<?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-8258922698060150670</id><updated>2011-10-13T15:01:11.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-2573151509935535561</id><published>2011-10-12T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:54:34.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOST!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;My motivation for working out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Possible reward to anyone who has awesome advice that leads to finding this once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Major reward will ultimately be mine for having a better work out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Unfortunately that isn't motivation on it's own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-2573151509935535561?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/2573151509935535561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/10/help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/2573151509935535561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/2573151509935535561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/10/help.html' title='HELP!!!'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-7675325677560412724</id><published>2011-10-07T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:43:43.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOHOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight lost since this time last week: 4.8lbs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight lost since my weigh in at 174lbs Sunday before last: 6.2lbs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm stoked! Seriously! I stepped on the scale a little worried what it would read, but it read 167.8lbs and that coupled with the fact that yesterday I fit into one of the pair of jeans I couldn't 2 weeks ago...I'm SUPER excited! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so excited that I want to Zumba right now! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-7675325677560412724?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/7675325677560412724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/10/wooohooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/7675325677560412724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/7675325677560412724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/10/wooohooo.html' title='WOOOHOOO!'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-5186770211981997709</id><published>2011-09-30T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:16:17.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Not Alone Anymore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I work with a couple of gals and 3 of us (one including my sister Rachel) have decided to compete to see who can lose 15lbs fastest! The 2 losers will buy the winner a scarf at Ali J Boutique!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So it's even more incentive to continue to diet and Zumba!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We weighed in for our "starting weight" today at noon. My weight was 171.6! I'm PUMPED I've already lost 2.4lbs since Tuesday! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New scarf here I come!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-5186770211981997709?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/5186770211981997709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/09/youre-not-alone-anymore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/5186770211981997709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/5186770211981997709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/09/youre-not-alone-anymore.html' title='You&apos;re Not Alone Anymore!'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-1715666840227728261</id><published>2011-09-28T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T11:51:21.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day #2 of getting up early and getting my Zumba on...it's already getting harder to get up that early! BUT! I will keep on keeping on!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each morning I get up, go to the basement (now that I set up the spare tv down there so I don't wake anyone with my sweet dancing skillz), Zumba for 30-45 mins then have a little down time with a protein shake before I get ready for the day. I like that down time to be honest. This morning it included a load of laundry and watching part of the news!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One thing I'm proud of? At work today, Ben asked me what kind of dilly bar I wanted. I hestitated but I said "thanks, but I'll pass." He laughed and said he figured but he'd still give me the option...Whew! That was hard! Now the next step is to not drool so much when I see everyone else eating them around me later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-1715666840227728261?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/1715666840227728261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/1715666840227728261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/1715666840227728261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-2.html' title='Day #2'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-3509093655120005474</id><published>2011-09-27T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:25:09.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Accountability Partner of Sorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1MNWDMyVvk/ToIGZjtjr4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-vdpR1ks8hE/s1600/strong.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657091118083583874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1MNWDMyVvk/ToIGZjtjr4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-vdpR1ks8hE/s320/strong.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, so I'm a little ashamed to admit this, but I am heavier then I have EVER been (minus while pregnant). I even came home from the hospital at a few pounds lighter than I am now after giving birth to Cameron. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trevor's been trying to help me feel better in saying that probably 15 lbs of this is from my birth control (Mirena an IUD). But I still hate the way I feel and I hate the way I look and I hate the way I don't even fit into some of my "fat" jeans. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am 174 lbs right now. The highest I hit before this weight was 163 in college. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO!! That being publicized now, I am going to use my blog as an accountability partner of sorts. Having people know my weight and progress so openly will hopefully keep me motivated to work out and eat better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case in point: I have tried the last 2 weeks to get up earlier to start my day off with a workout but I kept hitting the snooze - until last night! I posted on my facebook status "Wish me luck, I'll be up at 5:15 working out!" And guess what? I honestly thought about how people now know that if I sleep in, I'm lazy and hit the snooze again. Well, I got up and did 45 mins of Zumba this morning because of that very thought! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, don't get me wrong, I honestly could care less about what most people think of me. But I also know that I need motivation and I seemed to have found it through this! (I wish the mere thought of fitting back into my 145lb clothes would motivate me but alas, it does not). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here is my goal: I would like to be down in the 150s by Christmas (so 24lbs lost) and then continue that so I get to at least 151lbs and KEEP IT THAT WAY till my birthday in April. Whew! I'm starting to feel a little overwhelmed with that thought! BUT! I'm excited too! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is my regime:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Dance my butt off! (Literally) Every-other month switch off from Zumba to either 30 day shred (if my WONDERFUL sister would let me borrow it) or another fun one I find. Work out at least 5 mornings a week. (If Sunday afternoon hits and I haven't finished, I'll give myself a little bit of room and do it that afternoon).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Cut the carbs! Go for protein shakes for breakfast and more meat then bread throughout the day. My initial goal is 50 grams of carbs a day or less...but we'll see how that goes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-take your vitamins. Well, not vitamins per say...Bronkaid and aspirin and boost with caffeine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So there we have it! I will try to update this post every week or sooner with my weight and how well I'm doing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, realistically, I love sweets and bread. SO! I need to give myself a little wiggle room too. I am allowed 1 sweet treat a week. Whether it's a piece of cake at a birthday party or a candy bar. My main sugars will be from fruits I eat instead. (diet pop will also fully switch into my intake instead of regular).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow, did my brain just gush out all of my thoughts randomly this post or what?! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well guys, here I go...wish me luck!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-3509093655120005474?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/3509093655120005474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-accountability-partner-of-sorts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/3509093655120005474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/3509093655120005474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-accountability-partner-of-sorts.html' title='A New Accountability Partner of Sorts'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1MNWDMyVvk/ToIGZjtjr4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/-vdpR1ks8hE/s72-c/strong.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-7956033024727516742</id><published>2011-09-23T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T11:01:55.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is a link to the painting we did at our home this spring and summer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2154810028077.2109802.1181220091&amp;amp;l=dbe259e580&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2154810028077.2109802.1181220091&amp;amp;l=dbe259e580&amp;amp;type=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-7956033024727516742?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/7956033024727516742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/7956033024727516742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/7956033024727516742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-home.html' title='Our Home'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-4432063035406358128</id><published>2011-08-11T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T11:45:57.