ipod and staring into space, when an old man gets on and sits directly in front of me. The seats were facing each other so we were basically staring at each other. Or, he was staring at me and I was awkwardly trying not to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started to talk to me, but I couldn't here him because of the music in my ears, so I took out my Ipod.  He just sat there rambling on and on and I couldn't hear him half of the time because the bus was loud.  He said things like "I'm so in shape for being 60 years old...i've lost 40 pounds (he had as good a physique as Santa)...you are all so righteous here...i've been locked away in the insane asylum and in the hospital for a few years...i'm righteous now so i'm trying to find a companion." Interesting fella, wouldn't you say? Then he proceeded to tell me that I would find a companion for life who looked just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I started to be really creeped out by this man.  Then he asked me if I would like to be his life companion. I told him NO and then he said he'd wait for me to "be ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now had my first proposal...i'm flattered. Kinda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-5017491369655866953?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/5017491369655866953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=5017491369655866953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/5017491369655866953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/5017491369655866953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-comes-thecompanion.html' title='Here comes the...companion??!?'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-8898691945192800031</id><published>2008-11-29T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:02:21.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm Mmm PIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/STHz7gXvTxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/COWGvzGHzKE/s1600-h/image.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/STHz7gXvTxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/COWGvzGHzKE/s400/image.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274264842254896914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I woke up and ate pie for breakfast.  I love Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-8898691945192800031?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/8898691945192800031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=8898691945192800031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/8898691945192800031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/8898691945192800031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/11/mmm-mmm-pie.html' title='Mmm Mmm PIE!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/STHz7gXvTxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/COWGvzGHzKE/s72-c/image.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-6423291622904584624</id><published>2008-11-23T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:03:47.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I'm still here. No worries.  My life has been kind of crazy lately. I've had a lot going on. With Thanksgiving coming up, all my teachers seem to think they should give alot of homework and lots of tests. Oh goodie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Thanksgiving...I'm SO SO SO excited to come home! I've missed Mesa alot.  It's going to be WARM! I don't think I can express my deep love for warm weather. It hasn't snowed substantially yet, but its been so cold. Too cold for me.   I am really excited to meet my sister-in-laws parents. They are from Guatemala and they don't speak English. Here is my chance to use my Spanish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...other news of note....uh....i'm kind of dating someone.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-6423291622904584624?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/6423291622904584624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=6423291622904584624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/6423291622904584624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/6423291622904584624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1965630872973099306</id><published>2008-11-13T11:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:43:34.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm it!</title><content type='html'>Heather tagged me, so I thought this would be fun. What you are supposed to do is go to your fourth picture file and then your fourth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt; and give a little narrative about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SRyBstzAkCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MIuJeoxk0Cs/s1600-h/Freshman+year+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SRyBstzAkCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MIuJeoxk0Cs/s400/Freshman+year+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268228269324406818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here you are. I have to admit, this is one of the funniest pictures I own. This is me and my friend Suzanne Tutt last year. I had just got home from a bad date and we were the only ones home. So of course we decided to dress like freaks.  We dressed like this and then had our friend Limher come over and video tape us doing a dance to Shania Twain's "UP!" Pretty fantastic, wouldn't you say??     Here's the full body shot to this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SRyDMmwaVvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IcAuEuTd7yI/s1600-h/n731591775_797577_3829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SRyDMmwaVvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IcAuEuTd7yI/s400/n731591775_797577_3829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268229916701906674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm loving the teal spandex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1965630872973099306?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1965630872973099306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1965630872973099306&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1965630872973099306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1965630872973099306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SRyBstzAkCI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MIuJeoxk0Cs/s72-c/Freshman+year+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-2110722798034151846</id><published>2008-11-12T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:28:56.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days, Cancellations , and Proven Theories</title><content type='html'>Today it has been "raining" all day so far. I put "raining" in quotes because it isn't any normal rain. It's mist. It feels like there is a permanent mister above me head at all time. Annoying. I like the AZ rain because its warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I went to my 9:00 class and it was canceled. BEAUTIFUL! I went to a computer lab and got some much-needed study time. How fortunate. This has been at least the 5th time my teacher has canceled class and i'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I had to take a small test for my Microbiology class (aka class of death). I was not excited (who would be anyway?) because on my last test I studied the hardest I ever had and got the worst grade I've ever received in that class.  I was so angry and I still was as I sat down to study for the test today.  Suddenly, I had a thought: what if I just don't study? I don't think I could do any worse than I usually do.  It's a risky theory, but I decided to roll with it.  I didn't know the material at all, but I walked into the testing center and took the test from them without having studied.  The 25 question test took me 9 minutes.  I walked down the stairs to where the grades show up and guess what? I got an 88%!!!! The best i've ever done!! My theory totally works! I wonder if it would work for all of my class?? Hm....I don't think i'm brave enough to test that one out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-2110722798034151846?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/2110722798034151846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=2110722798034151846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/2110722798034151846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/2110722798034151846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/11/rainy-days-cancellations-and-proven.html' title='Rainy days, Cancellations , and Proven Theories'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-4391840294366407176</id><published>2008-11-08T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:59:46.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late nights....</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love them sometimes? I love it when my roommates and I just sit up for hours talking to each other about everything going on in life. Last night was one such night. Suz and I went to Springville with some friends from our ward and made pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. YUM! Then we all played hide and go seek in the dark for like an hour and a half. Then we watched Superman. It's a great show.  It  was way fun just getting away from Provo for awhile and spending time with some really cool people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home around 2:30, my roommates Lanae and Kristi were still awake (they both had dates last night) so we were all talking about that exciting-ness. I got asked on a date too! That was exciting! I'm going to a hockey game-I don't really know much about it but it should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go Dad...I'm finally going to my first BYU football game!!! I'm leaving pretty soon here and I'm stoked! The only thing i'm wary about is the cold. It's only like 40 degrees outside. Oh well, I'm a true blue so I'll pull through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post is really random. I'm just writing as things come to mind. Stream of conciousness? AP english taught me something. And I thought it was a waste. What was I thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-4391840294366407176?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/4391840294366407176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=4391840294366407176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4391840294366407176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4391840294366407176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/11/late-nights.html' title='Late nights....'