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AyrlZgSpX2M/TkQjJ8ukVUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XMfZhZ8ZaWA/s1600/to-do-list-nothing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639671287201944898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AyrlZgSpX2M/TkQjJ8ukVUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XMfZhZ8ZaWA/s320/to-do-list-nothing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't I wish?!? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My list is getting so long that I thought I would have a few minutes to type it out and get a little peace of mind...not so! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's just one of those days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-4432063035406358128?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/4432063035406358128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/08/crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/4432063035406358128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/4432063035406358128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/08/crazy.html' title='crazy!!'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AyrlZgSpX2M/TkQjJ8ukVUI/AAAAAAAAAIM/XMfZhZ8ZaWA/s72-c/to-do-list-nothing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-8198928433335054793</id><published>2011-08-05T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:17:34.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Has Time Gone?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoa! It has been TOO long since I have updated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a nutshell since the last post, I've had a baby, gotten married, bought and redecorated a house, and a LOT more with my family has gone on!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until I can do each one, I'd like to just show off my beautiful boys! Trevor and I tied the knot on December 17th, 2010 in a very intimate laid back ceremony! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tU0AFRS8oTw/TjwHjA1VIII/AAAAAAAAAHs/2gk5iXF1t1A/s1600/unity%2Bcandle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637389131661516930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tU0AFRS8oTw/TjwHjA1VIII/AAAAAAAAAHs/2gk5iXF1t1A/s320/unity%2Bcandle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUpWW7moYuI/TjwHa4Wn9_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/J4ky1egoqO4/s1600/bliss.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637388991946291186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUpWW7moYuI/TjwHa4Wn9_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/J4ky1egoqO4/s320/bliss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On June 5th, 2010 we welcomed Cameron James into the family at 8lbs, 3 oz and 21 inches long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDDxpiROSNY/TjwIIMo46ZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/70nMR-1IOkU/s1600/going%2Bhome.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637389770485721490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LDDxpiROSNY/TjwIIMo46ZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/70nMR-1IOkU/s320/going%2Bhome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As of today, he is 14 months old!! Where does time go!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oy0pXXlvr7M/TjwIptjLeQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rF01d61cA7U/s1600/piano%2Bat%2Brachel%2527s.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637390346255825154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oy0pXXlvr7M/TjwIptjLeQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/rF01d61cA7U/s320/piano%2Bat%2Brachel%2527s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agMPpp1r5J0/TjwIqO64wqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EuYX_LLBk_Q/s1600/at%2Bjen%2Band%2Bdavids%2Bwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637390355213632162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-agMPpp1r5J0/TjwIqO64wqI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EuYX_LLBk_Q/s320/at%2Bjen%2Band%2Bdavids%2Bwedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One happy fam!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8258922698060150670-8198928433335054793?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/8198928433335054793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-has-time-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/8198928433335054793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/8198928433335054793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where Has Time Gone?!'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tU0AFRS8oTw/TjwHjA1VIII/AAAAAAAAAHs/2gk5iXF1t1A/s72-c/unity%2Bcandle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-1059453434023461693</id><published>2010-03-10T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:05:48.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO MUCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, ok!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo sorry! I know it's been a while since I've blogged about anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will quick just update the most amazing thing in my life right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am 28 weeks and 1 day along (83 days away according to the bump.com) into my pregnancy! June 1st Cameron James is due to be welcomed into the world by a slew of amazing family and friends...he's so lucky!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's a picture of him at 19 weeks...More will definitely be posted after he comes too, I promise!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447098636267138354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/S5f7WYc3rTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/slMSJqjb1GQ/s320/cameron+james+19wks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-1059453434023461693?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/1059453434023461693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/1059453434023461693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/1059453434023461693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-much.html' title='SO MUCH!'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/S5f7WYc3rTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/slMSJqjb1GQ/s72-c/cameron+james+19wks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-4722481415281404377</id><published>2009-11-04T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:19:18.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo much to update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400327489940462370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SvHRPWytmyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8KVR5vVbLbU/s400/s-d+9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Wow!!! It seriously has been too long since I've even THOUGHT about posting a new blog on here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;So in a quick nutshell (because I don't have too much time), here is what's going on in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;-I'm getting married!!!! January 16, 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;-Which obviously means that I got engaged...Trevor proposed on June 13th in a totally cute way! (he wrapped his arms around me while I was doing dishes and kissed my cheek and held up the ring and asked me to be his wife!) I said yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;-The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of getting ready...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;    -dress? check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;    -church site, reception site? check, check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;    -excited friends and family? BIG check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;    -all the little details? um...yeah, I still have a TON to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Hopefully I can keep updating this baby with all the fun little details now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;But we do have the bridesmaid outfits completely taken care of (we're ordering the shoes tonight). Here is the dress I picked for the beautiful ladies to wear!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SvHTCfuy9oI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wBfE69jiNsQ/s1600-h/bridesmaid+dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400329468024911490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SvHTCfuy9oI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wBfE69jiNsQ/s400/bridesmaid+dresses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-4722481415281404377?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/4722481415281404377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/11/sooo-much-to-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/4722481415281404377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/4722481415281404377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/11/sooo-much-to-update.html' title='Sooo much to update!'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SvHRPWytmyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8KVR5vVbLbU/s72-c/s-d+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-2452620717057730280</id><published>2009-05-07T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:29:37.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Mood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm having one of those days...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...the kind that just puts you in the mood to curl up on the couch and watch a movie that you KNOW you will cry out all those tears...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I can get Trevor to watch it with me, but I'm thinking something like, P.S. I love you, or maybe the Notebook. Some other movies that jerk those tear ducts of mine are the football movies...you know the ones! Friday night lights, We are Marshal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tissue box handy?... Cause here I come!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-2452620717057730280?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/2452620717057730280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-mood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/2452620717057730280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/2452620717057730280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-mood.html' title='In the Mood...'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-5681500688147173735</id><published>2009-05-06T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:45:17.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Today Gone Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Friday I was sitting at work and I decided that I was sick of my hair. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have very fine hair so with the length of long, it gets stringy by the end of the day and that's just gross! Plus blow drying and straightening that amount usually took about 20 minutes and that's not even curling it to make it pretty! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I called Hair We Are and set up an appointment for 9 am Saturday to get it chopped off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A whole foot! It's a little longer in front with a bunch of layers and I love that it takes less than 10 minutes to dry and style my hair and it looks healthy and great all day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll put up better pictures of it, but here's one from just a few minutes ago because people on facebook were getting impatient to see it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332767861366884866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SgHMHZ5kigI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qDTFZpXKc70/s400/mas+photos+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yep, a whole foot gone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-5681500688147173735?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/5681500688147173735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/05/hair-today-gone-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/5681500688147173735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/5681500688147173735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/05/hair-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Hair Today Gone Tomorrow'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SgHMHZ5kigI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qDTFZpXKc70/s72-c/mas+photos+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-3581492037046142252</id><published>2009-05-05T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:05:31.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Along...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332416132280841858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SgCMOE8pdoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QpB3qPN9kG4/s200/tortoise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like the tortoise in the tortoise and the hare story. I know eventually I will win this so called race, but I so want to be going fast right now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm moving. Again. Fourth time in the last year and a half! Fifth in the last two years! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can honestly say I enjoy moving. I LOVE rearranging things and opening my boxes and unpacking and finding new treasures that were once old that I forgot about!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But this is probably the worst move yet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm heading home to the 'rents house and saving money that way and just being smarter with everything before Trevor and I officially take the plunge and two become one! :D I'm gonna crack down on my spending habit and try to budget everything with cash as much as possible...not even use my check card or checkbook. That way I can literally see and touch how much I can spend. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO! As for the moving bit, I've been on my own for over a year now and I have enough to live off of and then some! I have a whole kitchen, living room, bathroom, bedroom and misc area! How am I supposed to move that all into one little bedroom at my parents' house?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm dropping my beautiful, comfy sectional couch at my brother and sister-in-law's place this weekend in Mankato. Hopefully that will be nice for them! That leaves everything else!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well last night I got some boxes out and started packing. First, I washed all the dishes left over because my roommate and I lead VERY busy lives and don't get to them right away always. Then I cleaned out the fridge and did some more dishes. Then I packed up a butt load of my stuff from the kitchen! I'm almost done in that room now (which makes me proud). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I loaded up the boxes into the mom-mobile and headed over to Trevor's apartment. I figured since I'll probably be doing some cooking over at his place the next year or so, why not stock him up on all the kitchen necessities? Plus, it's less to move when we do get married!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I got to his place my head started to ache! Yesterday I wrote about our &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/05/treasure-hunt.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amazing romantic dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Well, I was going to do the dishes before he came home as much as I could, but there was no hot water! So we left them and decided to enjoy each other's company. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That means they were there when I got there to move my kitchen in... FUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I rolled up my pant legs into Capri's (it was really warm in his place) and I got my already pruned fingers to work again in the soapy water. 2 hours later I was fully unpacked, organized and cleaned up in that kitchen! I was pretty darn proud of myself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I remembered that I like to randomly buy cards when I'm at wal-mart that make me think of Trevor and my relationship. So I wrote out a card to express how much he means to me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I taped it on the door frame of the kitchen and locked up and headed out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home at last at 11:00pm, I rewarded my hard work and pruney hands with a snickers ice cream cone and crawled into bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little after midnight I got a text from the man of my dreams... "I love you so much honey"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was glad I could do something for my Wah Wah that would show him a little how much I appreciate all he does and all he is for me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the while, I got one part of my moving done...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So after work and "hiding in my shell" today, I'll start back up on the cleaning and packing of my room tonight...maybe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trevor's off work tonight! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332415471053879106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SgCLnlr2t0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/wISPi3TEBwM/s400/chickenmoving2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-3581492037046142252?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/3581492037046142252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving-along.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/3581492037046142252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/3581492037046142252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving-along.html' title='Moving Along...'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SgCMOE8pdoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QpB3qPN9kG4/s72-c/tortoise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-8491761900987181429</id><published>2009-05-04T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:21:35.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I've had this planned out for about a month. Well, not entirely planned out... I had the who, the why, the where, and the what...just not exactly the when.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The when presented itself this last week. Sunday afternoon would be the opportune time to fulfill my plans. And it was!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had written a letter to Trevor that said something along the lines of "hurry, shower, get dressed in the clothes I laid out for you and follow the clues till the final destination!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332050115402692178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Sf8_VF0odlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3acknbvc_1k/s200/love-you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now let me back up. In high school, Trevor would sometimes wear a white button up or a black button up with jeans...my FAVORITE look! And especially as of lately, he's been bulking up and lifting weights again so I went out and bought him a nice black button up collared shirt that I couldn't WAIT to see him in!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And on top of the shirt on the bed was his first clue. "Sugar we're going down swinging." "Rain or shine, a great photo shoot location!" "Jack and Jill went up the hill." and "the Island is calling." For those of you who know the Willmar area, Robin's Island's old swing set was where he needed to go for his next clue. (our &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-blustery-day.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pictures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; were taken there...) Tied to the rusty old swing set at the top of the hill was a yellow balloon that he had to pop. Inside that was clue #2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Meet the parents" "not quite Aunt Bee's kitchen" "dessert shooters make you drunk on love." Anyone? Anyone?! Trevor got it! He was headed to applebees! Right inside the door by the host/hostess stand he found the red balloon with clue #3 inside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sneaking out late tapping on your window" "winter 2006" "first kiss location." Yeah, this one is a bit more personal so I don't expect anyone other than the two of us to easily get that one... the red balloon tied to the front door at his parents house held the 4th clue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You never said hi, I never said hi" "All work and no play"...(sorry, I'm trying to do this all by memory and I can't remember the clues for this one I had written down...) The fourth location I had Trevor go to was the Green Mill where he works. Next to where his schedule is posted was a light blue balloon. Inside was clue #5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Go eagles go!" "School days, school days, dear old golden rule days" "We went to a play here where the highlight was Paul H****'s brother getting tackled on stage." Almost there! He headed back across town to find a green balloon tied to the bike rack at the Community Christian School. The final clue #6 was inside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Home run!" "____ sweet _____" "Go Cardinals!" He texted me that he was on his way home....and I texted him "k, let me know when you get THERE." Little did he know I was already there! I had let myself in while he was running around town looking for balloons to pop and I had gotten all fancied up in a really nice dress and made a wonderful dinner! We had lemon pepper blackened chicken, onion buttered pasta, sparkling apple cider, and devil's 3 layer cake for dessert! Candles lit, the house picked up and of course the night wouldn't be complete without my dear friend Frank's voice soothing us from the CD player. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me tell you...when he walked in wearing that black button up, not having shaved because he wanted to hurry so he had the gruff going on (ladies, you know what I'm talking about!) with the clues in his hand and that smile...I melted! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After eating and lovingly gazing into each other eyes, we got up and danced to Mr. Sinatra's music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The night went so well....he's got a lot to live up to when he proposes! :D jk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;kinda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-8491761900987181429?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/8491761900987181429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/05/treasure-hunt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/8491761900987181429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/8491761900987181429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/05/treasure-hunt.html' title='Treasure Hunt'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Sf8_VF0odlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3acknbvc_1k/s72-c/love-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-4732618939376321916</id><published>2009-04-30T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T08:21:21.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh "Mother" Where Art Thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Saturday night was when we got back from Fine Arts and I immediately went from taking care of 19 teenagers to 4 kids... I can honestly tell you they're about the same amount of work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;So two weeks ago I got a call from a guy at church. He and his wife had won a cruise to the Bahamas (rough life right there for ya!) but they needed someone to watch their 4 kids (ages 5 to 13) for a week. I told them I work during the day, but I can definitely do evenings and spend the night if needed. They were very happy with that because as it turns out, the husband's sister could watch them during the day but not nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Last Tuesday I went over to their house for the "grand tour" and rules and any questions I may have to be answered. The two things they really stressed where: 1. they LOVE to tattle on each other and 2. they will try everything and anything in their power to get the password for the dish for "restricted" shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Since starting Saturday I have found out 3 things: 1. they LOVE to tattle on each other, 2. they will try everything and anything in their power to get the password for the dish "restricted" shows, and 3. they each have such unique personalities it CRACKS ME UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Crystal is 13 and a HUGE help with the other kids! She gets to stay up later than the other kids so we'll usually spend that last hour or so of the day hanging out and watching movies and talking. She's probably the biggest threat to the password on the dish tho. She's tried "don't you trust me?" of course my response is "I do. I just need to respect your parents' wishes and do what they asked: not give any of you kids the password." Well, she was able to get the password changed to numbers she knew because her aunt gave in! (I changed it to a whole new password this morning before heading to work tho which upset her a little...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;David is in the 4th grade. He is the immaculate little angel! He's not usually up by the time I leave, but he was this morning! He had his bed made and clothes on and pj's put away! He also LOVES to tell the truth...even about things that really aren't relevant to what you're talking about! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Daniel is in his own little world at the age of 7. He is so funny cause he mumbles so I can't understand him, but it's more he likes to hear his own voice. He's really low maintenance and just loves his transformers and tv shows! This morning he made me really uncomfortable tho...in a funny way! I was fully dressed and doing my makeup and hair in the bathroom when he comes in, obviously just woken up. Here's our conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Good morning Daniel! Do you need something? (usually he just goes into the family room and turns on the tv till breakfast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Dan: Nope *(he goes to the toilet)* I just have to go to the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Me: Well, I'll be done soon but otherwise you can use the other bathroom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Dan:*(by the time the words leave my lips, he's pulled down his pants and sat on the toilet) That's ok, I'm almost done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Me: *(a little embarrassed and looking the other way) Well, I'll just step out for a sec...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;LOL! I'm glad I can laugh about that now cause that was &lt;em&gt;awkward!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;The youngest of the 4 is Violette, but everyone calls her "V" She's adorable! She's 5 years old and VERY opinionated. She has this gorgeous long CURLY hair and is constantly following me around asking what I'm doing and telling me little stories. She is also the biggest tattle of them all. If Dan's foot happens to brush against her stuffed kitty, I will know within seconds! I calmly tell her he wasn't trying to hurt kitty at all, and it was an accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;So there you have it. My "kids" for the week! It's been fun and I've gotten to know them all lots better. I'm just looking forward to a nice afternoon after work where we can do something instead of being cooped up cause it's rainy!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-4732618939376321916?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/4732618939376321916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-mother-where-art-thou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/4732618939376321916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/4732618939376321916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-mother-where-art-thou.html' title='Oh &quot;Mother&quot; Where Art Thou?'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-5611633431351198762</id><published>2009-04-27T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:03:19.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FiNe ArTs BaBy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday at 2:00 I headed out from work on what would be a long, tiresome, but oh-so-worth it weekend! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fine Arts was here at last!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From work, Angie and I ran quick to my place (of all things to forget, a hair brush is definitely needed!), to her parents' place (drop of the munchkins), then to drop $127 on groceries to feed 24 people! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:15 we made it to the church, grabbed our cd player (wisest decision..read on!) and costumes and met the kids. We rearranged the food in the 3 coolers and loaded up the cars. We got into a big circle and prayed all at once (my favorite prayer time!) for safety driving and for the focus to stay on God even while we were at competition. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3:45 we loaded up the vans and prayed each vehicle's safety in getting to the cities.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4:00 we were on our way!!! We stopped once for switching Denise and Angie for drivers then continued on. We hit the edge of the cities about 6pm (Our head van was a speeder!!!) and along with that came a little rush hour traffic we had to weed through.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me take this moment to say some of our kids' parents let us use their van because we were one short. I happened to be driving this van. I'm pretty good about keeping my eye on the gas and the speedometer and other gauges to make sure everything's in tip top shape. Well, we started to get into start-stop traffic with rush hour stuff and before I knew it, the van's gauge was telling us the van was about to overheat...fast! So we took the next exit and pulled over on a residental street and called the other vans to let them know we had to stop. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a side note, the kids whose van this was had named it Bo-Jankady! Because it is a little bit on the older side and that was the sound it would make every-so-often when you first started it up...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I called my friend Lundon who was the youth pastor at the church we would be spending the night, and he came within 20 minutes with the big 15 seater church van! We shifted all our stuff and continued on our way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sadly tho, we had to leave Bo-Jankady there because the coolant had run completely dry! AND I had the great privilage of calling the parents and owners of Bo-Jankady and letting them know. This would prove to be a continuous adventure for the rest of the weekend...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We met back up with all our peoples for grabbing a quick bite to eat, then we headed over to the church to practice, watch movies and hang out. I also went with 2 other leaders to buy coolant and get the van back to the church which proved to be easy but showed us how bad Bo-Jankady had gotten and attention it would need...Bed time was 11pm because we needed to get up EARLY! I was up first at 5:50 and got everyone else up at the time they requested all the while getting myself ready and packing everything and everyone up! 24 people. THREE vans and one station wagon. 3 coolers of food. 24 people's stuff and costumes...we were on the road by 7:30! I was so proud! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We got to North Central University, found decent parking, registered, and had time to find a quieter place to run through one of the dramas before the day fully began!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:30 and we started! We were good about running to and from the different locations for the different time slots and the day was going very smoothly until #13 on the roster. We had 2 groups at the same time! So we split up and went to the different locations. Maeve was doing a solo human video for the one I went to and when it was her turn to perform, we put her cd in and pressed play..."no disc" showed up! The cd player was an older one and couldn't read the cd!!! So I thought quick and asked the judges if they minded letting us move down one slot to give me enough time to run and get the cd player we had so wisely packed...they were totally ok with that so I took out my heavy earings and RAN!!!! It was only 2 blocks away, but with everyone else crowding the halls and entry ways, I was slowed down quite a bit...BUT! I made it back in time, heaving chest as I tried to catch my breath. I put my earings back and and we set up Maeve to do her HV. SHE DID AWESOME! She got the highest score from one of the judges out of anyone in our group! (a 38 out of 40 possible).