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-4445502689295893380</id><published>2008-10-23T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:01:59.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkinpalooza!</title><content type='html'>For FHE on Monday, we had a pumkin carving contest- boys versus girls. We carved Mike Wisowski (from Monsters Inc.) and the guys, well....they carved something. Afterwards we went to random apartments and had them vote. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SQFxDQjblBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mLE8SStYKsQ/s400/n530203976_1075699_2094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260610140542571538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-4445502689295893380?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/4445502689295893380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=4445502689295893380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4445502689295893380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4445502689295893380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-fhe-on-monday-we-had-pumkin-carving.html' title='Pumpkinpalooza!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SQFxjN7at9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/vVHl6fm9Yl8/s72-c/n530203976_1075680_1484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1191948898422416874</id><published>2008-10-23T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:45:23.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man the guns</title><content type='html'>Today I came home and, like always, I asked anyone if they got the mail already.  Mail time is such an exciting thing in my life.  Going to the mailbox can make my whole day, especially if I get something!  Today I came home and Suzanne told me that we got a postcard. This is what it looked like:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SQFrPnqY_DI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QzeCOTE8-JQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SQFrPnqY_DI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QzeCOTE8-JQ/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260603755834440754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interesting, eh? It had a Frank Sinatra stamp, which is kinda cool.  Well it gets better.  The postcard was from a companion of one of my friends from high school.  Elder Payne.  The weird thing was that it was addressed to "Becky Tutt."  Who in the world is that? I mean, I'm Becky Barney and I have a roommate named Suzanne Tutt, but there is definitely no Becky Tutt.  Just for kicks, I'm going to post the contents of my/Suzanne's postcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Becky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? My name is Elder Payne. I am Elder Fine's companion here is New Orleans AKA the Jungle. I though it would be fun to write you. So how do you like going to BYU? When I get home I want to go to UVU then transfer to BYU. Well I really enjoy sports and being with really awesome people. Elder Fine tells me your really cool. [**Sounds like this guy really enjoys the word "really"] Well it would be awesome to hear from you sometime. Well take care and have a sweet day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool.  Other than the randomness of the postcard, he seems like a nice guy.  I really think the letter is meant for me.  I mean,  who else would he be referring to when he said Adam thinks i'm cool? Suz, if you're reading this, I'm just kidding.  But kinda not. And I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, a guy in my ward almost ate my goldfish. I put up a fight for them, but I think it would've been cool if he had actually done it. Too bad he chickened out.  And he's supposed to be my soul mate too! Now I just think he's too wimpy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To explain, our high couselman for our ward gave a talk in church on Sunday. He talked about dating and marriage the WHOLE time. He was hilarious.  He told the whole ward that he matches people up in the ward and usuallly they end up dating or getting married.  So that night he came by our apartment to give something to Suzanne and then we all wanted him to give us our top 10 list of guys in the ward.  He matched me up with Gordy Evans. And this is the boy who almost ate my fish.  Perfect match, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: join the navy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1191948898422416874?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1191948898422416874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1191948898422416874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1191948898422416874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1191948898422416874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-guns.html' title='Man the guns'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SQFrPnqY_DI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QzeCOTE8-JQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1000138092829101695</id><published>2008-10-22T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:18:53.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Married with ten children?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>That's me! The 1st counselor in my ward asked me if I would have another calling and be the FHE mom for our group.  So, suddenly, I am married! And I have 10 kids!!! How will I put all of them through school?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1000138092829101695?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1000138092829101695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1000138092829101695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1000138092829101695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1000138092829101695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/10/married-with-ten-children.html' title='Married with ten children?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-2519567582189398002</id><published>2008-10-22T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:17:32.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My address: UTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SP9sr6nn7XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/neQJQkcT-oQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SP9sr6nn7XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/neQJQkcT-oQ/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260042391517654386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you heard me right. I live on the Utah Transit Authority buses. I don't have a car, so I get to ride the buses EVERYWHERE! I work in Orem and Springville, so I spend at least 5 hours a week on a bus.  It's not the most thrilling thing i've ever done, but there are some interesting experiences I have had.  Take yesterday, for example.  I was sitting out in the cold at the Mt. Timpanogas Transit Center (Where I get off one bus and wait for the next one to take me to rest of the way to work)  and a lady just sits next to me and says "You don't look like the smoking type."  Well, I don't smoke, so I I guess thats a good thing that I don't look like a smoker.  She then proceeded to tell me that she smokes, but since she's sitting with me, she won't.  Thanks!  What a gem she is.  She then tells me that she caught herself judging a man, even though she didn't know him. So we had a conversation about how most people tend to judge without really knowing a person.  She told me she had already judged me.  I am, apparently, the "mild-mannered LDS girl." Cool.  I guess that's pretty much the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while of this, my bus came and she happened to be taking that one as well, so we sat together. I learned that she is divorced, has a kid (cutest boy EVER. She showed me a picture) and has brain damage.  She found out that I'm a teacher and wanted to take piano lessons from me.  I told her we only teach kids but if she had her son take them, then she would have to come anyways. So she wanted to come see the classroom where I taught and got off the bus at the same stop as me.  I'll admit I was a little worried at first to be alone there with her, but she was so nice and friendly and left after getting some information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'll most likely end up teaching her and her son next semester! How fun! Oh the people you meet on the wonderful UTA bus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-2519567582189398002?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/2519567582189398002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=2519567582189398002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/2519567582189398002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/2519567582189398002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-address-uta.html' title='My address: UTA'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SP9sr6nn7XI/AAAAAAAAAEk/neQJQkcT-oQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-670464204758133612</id><published>2008-10-18T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:13:03.