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a quick lunch, Katy (Bo-Jankady's owner) and I headed over to meet the tow truck man at the van to varify that Katy had AAA to cover the cost of towing the van. Then within an hour we were back and ready to hear how everyone had done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were super excited to hear Ashley's name announced when her worship dance routine was awarded a superior with invitation rating. But the moment of truth came when we held hands tightly and awaited the announcement on the top human videos...THE GLEAVES WON!!! Well, they scored high enough (superior with invitation) to get invited to compete on the NATIONAL level in ORLANDO, FL!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ironic thing is they just worked on their hv not even for 2 weeks before competing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On our way home, we stopped at Fuddruckers so the kids could play some games if they wanted and eat plenty of food before piling back in the carivan of min-vans and the station wagon. We also pulled out the score cards for all the dramas we did and read off the comments and scores...guess what!? EVERY GROUP GOT A SUPERIOR RATING! And the were only a point or two from getting superior with invitation! Not bad for a drama group that just started and had their first time (us leaders' first time too) at fine arts!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so proud of my kids!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-5611633431351198762?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/5611633431351198762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/04/fine-arts-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/5611633431351198762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/5611633431351198762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/04/fine-arts-baby.html' title='FiNe ArTs BaBy!'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-8130804430021166058</id><published>2009-04-22T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:15:58.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas-X</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;When I was in the 5th grade, my dad sold our tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;He felt like God was telling him that it was a waste of time and that our priorities as a family should be reordered instead of aimlessly staring at a tv screen. It turned out to be good that my dad obeyed God, he was given a raise and promotion soon after! But for us kids, it was the end of the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fast forward ten years now (wow, it's really been that long since the days of N'Sync and Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears' innocence?) and you'll find a family that really gets into their shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean &lt;em&gt;REALLY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;LOST and Heroes. Both of which &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; got my family hooked on (I'll take the credit - they really are good shows)! They have become a family gathering and common ground. I know my parents don't mind so much now because &lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; it's pretty difficult to get two teenage girls and one teenage boy to not only look forward to spending time with their parents but also beg them to do so! And &lt;strong&gt;B:&lt;/strong&gt; you can rent the shows on DVD or order them from Netflix and avoid the nuisance that which is commercials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I want to take this opportunity and state that I am not a television junky by any means. I don't have time. Instead, I'll stick to my texting and netflix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;But lately, my roommate and I have been able to watch Scrubs (HILARIOUS show by the way, but that's not the path of which this blog is going...where is it going?) late at night and chit chat our way through it on the nights where we both are home at a decent hour and awake enough to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Last night was one such night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;And like I said before, I'm not a tv junky so I don't get the chance to really sit down and enjoy those commercials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Last night, I saw one that most people probably have seen many times over already. But it seriously made my night and I laughed again when I re-ran it through my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;This guy is in an interview and he's gassy. Everything that the lady is saying is reminding him of how bad it is "I see here you are flatulant in three languages." That stunned me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;What really got my roommate and me laughing was when the male assistant comes in and taps the interviewing lady on the shoulder and says, complete with hand gestures, "your son Rip is on line toot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Oh commercial, how you tickle my funny bone!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-8130804430021166058?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/8130804430021166058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/04/gas-x.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/8130804430021166058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/8130804430021166058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/04/gas-x.html' title='Gas-X'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-420906634639559714</id><published>2009-04-21T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:28:27.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda Garden - What did I ever do to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday evening at about 6:30 I received a call. The number blinking said "Daddy." This always makes my heart smile because I am truly a daddy's girl and a Becca-bug (because I snuggle like a bug in a rug). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Much to my dismay it was my sister.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just kidding! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It really was my sister, but I wasn't dismayed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any-who.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She asked if Trevor and I wanted to go to Panda Garden to eat with them. I asked Trevor and he seemed up for it so we headed over there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom and dad had to eat quick and run because my little brother had an On Call concert that evening at 7:00pm. So it was just me, Trevor and my two little sisters Brittany and Liz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was so much fun! I ate more than my stomach could fit and we laughed and told funny stories and all that good stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, on the drive to bring the girls home, we pumped up the base to none other but Trevor's cd of N'Sync!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had people laughing at us at red lights. No lie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We got home and Brittany pulled out her iPod and we hooked it up to the speakers on the computer and jammed out to everything from Carrie Underwood to Michael Jackson's Thriller! Trevor sat back and just watched us make total and complete fools of ourselves, but it was sooo much fun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My parents made it home a little after 9 and sent the girls to be shortly after so Trevor and I decided it would be ideal to head out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fast forward about, oh I don't know, 4 hours and Trevor was then bowing to the porcelain king! After work yesterday all I wanted to do was head over to his place and take care of him! I brought 3 or 4 different kinds of meds, some tea, and wheat thins in case he felt like he could handle them. Then while he rested, I watched tv quietly and just stroked his back and made sure he had plenty of water and everything...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stupid food poisoning...but then again, in as much as this may be awful to say because I really don't like seeing my man in such pain, I truly enjoyed taking care of him and helping him feel better. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can definitely see myself taking care of him for years and years to come if ever needed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327213117188133074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Se4QGvTM0NI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TNvirIu7TL4/s200/Michael-Jackson-Thriller-23672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-420906634639559714?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/420906634639559714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/04/panda-garden-what-did-i-ever-do-to-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/420906634639559714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/420906634639559714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/04/panda-garden-what-did-i-ever-do-to-you.html' title='Panda Garden - What did I ever do to you?'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Se4QGvTM0NI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TNvirIu7TL4/s72-c/Michael-Jackson-Thriller-23672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-839924398743327075</id><published>2009-04-17T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:35:20.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Plans and An Ode to the Brave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Sei6p7TYQNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/j_xyvOenpSs/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325711788821987538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Sei6p7TYQNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/j_xyvOenpSs/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Sei6pvi5x_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/LT1Bn-OkCu4/s1600-h/cake5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;So it's no complete secret that Trevor and I have been talking marriage. In fact, he has tried to propose, but I keep telling him that he needs to ask my dad first and have a ring. (I'm SOO high maintenance I know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But even without a fancy little stone on my lift finger, we've been talking dates and I've been flooding my spare Internet time looking for cute things online (by the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wedding.theknot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;theknot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt; is GREAT for anyone planning a wedding!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;When I told my mom we were planning on getting married, her response, surprisingly, was "oh! A December wedding would be so beautiful!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;My initial reaction was WHAT?! Heh Heh...not quite what we were thinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;But as my mind started whirring in that direction, I started to like the idea more and more! The colors I would like, the decorations, the time of year, the fact that my church has the night sky up (they decorate the whole big walls of our sanctuary with Christmas lights all over covered in black cloth so it looks like a sky at night...it's really stunning!)...all these things were crossing my mind as, hey, December could work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;So of course, like the great soon-to-be-fiance that I am, I told Trevor about my mom's idea and let his mind wrap around it for a second before I bombarded him with the 6 month jump from the first date we had picked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Then the dreaded thought crossed my mind when his face wasn't lit up as much as I had hoped: his best friend is headed to Iraq this month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;So, again, like the wonderful fiance-to-be that I am, I was quick to put my hopes of a December wedding away. I mean, if my best friend couldn't make it and I knew before the date was picked, I might reconsider. It wouldn't dictate the first day of my new life with my better half, but I would look at other dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Trevor looked at me and laughed. "The day is not about Eric, it's our day." So I gave my mom the thumbs up and off she went!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Yesterday she read in the paper about a garage sale that had wedding things so she insisted that I meet her there as soon as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't want to be the stuck up bridezilla that NEEDS EVERYTHING HER WAY ON HER DAY!!!! But the thought of a garage sale being the place I find my wedding stuff...that kinda rubbed me wrong at first. But to please my mom, I made it there for a short trip away from work as an early lunch of sorts. To my surprise, the flower type I had wanted (but knew they were uber expensive) were there in silk bouquets! Now I'm gonna tweak them a little, but they were awesome and totally cheaper then I could have ever imagined! They also had other silk flowers of the same kind that I could cut from the 'vine' and use to decorate pretty much anything! So almost all of the flowers were taken care of for less than $80! Who can really say that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Here are a few ideas I have in mind for our big day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Centerpieces: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712278155900370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Sei7GaNrNdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_TI3fwWVPY4/s200/tree+branch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bridesmaid dresses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712272874531986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Sei7GGif7JI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NmJ3lUMrnK0/s200/bridesmaid+dresses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Wedding cake:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712276936436626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Sei7GVq7q5I/AAAAAAAAAEY/BTYXTDNTmW8/s200/cake5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Invites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712278701342994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Sei7GcPuARI/AAAAAAAAAEg/lgMwv7UsUpY/s200/invite+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Now I know what you're looking for next...my dress perhaps?!?! Well, I definitely have ideas on what I want, but I'll keep that under wraps because Trevor knows this URL, and he doesn't get to see it till our wedding day as my dad is walking me down the isle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;For dinner yesterday, I had Trevor over and I made Minnesota Wild Rice Soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;He wanted to show up in a jersey and goalie mask with his hockey stick to join the celebration. I had to gently shatter his hopes of it being a soup to celebrate the great hockey team the Minnesota Wild! Afterwards we joined his friend Eric, Eric's girlfriend Jackie, his son and a few other friends for a farewell meal (if Trevor would have told me they wanted to have dinner, we could have done that before I made the soup, but we were still able to join them while they ate and we had pop and water).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;After we left and said goodbye and good luck to Eric, I could tell Trevor had something on his mind that was bothering him. So I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;He said that Eric leaving hadn't really sunk in until tonight and it would mean a lot for him to wait till Eric can be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;OF COURSE!!!! Sure the whole winter wedding was a great idea, but the day is about us and having loved ones around us to celebrate with us and create memories of the greatest day we can have together (for starters anyway).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;So our wedding date is being pushed back and I have no hard feelings whatsoever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;In fact, it has made me really think about how amazing the men and women who fight for our country are. To be able to see Eric and his 7 year old son last night interact and see how proud the little guy was of his army dad...it was really touching! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;So if the least I can do is push back my wedding date another 6 months, I am for sure and for certain able to do that. I might have moments of lapsed memory and be a little sad and impatient, but Eric and the guys and gals over there fighting for the red, white, and blue deserve at least my patience and respect and so much more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;So for now, all I can do is pray and respectfully honor the brave of the US Armed Forces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Thank you, for all you do here on the home front and overseas for my freedom as an American citizen. I pray God will keep you safe and comforted as well as your family here at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-839924398743327075?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/839924398743327075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/04/wedding-plans-and-ode-to-brave.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/839924398743327075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/839924398743327075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/04/wedding-plans-and-ode-to-brave.html' title='Wedding Plans and An Ode to the Brave'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Sei6p7TYQNI/AAAAAAAAAEI/j_xyvOenpSs/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-1284254868322662761</id><published>2009-04-07T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:51:36.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say don't shop while you're hungry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So the great words of wisdom have been said and now I will add to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ladies: don't go grocery shopping while you're hungry AND during your monthly cycle....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I know this sort of tells you what I am dealing with at the moment, but frankly I don't care! Because this news &lt;strong&gt;NEEDS&lt;/strong&gt; to be shared with all woman alike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I just went to the local grocery store for my lunch break and only spent 10 minutes in there. Wanna know what I came out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-one bag of fun sized babe ruth candy bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-one bag of snack sized almond joys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-one bag of fun sized butterfingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-one hungry man's frozen dinners (for lunch another day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-one BBQ chicken brick oven frozen pizza single dinner (for lunch another day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-one twix bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-one snickers bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-one almond joy bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-one take 5 bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;- 0.55 lbs of pasta salad (for lunch today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-12 pack of kemps ice cream sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;-one BIG bottle of ibuprofen caplets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Yeah, 'nuf said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;In all fairness tho, the bags of candy are to help refill the office candy jar that I indulged myself with yesterday... but still! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Last night, Trevor and I went to Applebee's for a late dinner at about 8:30. I had the boneless BBQ wing appetizer for my main meal and he had a big ol' burger and fries combo....usually he INHALES his food. No lie. But by the time the waitress came back around to see how everything was tasting, I had finished my basket sans one delicious wing (I wanted to save room for desert!) We ordered the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img518.imageshack.us/img518/2752/zxabil6.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;TRIPLE CHOCOLATE MELTDOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;! Guess how many bites Trevor got of this delicious dessert? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;He should've known to eat faster when my Aunt Rose comes for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;visit. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;He should consider this his one and only warning. (jk) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Seriously tho? He's such a great guy! We were watching Smallville and my foot fell asleep the way I was sitting so I start to move around and reposition myself to let the blood flow a little better and he asked what was wrong. I said nothing, just my foot falling asleep. Guess what he did? He started rubbing my feet! (one, two, three, awwww!) :D I'm a lucky gal despite my monthly mood swings and grocery trips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-1284254868322662761?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/1284254868322662761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-say-dont-shop-while-youre-hungry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/1284254868322662761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/1284254868322662761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-say-dont-shop-while-youre-hungry.html' title='They say don&apos;t shop while you&apos;re hungry...'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-5612956518292089410</id><published>2009-03-31T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:50:02.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're So Pretty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my sister! Seriously! She makes me smile and laugh and I know I can tell her anything!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But sometimes, and by sometimes, I mean quite often, she has blond moments. When these do occur, I smile at her and stroke her hair and say, "oh Brittany, you're so pretty!" At least she has THAT going for her!