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Pets + seasonal decorations</title><content type='html'>So today me and Mary and Suzanne went to Walmart and we bought two goldfish. We named them Donnie and Marie (as in Osmond). They cost 24 cents each! What a steal! And they have  a 90 day warranty. How sweet is that? Here are some fun pictures of us with the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- if me eyes look puffy, its because I had just finished a fight with and onion. The onion won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="postoptions"&gt;  &lt;div class="left-section"&gt; &lt;label for="toggleComments"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reader Comments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="commentsMode" checked="checked" value="ON" id="cYes" type="radio"&gt; &lt;label for="cYes"&gt;Allow&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="commentsMode" value="HIDE" id="cNo" type="radio"&gt; &lt;label for="cNo"&gt;Don't allow&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="right-section" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Post  &lt;label for="date-input"&gt; date &lt;/label&gt;  and  &lt;label for="time-input"&gt; time &lt;/label&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="postDate" value="10/18/08" id="date-input" dir="ltr" tabindex="7" size="10" type="text"&gt; &lt;input name="postTime" value="6:12 PM" id="time-input" dir="ltr" tabindex="8" size="10" type="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="postDateTimeMsgDiv"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPqMdypCm0I/AAAAAAAAADM/J4erdAwWvlo/s1600-h/Fall+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPqMdypCm0I/AAAAAAAAADM/J4erdAwWvlo/s200/Fall+08+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258669958346480450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                So my fishy face isn't all that great, but I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPyU9ZXKdCI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtPnqKj7EKI/s1600-h/Fall+08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPyU9ZXKdCI/AAAAAAAAADs/UtPnqKj7EKI/s320/Fall+08+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259242247362868258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Hey look! There they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPyU9y0hnBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7w4k3foMLZw/s1600-h/Fall+08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPyU9y0hnBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7w4k3foMLZw/s320/Fall+08+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259242254196907026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                      Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPyU-MwFGZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/L1jHtX6leos/s1600-h/Fall+08+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPyU-MwFGZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/L1jHtX6leos/s320/Fall+08+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259242261157583250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                           Bonding with Donnie and Marie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks we have made other additions as well to make our apartment more festive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPzIO6YOOLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BfT4MwFyYrc/s1600-h/Fall+08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPzIO6YOOLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BfT4MwFyYrc/s320/Fall+08+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259298623376472242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spider's name is Aragog. It's Jill's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPzIOt07EPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cQP2RVjpgyo/s1600-h/Fall+08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPzIOt07EPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cQP2RVjpgyo/s320/Fall+08+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259298620007190770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so pretty??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPzIONfbfxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/J9pGl4yw9O0/s1600-h/Fall+08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPzIONfbfxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/J9pGl4yw9O0/s320/Fall+08+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259298611327106834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Suzanne and Lanae and I picked some red and various colored leaves from the beautiful fall trees outside and taped them to the wall. They were very pretty, but the next day they were dead.....so we took them down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-670464204758133612?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/670464204758133612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=670464204758133612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/670464204758133612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/670464204758133612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-new-pets-seasonal-decorations.html' title='Our New Pets + seasonal decorations'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPqMdypCm0I/AAAAAAAAADM/J4erdAwWvlo/s72-c/Fall+08+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-2173122581625289635</id><published>2008-10-10T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:33:53.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Rebel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPAQiRjxrhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O8al5Edac1g/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPAQiRjxrhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O8al5Edac1g/s200/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255718946156424722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against snow. I hate it.  There has been snow on the Utah mountains for a week now and its supposed to snow hardcore tomorrow in the valley! UGG!! I HATE THE SNOW!! I guess playing in it can be fun, but when you have to walk in it everywhere you go, its not very fun. It seems that no matter how many layers I wear during the winter, I'm still cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the horrible weather that is coming my way, I've been doing good. On Sunday Lanae and I went to a Spanish baptism. We have to do thing like that for our Spanish class. It was really cool and I understood almost everything! Afterward, we went to the house of the people that were baptized and ate cake. There was this really funny Dominican man that loves to salsa dance and he was talking to me, but I didn't know how to respond. That's my problem. I can understand things, but I can't speak the language. It's kind of frustrating, but the experience was fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, it was really cold outside, so we all got in the hot tub. Then it got really hot so we decided to jump into the pool. To my surprise, the water was warmer than outside. So we all played football in the pool. It was so much fun! And I burned alot of calories, which is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in one of my classes that I teach, one of my students came up to me beforehand and said&lt;br /&gt;"Miss Becky, I made you something."&lt;br /&gt;It was a colorful paper with the words I LOVE PIANO CLASS written on it in bright, glittery stuff. It was the cutest thing ever! The girl who gave it to me is about 4 years old and is so sweet! It's those kinds of things that make my job worth going to everyday.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, that very same day in a different class, a little boy stood up from his keyboard and just started PUKING!!!! It was so sudden, I barely had time to react! He just kept throwing up and he didn't make it to the garbage can, unfortunately. I almost started gagging right there too and I could tell some of the other moms in the room were too. The boy and his grandma left and I got Peter, the boy who works in the office, to clean it up so I could continue with my class. Needless to say, it was a very eventful day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! One more thing that happened....there was a centipede in out apartment!! Suz almost stepped on it and it went inside my shoe! We were all terrified!!!!! Well....at least me and Suz were. Lanae really didn't care and Jill was the brave one that finally squished it. Haha we all had a good laugh after that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I have nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-2173122581625289635?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/2173122581625289635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=2173122581625289635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/2173122581625289635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/2173122581625289635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-rebel.html' title='Let&apos;s Rebel!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SPAQiRjxrhI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O8al5Edac1g/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-7393922256480695045</id><published>2008-09-17T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:53:05.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>It's been way too long...life has been crazy this past month. I have since started teaching group piano lessons at Art City Music Academy. It is the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but I love it. The kids are really cute and  its starting to get fun now that i've kind of found my rhythm in the classroom. I have learned lots and lots from this job. I have to talk to the kids' parents on an equal level, so I feel more comfortable with talking to people in general and older people especially. It was really hard for me at first because I'm only 18, but it has been really good for me. The only thing I don't like is my transportation. I ride the good ol' UTA buses!!! A trip one way to where I work is anywhere from 30 to 60 min. and I have to transfer buses at least once. NOt fun. BUT I'm a pro now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with starting a really demanding job, I started school at BYU again. My schedule consists of Old Testament, Mission Prep, Aerobics, Spanish, and Microbiology. Its a pretty lax schedule. I like it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and most of my roommates have been so good lately. Every night we do about 30 push ups and 120 sit ups.  My abs are pretty much rock-hard now!!! Also, we have a gym at Liberty (where i'm staying) so I go there 3 times a week. I love the feeling of being active.  It's been really good. Also, I have been eating really good. I don't buy any junk food (one exception: swiss cake rolls. Just one pack and I vow not to do that again) and I make sure I eat fruits and veggies. It's amazing what being active and eating healthy(er) can do to you! I feel great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weather here has been wonderful!!!! It's perfect all of the time....so far. I just go outside during the day and study in the grass and it is fantastic. I wish I could bottle it up so that when It starts snowing I can open my bottle of heaven and let it out! haha. Well that's pretty much my life these days.  Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...ps-- I got a calling. Guess what it is? WARD PIANIST for sacrament meeting....of course.  I wonder if I will ever have a calling that does not require me to play the piano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-7393922256480695045?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/7393922256480695045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=7393922256480695045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7393922256480695045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7393922256480695045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-3319148704265151411</id><published>2008-08-18T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:40:37.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Games, games, games!