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't get me wrong, she's very smart when she thinks, the problem is, there are definite moments where thoughts escape and her mouth just takes over...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this post will be short and sweet, much like Brittany Ann!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a recent conversation we had this last Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: (to no one in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;particular) "seriously! David, come on! I need to be back at church like, now!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Britt: (trying to help) "Well, where is David?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "In the shower"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Britt: "Well, what is he doing?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: _____(blank stare). "Oh Brittany, you're so pretty!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319410155269952450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SdJXWk94k8I/AAAAAAAAADg/vny3U4QHY0M/s200/blustery+day+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-5612956518292089410?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/5612956518292089410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-so-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/5612956518292089410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/5612956518292089410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-so-pretty.html' title='You&apos;re So Pretty!'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SdJXWk94k8I/AAAAAAAAADg/vny3U4QHY0M/s72-c/blustery+day+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-5508307157392772047</id><published>2009-03-27T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:44:32.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Me Me Me...Now You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I am now currently totally consumed with needing to read &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebigmamablog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Big Mama's Blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on a daily basis because she writes on a daily basis! So with not having much to do at work today, I started reading older posts from previous years that's she wrote.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is one that I decided to follow in her more experienced blogging shoes with. It's called a meme and it's much like a survey you forward to people and answer yourself, just the blog version!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Favorite Memory of your Mother? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My favorite thing about my mom growing up was when we were sick, she babied us! She set up a bed on the living room couch or in her own bed and would give us a glass of water, a bucket (in case we needed it) and a beautiful golden bell. It was in case she wasn't close enough for us to call her, we'd ring the bell and she'd be right there to see what we needed and how we were feeling.&lt;br /&gt;2. Favorite Memory of your Father? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almost everyday, my dad would get home from work and all 6 of us kids would start yelling and jumping around saying "dad's home!" We would be like monkeys waiting to jump on him as soon as his shoes were off and his coat was hung up nicely in the closet. Then he'd turn around and let us jump on him and tackle him to the ground. We would then wrestle with him until one of the kids got a little hurt and he said, "ok, that's enough" and would make sure we were all ok before heading into the kitchen for dinner! The fact that he did that with, again I stress, SIX kids! That's a great dad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My newest favorite memory of my dad was just recently I had him over to my place for dinner and a date. We both had prayed and made a list separately of qualities we wanted in a husband for me. My dad had verses listed by all of his qualities and we prayed and ate and talked and hugged and he helped do the dishes! Probably my favorite right now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Favorite Memory of your Siblings? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh wow, where do I start? With 6 siblings now (we adopted a beautiful blonde 14 year old last year!) the memories range from some with just sisters to just brothers to a mix and to all of us together....I think my favorites are the big meals we all sit around and talk and then spontaneously break into song with harmony....my heart is happy when I think about my family!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What one skill would you like to wake up tomorrow and be able to do (though you’d never learned it)? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish I could dance really really well. I mean like, REALLY well! All kinds. Hip hop, ballerina, jazz, heck, even the fox trot! I'm not bad and I don't have 2 left feet, I just never have been given an opportunity to learn...yet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Which one of your dreams has come true?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I met the man of my dreams! I'm slowly seeing the dream continue to unfold and I'm totally loving every moment! Sometimes I worry that it is all just a dream, but then I tell him to pinch me and he looks at me funny then I pinch myself, and yep! It's real!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317985621293703298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Sc1HvyXYoII/AAAAAAAAADY/Nj0C7UWBOIU/s200/40+blkwhite+bliss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ok, so now you can do these too&lt;/span&gt;! Just copy and paste the questions and fill in your answers...then let me know! I'd love to read them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-5508307157392772047?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/5508307157392772047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-am-now-currently-totally-consumed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/5508307157392772047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/5508307157392772047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-am-now-currently-totally-consumed.html' title='Me Me Me Me...Now You!'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Sc1HvyXYoII/AAAAAAAAADY/Nj0C7UWBOIU/s72-c/40+blkwhite+bliss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-7531877491312111014</id><published>2009-03-27T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:31:49.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dontcha Know!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;I love Minnesota...it has such character! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;So I actually started the blogging frenzy back in 2006 when I first started my blog on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendId=75276485&amp;amp;blogId=400253927"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt; (it's all about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1181220091&amp;amp;ref=profile#/notes.php?id=1181220091&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;hash=163ac1a606ef4bdd7ad272fe3aea2d43"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt; now tho!) I was looking through some of my old blogs and I came across this one I put up back when I lived in Dallas....Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Jeff Foxworthy on Minnesota : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-If you consider it a sport to gather your food by drilling through 18 inches of ice and sitting there all day hoping that the food will swim by, You might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-If you're proud that your state makes the national news 96 nights each year because International Falls is the coldest spot in the nation, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-If you have ever refused to buy something because it's "too spendy", you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-If your local Dairy Queen is closed from November through March, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-If someone in a store offers you assistance, and they don't work there, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-If you have worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-If your town has an equal number of bars and churches, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-If you know how to say...Wayzata ...Mahtomedi, ....Cloquet ... Edina and Shakopee, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-If you think that ketchup is a little too spicy, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-Vacation means going "up north" for the weekend, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-You measure distance in hours, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-You know several people who have hit deer more than once, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-You often switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day .and back again, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-You can drive 65 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard, without flinching, you might live in Minnesota ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-You see people wearing hunting clothes at social events, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked,  you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-You think of the major food groups as beer, fish, and Venison, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-You carry jumper cables in your car and your girlfriend knows how to use them, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-There are 7 empty cars running in the parking lot at Mill's Fleet Farm at any given time, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with  snow, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-You know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter and road construction, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-You can identify a southern or eastern accent, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-Your idea of creative landscaping is a statue of a deer next to your blue spruce, you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-Down South to you means Iowa , you might live in Minnesota . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-If a  brat is something you eat, you might live in Minnesota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;-If you find 0 degrees "a little chilly," you might live in Minnesota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-7531877491312111014?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/7531877491312111014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-dontcha-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/7531877491312111014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/7531877491312111014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-dontcha-know.html' title='Oh Dontcha Know!'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-8658664626831626126</id><published>2009-03-26T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:17:47.