</title><content type='html'>Mary tagged me to do this game so here it goes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Each player answers the questions themselves. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment letting them know that they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Five&lt;br /&gt;Ten years ago…&lt;br /&gt;1. I was baptized&lt;br /&gt;2. I was in 4th grade&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was 8&lt;br /&gt;4. I lived in AZ&lt;br /&gt;5. I was alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things on today’s “to do” list&lt;br /&gt;1. Put all my clothes away&lt;br /&gt;2. Start packing&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch some training DVDs&lt;br /&gt;4. Transfer my music to my new computer&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five snacks I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;1. Dry roasted peanuts&lt;br /&gt;2. peanut butter toast with sugar&lt;br /&gt;3. Chips and dip&lt;br /&gt;4. Anything chocolate&lt;br /&gt;5. Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I would do if I was a millionaire…&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay for college&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy a car&lt;br /&gt;3. Pay for a mission&lt;br /&gt;4. Give some to my family&lt;br /&gt;5. Travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five places I have lived…&lt;br /&gt;1. Mesa, AZ&lt;br /&gt;2. Bakersfield, CA&lt;br /&gt;3. Bloomington, IL&lt;br /&gt;4. Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;5. Provo, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people I tag...&lt;br /&gt;1. Heater Richardson&lt;br /&gt;2. Caitlin Porter&lt;br /&gt;3. Kristin Saunders&lt;br /&gt;4. Kathy Hathcock&lt;br /&gt;5. Lany Lou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-3319148704265151411?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/3319148704265151411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=3319148704265151411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/3319148704265151411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/3319148704265151411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/08/games-games-games.html' title='Games, games, games!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-5658623577572455377</id><published>2008-08-11T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:02:32.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This past weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past Friday was my brother Mike's wedding to Brenda Recinos. They got married in the Mesa Temple on 08/08/08! There were 32 weddings that day--wow! It was probably because of the the date. If it was any other time in August in AZ, I don't think that many people would want to get married. It was SO hot taking pictures after Mike and Brenda came out of the temple. I told my parents that I'm definitly not getting married in the summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i'm the only sibling that couldn't go in the temple, I got to watch all the kids. O how wonderful. I felt like a mother that morning. I had to get all 4 of my neiced and nephews ready to go and then I had to get myself ready. So I packed everyone in the HUGE suburban and then got in. Only after I was buckled and turned the car on did Taylor yell from the back seat "You forgot to buckle Anna's seat!!" So then I had to get out and buckle her up. I wonder how my sister does it every day!So when we got to the temple, there were absolutely  no parking spots because of  all the weddings that day so it took me 20 minutes to find a spot to park in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the day went really good. We had lunch at a pizza place and then the reception was at my house. It was really fun to have all my family there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the reception, a bunch of kids my age were going to watch scary movies, so I went too. We watched Boogieman and White Noise. It wasn't a very good idea for me to go and watch them. I'm really jumpy and I get really scared, so everyone was making fun of me and trying to scare me even more. When I was ready to go home, I made someone walk me outside because I was terrified. It was almost 2 in the morning and I had to blast my music really loud so I wouldn't get too scared on the car ride home. haha. I'm such a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on Saturday morning my mom woke me up and said "Hey do you want to go to Ihop for breakfast?" I immediately jumped out of bed and got ready to go. We never go out for breakfast so it was a real treat. Well we realized just before we left that we only had my dad's tiny car and there were six of us who had to go- Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, me, Aunt Shirlene. Well my dad wanted to just stay home, but we all ganged up on him and told him we were going to squish. It was pretty uncomfortable because that backseat can only fit two small children comfortably and there were four adults back there, but it was fun nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, I came home and only my grandpa, cousin, and aunt were there. I was wondering where my family was, so I was going up the stairs to ask my aunt and grandpa. I usually take these stairs at a run and I did so this time as well. I only got halfway through my question before I totally biffed it on the wooden stairs. The edge of the stairs caught my shin on one leg and just below my knee on the other leg.  It hurt so bad that I had to sit on the floor for about five minutes holding my legs trying not to cry. I now have two HUGE bruises on legs that hurt really bad whenever something barely touches them. It's been a week and its still like that. I hate be so clutzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I had to give a talk in church :(   I have a huge fear of public speaking of any kind.   I frantically wrote the talk that Sunday morning.  Ironically enough, I had to talk on priorities. Haha. Apparently getting prepared for my talk wasn't high on my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Sunday was also the farewell of my good friend Steve. He did a really good job, but it was kind of sad. He is my last guy friend left and now he's going to leave me too. Oh well. Its good that he is going on his mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus ended my eventful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-5658623577572455377?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/5658623577572455377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=5658623577572455377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/5658623577572455377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/5658623577572455377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-past-weekend.html' title='This past weekend'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-4622033534092397535</id><published>2008-08-06T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:55:05.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsoons are the coolest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SJnXZcsig2I/AAAAAAAAACs/vnn-I-mSOOk/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231449274367247202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SJnXZcsig2I/AAAAAAAAACs/vnn-I-mSOOk/s320/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been really disappointed this summer by the lack of a really good monsoon. It has only rained hard twice and for one of those storms I was stuck in the airport for FIVE HOURS because of it. Needless to say I was quite perturbed. I was starting to wonder if I would ever see at least one really good monsoon before I go back to school. However, last night there was a pretty big storm and it rained so much! The lightning was pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it started to rain, I was at Mary's house with a bunch of other friends watching Holes. When we heard the rain coming down outside, we all went silent, just listening. But after a few seconds there was a mad dash to the door! We all ran outside and played in the rain for a good 20 minutes. We were dancing and taking crazy pictures. It was a really fun night and I'm glad that I got to experience another storm before I go back to Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-4622033534092397535?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/4622033534092397535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=4622033534092397535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4622033534092397535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4622033534092397535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/08/monsoons-are-coolest.html' title='Monsoons are the coolest'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SJnXZcsig2I/AAAAAAAAACs/vnn-I-mSOOk/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1927873882894673289</id><published>2008-08-04T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:27:42.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maui Burgers are Delicious</title><content type='html'>For FHE tonight we went to Island's Grill. It was delicious. They have the yummiest types of burgers you can find. AND the burgers are HUGE!!!!  I had a Maui burger with bacon and guacamole and cheese. It was SO GOOD. The downside is that I am stuffed right now. I kinda feel a little sick, but it was worth it.  I love food.  It's the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1927873882894673289?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1927873882894673289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1927873882894673289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1927873882894673289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1927873882894673289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/08/maui-burgers-are-delicious.html' title='Maui Burgers are Delicious'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1269285051062327019</id><published>2008-07-30T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:54:14.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So i'm pretty much a lawyer by now.</title><content type='html'>In the office where I work, there are two lawyers who are renting out space.  Whenever they have somone come in to write a will or something like that, I get to act as a witness. Basically I stand in the room for one minute while the lawyer asks quesitons to the people and then I leave. Not a big deal, but I think its pretty cool. Then after they leave I have to initial and sign like 30 pages of legal documents. I'm a pro by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but I also do lots and lots of scanning for the lawyers. By doing this, I get to handle years and years worth of legal documents. It's really cool to see how stuff is done and the type of paper work there is to do. I like it. *Plus the hours I spend scanning, I get double the money* Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at three in the morning today, I wake up to my dog barking SO much and SO loud. I got pretty scared because she only barks like that when strangers (to her) come over. So I was thinking "Oh no! There's a burglar in the house!" So I woke up my mom and we went downstairs together. My dog was in the kitchen, but then she ran outside really fast.  It was so loud outside because it sounded like all of the dogs in the neighborhood were barking. They were all going Psycho Crazy!! I don't know why they were all barking; it was weird. It was kinda Twilight Zone-ish. If only it was all in black and white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was the craziness of last night. My mom and I tried to ask my dog Toby why she was barking in the middle of the night, but no luck. Too bad dogs can't talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1269285051062327019?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1269285051062327019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1269285051062327019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1269285051062327019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1269285051062327019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-im-pretty-much-lawyer-by-now.html' title='So i&apos;m pretty much a lawyer by now.'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-6566313562638920538</id><published>2008-07-23T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:02:28.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont understand...</title><content type='html'>people with accents. Specifically, Asain ones. Last year I had a Chemistry class and my TA was Asian. I would go in for help, but I could not understand anything he said no matter how many times he repeated himself. Usually I would end up just asking someone else in the lab for help. It was very frustrating because I wasn't that good at Chemistry in the first place. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today brought back memories of those good ol' days. I came into work and my internet wasn't working. I tried a few things, but nothing worked and nobody was in the office to help me. Well our business has a tech guy that can help but he works in the Salt Lake office. Goodie. So today I had to call him and guess what? He is Asian and he has a heavy Asian accent! So I had to sit there while he tried to tell me what to do to fix my internet. He kept saying all these words that mean nothing to me and I was SO confused. He got pretty frustrated because I didn't understand anything he was talking about and he even said he needed someone smarter on my end that knew about computers to talk to him. Too bad I was the only one here. After about 30 minutes on the phone with him, we got it fixed. I thought it never would end, but FINALLY it did. I'm glad he put up with me. And I'm glad its over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-6566313562638920538?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/6566313562638920538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=6566313562638920538&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/6566313562638920538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/6566313562638920538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-understand.html' title='I dont understand...'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-9073463221169348932</id><published>2008-07-22T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:01:37.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These boots were made for walking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SIYR9-YEosI/AAAAAAAAACU/zT0P_CbMzXo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SIYR9-YEosI/AAAAAAAAACU/zT0P_CbMzXo/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225884174023697090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the thrift store. Its basically the best. On Saturday I splurged at Goodwill. For me, splurging is anything over $5. Well, I bought these AMAZING boots along with some really nice slacks and a nice shirt for under $15! What a deal! Again...I love the thrift store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-9073463221169348932?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/9073463221169348932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=9073463221169348932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/9073463221169348932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/9073463221169348932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-boots-were-made-for-walking.html' title='These boots were made for walking...'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SIYR9-YEosI/AAAAAAAAACU/zT0P_CbMzXo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-5147081003407438799</id><published>2008-07-18T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:34:05.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UTAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Last Thursday I flew to Utah for my music teacher training. I had some pretty...interesting adventures. My flight was supposed to take off at 8:10pm form Phoenix, BUT there had to be a huge thunder storm at the last minute and we didn't take off until 12:30!! It was the most boring 5 hours of my life. I had no book to read, no ipod, nothing to distract me. I just sat there staring at the wall. About 11:00, however, a boy started talking to me. He was really nice and super attractive. Too bad he was 16. But we talked for the rest of the time in the airport and on the plane. It was nice to have someone to talk to at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my plane landed at &lt;strong&gt;3am &lt;/strong&gt;I got to drive with my future boss (who I had never met before) for another hour to Provo. yay! I was SO happy that the first impression she got of me was me being super tired and way out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways around 4 a sleepwalking Sam let me into her apartment where I crashed until 8:30. Then I had to get ready, get on the bus and train for 9 hours!! Ouch. It was a long day. THat night wasn't anything that special. We just got some dinner and watched Nacho Libre...or everyone watched it and I slept on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day i had 8 more hours of wonderful training (did I mention that usually people trian for 6 weeks for this job? I only got two days!!). Aftertraining, I was supposed to meet up with my friend Natalie who works for the same place I do. She said she would be home around 8:30 and Sam had to go somewhere at 7:00, so Sam gave me a key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I waited, I decided to go for a walk around campus. As I was walking away from the apartment I remembered that I forgot the key in the apartment. I am so smart. I figured it wasn't that long until Natalie came, so I just kept walking....and walking....and walking....like the pioneers. I did this because Natalie never called and wouldn't answer. So I walked up and down the big stairs at BYU TWICE and then I just roamed around downtown Provo. It was actually pretty fun for the first hour. I got to see where I'm going to live in the Fall and other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 9:00 I realized that it was getting dark. Scary. So I started to walk back to Heritage (Sam lives here). It was a long walk back. I got there around 9:30 and waited....and waited....and waited. Did I mention I called everyone in Provo that I know (even someone i've only met like 3 times) about two times. I called Sam like 5 times, but no answer. NO ONE answered and I was all by myself in the dark. Sitting on a dark hill. Good tims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Natalie called and we played some sweet Mario Kart on the Wii and ate delicious brownies and then I went back to Sams. Thankfully she was there to let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already almost midnight by this time so I thought that we would just go to bed, but then Sam got hyper and we decided to go visit some of her friends. We had a mini devotional outside of the apartments that was really neat. We just decided to read a conference talk and then discuss it. I loved it. I love Utah. I love BYU. I love how we could just sit there and discuss our beliefs out in the open and nobody thought we were weird or stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after this, We went home and Sam and I decided to sleep on the roof. There are no RA's or Hall Advisors in that building, so why not?Icalled Jason to see if it was a bad thing to do. He gave us the OK, so we figured we were pretty safe. By the way, Jason was the super-strict-no-slack-nazi-RA at Wyview last year. Anyways, we took both of our matresses up to the roof with our blankets and pillows (which was quite a feat) and slept on the roof under the stars. It was amazing. The weather was perfect for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the next day was my going home day....sad. I wanted to go to church with Sam, but I had to catch my plane instead. And guess what? I got to do a mini cramming training session on the way back to Phoenix with my boss. Man, I was totally too full of information by that time that I dont think I retained anything, but oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So end my adventures in Provo..........for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-5147081003407438799?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/5147081003407438799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=5147081003407438799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/5147081003407438799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/5147081003407438799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/07/utah.html' title='UTAH!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-390808302297215006</id><published>2008-07-14T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:35:02.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummm</title><content type='html'>A few minutes ago, I was sitting at work and my friend Katie Standage came in with a girl and game me a free HUGE double fudge brownie sundae. They both work in th Marble Slab Creamery for my boss. Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-390808302297215006?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/390808302297215006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=390808302297215006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/390808302297215006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/390808302297215006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/07/yummm.html' title='Yummm'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-7601813834336173132</id><published>2008-07-07T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:27:22.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick?</title><content type='html'>This weekend for the Fourth of July I went to Taylor, AZ with Mary and Suzie and the Tutts. We drove up there on Friday afternoon. It was fun to just hang out and enjoy the nice weather. It rained some while we were there, so it was nice and cool. That night we went to Suzanne's 13-year-old cousin's birthday party. We ate dinner and cake at a park. It was pretty sweet. What was even more sweet was that there was a two-seater dinosaur rocker thing there. He was pretty cool. Suzie lovingly named him Chaunce. It suits him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the birthday party, there were no celebrations on the 4th. Weird. I don't know why the town of Taylor decided to celebrate it on the 5th, but they did. And boy do they know how to celebrate. They shoot off anvils. Yep, those big honkin' heavy metal things that look like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SHJYg6L90tI/AAAAAAAAACE/Mc3KjpmFn7g/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SHJYg6L90tI/AAAAAAAAACE/Mc3KjpmFn7g/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220332240474329810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole ordeal started around 4 am. It was so loud.  There was a band playing and people honking their horns and there was a fire truck thrown in the mix  as well.  It was actually kinda fun to be woken up that early and thinking "Hey, there are the anvils." We could have gone and watched them, but we were too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that morning I experienced something I never had before: fainting. I was in a lot of pain that morning when I woke up due to womanly issues, and so I went to the kitchen and asked Sis Tutt if she had any advil. Nope. The pain got worse and worse and I was about to cry. Sis Tutt then proceeded to the kitchen table where everyone was seated for breakfast and asked if anyone had any medicine. I was gripping the edge of the table at this point because I couldn't really stand. Then I blinked and half of my vision was gone. I blinked again and everything was black. Then I opened my eyes and I was on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, it was the most surreal thing I have ever experienced. I don't remember how I got on the floor, though everyone told me I hit my head on the counter and the tile floor as I went down. When I woke up, it felt like I was just waking up from sleeping. I expected to be in my bed, but instead I woke up with seven worried faces looking at me. I was really confused until the pain came back in full force. It was then that I wished I was still unconscious. So Bro and Sis Tutt helped me lay down on an air mattress and retrieved some pills from Suzie's uncle and aunt. Then everyone went to a patriotic program and I was left to sleep. Overall, it was not a fun experience, but I was able to joke about it later that day when I was feeling fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for home later that afternoon after lunch. It was a pretty fun trip. Too bad I missed all the patriotic stuff and celebrations. It's kinda ironic seeing that I went to celebrate the 4th of July. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more funny thing. At least I think its funny. So right before we headed back home, we stopped and Suzanne's aunt and uncle's house (the ones with the pills). We waited in the car, but everyone came out to say Bye. Suzie's cousin Preston came out with them (not the one with the birthday but his brother) and he stuck his head in the car, looked at me, and said, "Sick?" That was it. I was a little bit confused, but I responded with a "No, I'm alright now, thanks." Then he left. It was a little strange. I mean, he is an RM. Me must know how to talk to people seeing as thats all he did for 2 years straight. I found it pretty funny. He truly is a man of few words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...thats my eventful trip to Taylor, AZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-7601813834336173132?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/7601813834336173132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=7601813834336173132&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7601813834336173132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7601813834336173132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/07/ouch.html' title='Sick?'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SHJYg6L90tI/AAAAAAAAACE/Mc3KjpmFn7g/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-7664080565015563820</id><published>2008-07-03T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T15:13:10.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I. GOT. THE. JOB!  I officially get to teach music classes starting the fall!! I am SOO excited right now! I can't contain it! I'm shaking a little bit and I want to scream! But I can't...i'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part? She is flying my up to Utah in a week to train! EXCITEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is probably a really annoying post with all the CAPS and !!! but I dont care! I'm am psyched!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-7664080565015563820?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/7664080565015563820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=7664080565015563820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7664080565015563820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/7664080565015563820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_03.html' title='!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-8528495944909463006</id><published>2008-07-02T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:07:11.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I picked a good career.</title><content type='html'>In my spare time I like to plan. I budget my money. Plan my school schedule. Plan my future. I like that sort of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I was looking at how much money i'm going to make when I start my career as a dental hygienist, and I was very pleasantly surprised. The average wage was $71, 453. And I only need an Associates degree! Sweet! On the "Fast Growing Occupations in AZ" website, it said that this is the second highest paying career. It's second only to Pharmacists, who make about $88,000 a year. My brother, Mike, is going to be a pharmacist. I guess good career-pickin' runs in the fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that make this career fantastic?&lt;br /&gt;     *Flexible hours&lt;br /&gt;     *Only have to work 1 day a month to keep license&lt;br /&gt;     *Get to wear scrubs (I'm way excited about this)&lt;br /&gt;     *I get to give people something to smile about&lt;br /&gt;     *Did I mention the great pay? Starting hygienists get an average of $50-$120 an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to start. Now all I gotta do is get into the program at UVU, finish up school, and take the tests.   Whoop-dee-doo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-8528495944909463006?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/8528495944909463006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=8528495944909463006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/8528495944909463006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/8528495944909463006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-picked-good-career.html' title='I picked a good career.'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1853047698841992148</id><published>2008-07-02T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:46:43.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 inches?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today my boss called me into one of the back offices to help him with something. So I went back there and what do I find? My boss got a new monitor for one of the girls that works here! Not just any monitor, though. It was at least 40"!! That's big. I was in that office yesterday and the monitor was sitting there next to the TWO nice 24 inchers already in place. I thought it was a TV waiting to be installed. Nope. Its a computer screen. Yeah it's nice and everything and I'm sure Jen really likes it....but....why? She already had two screens! Wasn't that enough? She even told me it really wasn't necessary. I don't understand my bosses sometimes. Here are some visuals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SGvMIrBHccI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KJwbHt1E9os/s1600-h/normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SGvMIrBHccI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KJwbHt1E9os/s200/normal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218489042597278146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A normal monitor.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SGvKQedfQSI/AAAAAAAAABs/c-KOa7WbZkw/s1600-h/dual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SGvKQedfQSI/AAAAAAAAABs/c-KOa7WbZkw/s200/dual.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218486977642316066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What my co-worker had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SGvKbElXZiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/o_jV1pUBmWw/s1600-h/big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SGvKbElXZiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/o_jV1pUBmWw/s320/big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218487159674594850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What she has now.&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/6503417455260036387-1853047698841992148?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1853047698841992148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1853047698841992148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1853047698841992148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1853047698841992148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/07/40-inches.html' title='40 inches?!?!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SGvMIrBHccI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KJwbHt1E9os/s72-c/normal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-688285615558319364</id><published>2008-07-01T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:06:03.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>...I don't do much. I'm usually bored all day at work. I'm basically here to answer phones and do random things if my bosses need me, which isn't that often, and never takes very long. Don't get me wrong, I like having a job where they pay me to sit there and look pretty for the people who walk in the door and answer an occasional phone, but it gets really boring. I don't like to be bored. I don't like to not do much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-688285615558319364?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/688285615558319364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=688285615558319364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/688285615558319364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/688285615558319364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-310861916084355216</id><published>2008-06-23T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:12:07.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Plans Spoiled</title><content type='html'>Mary Vance, Breena Hadlock, and I decided that we would go hiking this past Saturday. We decided to go at 6 am. Wowzah! That's early, and I am no early morning person, so it was a big deal that I was going to wake myself up to go hiking. Don't get me wrong, I love hiking and I was way excited to go, but I wish that AZ wasn't so darn hot. That was we could go hiking later and not die of heat stroke.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wake up Saturday morning at 6 am to a text message from Breena saying "I'm here!!" Whoops. I slept in, of course. So I jumped out of bed and hurriedly got ready. By the time I was done, Mary was there too. So it was time to be off! Well I pretty much knew where we were going, but once we got out there, I couldn't seem to find the trails. (we were going to Superstition) So we stopped at a gas station to ask directions.&lt;br /&gt;Well the people at the gas station were set on being as little help as they could. When we asked them where the trails were, they told us it was "too dangerous and hot this time of year" and that we could "get lost" and "die of dehydration." K, maybe I made that last one up. But, c'mon! The trails at Superstition are really big, and always have TONS of people on them. It is impossible to get lost on those trails. Also, it was 6:30 in the morning, so it wasn't too terribly hot and we were planning on being out of there by like 9 anyways. Plus, we had like 5 bottles of water, so we were pretty much set.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just needed to get that off my chest. I was pretty peeved that those people wouldn't tell us where to go. I was even more peeved that they treated us like 3 year olds that couldn't take care of themselves. Rant over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-310861916084355216?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/310861916084355216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=310861916084355216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/310861916084355216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/310861916084355216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/06/perfect-plans-spoiled.html' title='Perfect Plans Spoiled'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-8068858327110315535</id><published>2008-06-20T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:05:17.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplative...</title><content type='html'>Last night I was talking to my friend about growing up and change and it really got me thinking about how I've grown and changed this past year. I feel like I am a different person than I was last summer after High School, or at least a better version of the person I was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYU changed me. Usually I don't like change, but I wouldn't trade the experiences or people or realizations about myself that changed me for anything in the world. These are just some of the things I learned and the ways I feel i've changed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I developed a greater realization of who I am in relation to the Plan of Salvation and my testimony was strengthened on countless occasions. I can't even begin to explain everything wonderful and spiritual that occured. First of all, there is a different feel on campus. It's peaceful, beautiful, the spirit is there. You never encounter people swearing or smoking or dressed immodestly, it's great. Along with the general feel of BYU, there are always devotionals and firesides given by general authorities and other inspiring people to feed your spiritual side. It was in many of those firesides and devotionals that I would recieve answer to prayer or just realize something new about myself. Also, I was on my own. I didn't have my parents to be there for me whenever I was sad or having a trouble with something. This led me to turn more to my Heavenly Father for love and support, which he gave me. My faith grew by leaps and bounds every passing day as I began to REALLY realize my purpose here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I learned not to run on the snow or ice, even if I was late. If you do this, you WILL fall. I learned this first-hand and from watching Suzie do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I learned that I am actually a clean freak. By the state of my room even now, nobody would have guessed it. Vicky helped me find this out. Vicky was my roommate this past year. She is very fun and smart and nice, but she is oh-so-messy. She left everything everywhere. After school, her books, purse, backpack, random papers, and everything else would be spread over the WHOLE couch. Annoying. And in the kitchen, you ask? She never washed her dishes. Maybe once every three weeks, but that was it. And after she cooked something she would never clean up anything. It was disgusting. I found myself scrubbing the counters every single day and sweeping and mopping almost as much. It never bugs me when i'm at home and its messy, but at my apartment it does. I don't understand it. About once a week i would get this incredible urge to clean everything. I couldn't help myself. I shared a room with Lanae, and when my stuff was everywhere, I could stand it! It didn't really matter if her side of the room was messy, but if everything of mine wasn't organized, it really bugged me. It got worse and worse as the year went on. I would even start to clean my neigbors kitchen! So this is how I became a clean freak. Now that i'm home, the clean freakiness is pretty much gone. I'm sure if my mom read this post she wouldn't beleive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I learned how to survive on next to no money. Tuition, books, school supplies, food, rent, utilities, movies at the dollar theatre. I paid for it all for one year. Of course, my parents paid the rent for one month and the food for another month and I am eternally grateful for their help. But for everything else, it was all up to me. I was scared that I wasn't going to be able to make it, but I did. And I learned TONS in the process. I learned how to budget money. Every month I would go over how much money I had and how much would go to certain things. I really enjoyed doing this. I loved seeing the evidence of my hard work in the Cougareat in the form of a deposit in my back account. I also loved giving that money back to BYU for my rent. Something about being able to work for my own living made me happy.  I have never appreciated a job so much in my life. Without it, I would have been even more broke than I was.  I also learned that, if I was short on grocery money that month, I could live off of Hawaiian haystacks alone for over a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I learned that plans don't always work out. For over two years now, i've had a plan. I was going to go to BYU for one year to get my prereqs out of the way, then transfer to UVU for their 2-year Dental Hygiene program. I would gradutate by the time I was 20, get a job as a dental hygienist, save up some money, and then go on a mission when I was 21. Boy was I wrong.  No, UVU didn't like that idea and told me the soonest I could apply was 2009. Well, that gave me an extra year, which I did not want at the time. However, it has really been a blessing. It gives me another year at BYU, which I love. AND it gives me enough time to get the 60 credits I need to establish residency in Utah. That way when I go to UVU, I will be paying A LOT less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have noticed that I hav become more open to meeting new people from various backgrounds and I am more open to new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, but I am rather tired, so I don't thing I will. Good Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-8068858327110315535?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/8068858327110315535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=8068858327110315535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/8068858327110315535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/8068858327110315535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/06/contemplative.html' title='Contemplative...'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-145146074227138625</id><published>2008-06-20T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:47:31.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitare</title><content type='html'>Can someone go crazy from playing solitare too much? So I play solitare a lot while i'm at work. I usually play for at least 2-3 hours a day. It's kind of mind-numbing and I've just been wondering lately: can i get dumber if I keep this up? &lt;br /&gt;According to the apathetic, tired feeling I have after I have one of these solitare sessions, I am prone to believe I am getting dumber. Or losing my mind. So if I act that way, don't be surprised. It's just the solitare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-145146074227138625?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/145146074227138625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=145146074227138625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/145146074227138625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/145146074227138625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/06/solitare.html' title='Solitare'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-5202216445500256917</id><published>2008-06-18T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:36:40.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Adventuring</title><content type='html'>Last night I was rather bored, so (as usual) I called Suzie! Seems like we're both two peas in a pod this summmer- always bored because no one else is around anymore. Well, usually when we are bored we just sit around, trying to think of something to do and then just end up watching videos on YouTube. Yeah, I know. Pretty lame. BUT last night was a different story. We decided to.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SFlLcfEpS7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/zpSe678y_EM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SFlLcfEpS7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/zpSe678y_EM/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213280996407462834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...go tandem biking! Sorry I don't have real pictures. I always forget to take pictures even when I have my camera with me. Anyways, we were way pumped to be doing something active for a change. Little did we know that it is darn hard to start going on one of those things. I've ridden one before, but I was in the back so it was a breeze! This time though, I took the front seat. I wobbled so bad and then I just started laughing so hard. I just couldn't do it! Laughing didn't help either.             &lt;br /&gt;  Both Suzanne and I felt like idiots. There we were in the middle of the street at night with tons of cars passing by, and we couldn't even get started on the bike. I bet it was a pretty funny sight! Well anyways, Suzanne got in the front and was smart enough to actually get us up and going. Later on, I finally tried the front again and I got the hang of it. It was a pretty fun way to get our exercise in, though not as easy as we expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-5202216445500256917?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/5202216445500256917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=5202216445500256917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/5202216445500256917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/5202216445500256917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-adventuring.html' title='Random Adventuring'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SFlLcfEpS7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/zpSe678y_EM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-1268141056575911284</id><published>2008-06-17T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:35:36.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Job!</title><content type='html'>About a week ago, my friend Natalie called me up and asked me if I was looking for a job when I go back to Provo in the fall. Well of course I said "YES" without hesitation. She then continued to explain that her boss was hiring people to teach music classes to kids. Then, once I told her I was interested, she explained that her boss would call me and everything. Talk about awesome!&lt;br /&gt;This job is perfect for me. I would be doing what I love (music) AND be working with kids!  I don't know if I will get the job, but I REALLY hope so. And if I do, it's all thanks to Natalie!&lt;br /&gt;Natalie is one of the sweetest people I know. She always thinks about other people and has helped me so much. She was especially helpful when I first came to BYU; she helped me get my books, find my classes and a lot of other things too. I love her so much! Thanks for being such a great friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-1268141056575911284?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/1268141056575911284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=1268141056575911284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1268141056575911284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/1268141056575911284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-job.html' title='Sweet Job!'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-4379568439385084153</id><published>2008-06-16T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:16:15.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling really down latley, so I decided to write down 100 things that make me happy. My roomies and I did something like this at college this past year. We wrote down a bunch of random and silly things and stuck it on the fridge. We didn't do nearly this much so this might take me awhile, but hey, I have alot of downtime at work (which is where I am now) so why not do it?&lt;br /&gt;So, in no particular order, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My nephew Brigham&lt;br /&gt;2. Taking random, funny pictures with friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Looking at those pictures and then laughing at myself.&lt;br /&gt;4. Monsoon season!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. The smell of rain&lt;br /&gt;6. LIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;7. Watching competion video of LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;8. Dressing up weird&lt;br /&gt;9. Making music videos&lt;br /&gt;10. The quote wall&lt;br /&gt;11. Getting letters in the mail&lt;br /&gt;12. Dance parties&lt;br /&gt;13. Doing animal impressions&lt;br /&gt;14. road trip to California&lt;br /&gt;15. exercising&lt;br /&gt;16. planning&lt;br /&gt;17. organizing&lt;br /&gt;18. getting paid&lt;br /&gt;19. playing the piano&lt;br /&gt;20. singing in the car like I'm a super star&lt;br /&gt;21. Dancing in the car like no one is watching&lt;br /&gt;22. getting an A in a class after a hard semester's work&lt;br /&gt;23. getting an A in a class after not trying that hard&lt;br /&gt;24. knowing all of the scientific names of everything in and on my body&lt;br /&gt;25. cadavers&lt;br /&gt;26. going from a cold room to outside in the sun&lt;br /&gt;27. walking into an air conditioned room after spending hours in the blazing heat&lt;br /&gt;28. having deep conversations late into the night&lt;br /&gt;29. staying up so late that you act drunk&lt;br /&gt;30. playing soccer in the family room with my brother&lt;br /&gt;31. learning something new&lt;br /&gt;32. making someone else laugh&lt;br /&gt;33. camping&lt;br /&gt;34. swimming&lt;br /&gt;35. Arizona sunsets&lt;br /&gt;36. Amusement parks&lt;br /&gt;37. Family reunions&lt;br /&gt;38. finishing a big project&lt;br /&gt;39. reading for hours on end with no interruptions&lt;br /&gt;40. a good book&lt;br /&gt;41. living on my own&lt;br /&gt;42. being spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;43. hiking&lt;br /&gt;44. brownies and milk&lt;br /&gt;45. family&lt;br /&gt;46. A good movie that you can watch over and over and never get bored of&lt;br /&gt;47. clicking pens&lt;br /&gt;48. brushing my teeth&lt;br /&gt;49. flossing my teeth&lt;br /&gt;50. a clean room/house/kitchen&lt;br /&gt;51. Lanae Carmichael&lt;br /&gt;52. My neices: Taylor&lt;br /&gt;53. Emily&lt;br /&gt;54. and Anna&lt;br /&gt;55. Getting an awesome new sister-in-law&lt;br /&gt;56. Teaching music classes&lt;br /&gt;57. an easy semester at BYU&lt;br /&gt;58. cold water (to drink)&lt;br /&gt;59. taking a bath&lt;br /&gt;60. taking a bubble bath&lt;br /&gt;61. not having to rush to be ready in the morning&lt;br /&gt;62. Maui burger&lt;br /&gt;63. 46&lt;br /&gt;64. Wii&lt;br /&gt;65. Sunsets&lt;br /&gt;66. smiling&lt;br /&gt;67. buying books&lt;br /&gt;68. stretching&lt;br /&gt;69. "Word, Nigel"&lt;br /&gt;70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...I got a little farther! Only 38 more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-4379568439385084153?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/4379568439385084153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=4379568439385084153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4379568439385084153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4379568439385084153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-thoughts.html' title='Happy Thoughts'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-4444479701948620351</id><published>2008-06-13T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:29:59.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SYTYCD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SFKtzaYLc-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/x5_9FeAECJE/s1600-h/SYTYCD_vidoewall_300p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SFKtzaYLc-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/x5_9FeAECJE/s200/SYTYCD_vidoewall_300p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211418817586754530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my new favorite tv show is So You Think You Can Dance! It's basically the most amazing thing since spray cheese. There are 10 girls and 10 guys and each week, the dancers pair up and choose a style of dance out of a hat! The choreography of the dances that the couples do are all super cool! They have some of the best choreographers teaching them. I think my favorite guy dancer is Mark. He's an awesome dancer and he is hilarious! If you all wanna share in the fun, its on Wed. at 7 and Thurs. at 8!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-4444479701948620351?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/4444479701948620351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=4444479701948620351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4444479701948620351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/4444479701948620351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/06/sytycd.html' title='SYTYCD'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jROTDYa8AxI/SFKtzaYLc-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/x5_9FeAECJE/s72-c/SYTYCD_vidoewall_300p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503417455260036387.post-54850873646097306</id><published>2008-06-11T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:49:14.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I say.....HEY!   What a wonderful kind of day...</title><content type='html'>So it seems that everyone has been getting a blog lately, so I decided to jump on the bandwagon!  It's a great way to record the things that happen in my life. Plus, I don't really do much at work except surf the net, so it will be great to actually have something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503417455260036387-54850873646097306?l=beckerecka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/feeds/54850873646097306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6503417455260036387&amp;postID=54850873646097306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/54850873646097306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503417455260036387/posts/default/54850873646097306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckerecka.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-here.html' title='And I say.....HEY!   What a wonderful kind of day...'/><author><name>Beckerecka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01962253021284244395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