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Another Dollar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok, so seriously? Work for the business is going pretty well! The sales guys are doing what they do best and selling steel...sadly for me, we're not buying as much so I have less and less to do as the days go on. I'm the kind of person that NEEDS to keep busy! So this stinks being done with what I can do by 10 or 11 in the morning and then having to sit at my desk and just WAIT for the phone to ring so I can answer it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, I get paid for being here 40 hours a week, so that's what I need to do. Even if that means bugging co-workers and bosses for things to do or sitting around hoping a fax comes over with the words "receiving report" on top!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So as I sit here and twiddle my thumbs and try to get up and walk around every-so-often, I read emails! (thanks to those of you who forward good forwards to me! Gives me something to pass my time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today I got one called "Pennies." Seemed like something I normally just skim through and then use my cursor to drag it to the file marked "delete." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But this one really caught my attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So here it is, for you to enjoy as well!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Scu4gqFDKuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oEKnrLkE6HE/s1600-h/penny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317546656231795426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Scu4gqFDKuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oEKnrLkE6HE/s200/penny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You always hear the usual stories of pennies on the sidewalk being good luck, gifts from angels, etc… This is the first time I've ever heard this twist on the story. Gives you something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband's employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts. Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She casually mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Look at it.' He said. 'Read what it says.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She read the words ‘United States of America’ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, not that; read further.' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'One cent?' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'No, keep reading.' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'In God we Trust?' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Yes!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin, I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at think it is God's way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful! And, God is patient...' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-8658664626831626126?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/8658664626831626126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-day-another-dollar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/8658664626831626126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/8658664626831626126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-day-another-dollar.html' title='Another Day Another Dollar'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Scu4gqFDKuI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oEKnrLkE6HE/s72-c/penny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-3931352521355355562</id><published>2009-03-25T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:35:04.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kids say the darndest things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Who do you think you are?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Nobody"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That was one of the interesting things that came out of my mouth as a child! I had taken some gum from the ashtray in our van and I was caught...my mom DID NOT like that one bit... But what makes it so great was my mom ended up not getting mad because I made her laugh! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes as adults, we say the darndest things too... for example, as posted before, I am a leader for our youth group drama team (e.drama) with Angie. Well, Angie and I try to make it a point to get together at least once a week in addition to practices to iron out "leader" details! (We've become pretty good friends thru this as well). Well, one day we decided to meet over dinner at Green Mill. We were trying to figure out exactly what we wanted to line up for our Fine Arts deal and we had paperwork and folders everywhere while trying to juggle the plates and bread basket and drinks as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angie looked at me and said "I want to take advantage of Mike and Matt" then she continued to rustle thru some of her papers. I just stared at her and started laughing! Now, she didn't literally mean "take advantage" of them (get your head out of the gutter! But she did mean to take advantage of the fact that they are twins! (Identical in fact) and we could use that for a really neat human video! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adults say the darndest things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO where WAS I going with this? Oh yeah! I was going to update on a few unfinished trains of thought from previous blogs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had been writing about my dizzy spells and all the testing involved with that, as well as my sinus surgery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The surgery went well! AND I haven't had any dizzy spells since! I did get medicine stomach and was out sick for a week after the surgery but I haven't had a single sinus infection in 3 months! (Seriously, I think that's a record!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a re-read that whole above part, I realized that the story really doesn't co-incide too well with what I actually wrote about. Oh well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-3931352521355355562?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/3931352521355355562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-say-darndest-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/3931352521355355562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/3931352521355355562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='kids say the darndest things!'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-9144858627247091165</id><published>2009-03-24T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:06:08.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Arts Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wow. So it's exactly a month away that e.drama heads to the cities! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My head is spinning with how much we still need to do!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll fill you in on the history a little here before I head off on all my rabbit trails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I moved home from Dallas the summer of 2007 and within a few months, I was plugged in at church as much as my schedule would let me really with choir practice Thursdays, EPIK (our youth group) Wednesdays, and church on Sundays for both services because of choir, I was really enjoying it because it wasn't TOO much, you know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, in November, my youth pastor, Jon, asked me to get together with another girl (whom I'd never met before) and start up a youth group drama team. Well, we messaged eachother (this other girl and I) on facebook a few times and saw eachother in church with the occasional sweet "hi! how are you?" and of course the "we really should try to figure something out for this!" Guess what? It didn't happen. :D Well, for a year anyway. The fall of 2008 we decided to finally get our butts in gear and meet up for some ideas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turns out we had a TON of them!!! We even put on our own little drama to introduce the fact that we were starting a drama team. I guess it was pretty good because we thought we'd get maybe like, 7 kids who were interested come to the meeting and we were crossing our fingers for at least one or two boys....we now have 7 boys and 12 girls that come on a regular basis! How sweet is that?!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So we've put on 5 skits/human videos in the past 2 1/2 months! We're currently working on 5 more human videos and one more skit! For those of you who don't know what a human video is, it is a story to music. Kind of like a music video, but moreso because it's on stage, we put more of a story to it then music videos usually show. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So with our 19 kids and the many projects going on at once, it is getting pretty hectic! We practice every Wednesday night before youth group and Sundays at 1pm...what makes it even MORE hectic, is that we are planning on competing in a Fine Arts Competition in EXACTLY ONE MONTH!!!! We have sooo much to do! Only 1/3 of the large group human video is planned out and the scripts for the large drama skit still need to be memorized! Luckily blocking is taken care of as well as I'm finishing up the costume side of things this afternoon at church. T-shirts have been ordered and paid for, the initial registration forms will be sent out today and the check for the competition sent out after two board members sign it on Sunday. I'm waiting on a few more parent permission slips and trying to iron out 2 more vans to GET us to the cities that weekend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The total upside of all this happening is that I can see how I've been able to let God use me to speak into these kids' lives and how amazing it is to see them minister to their peers thru really intense human videos and cheesy/funny skits! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even tho it's hectic, I know I'm definitely extremely lucky to be part of this! I'm excited for it all to climax and see how they do because if they get a score of Superior with Invitation, we get to go to ORLANDO, FL in August!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cross your fingers! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316786129450893794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SckE0LClAeI/AAAAAAAAACA/klN684nqRWk/s320/e+drama.jpg" border="0" /&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/8258922698060150670-9144858627247091165?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/9144858627247091165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/fine-arts-frenzy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/9144858627247091165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/9144858627247091165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/fine-arts-frenzy.html' title='Fine Arts Frenzy'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SckE0LClAeI/AAAAAAAAACA/klN684nqRWk/s72-c/e+drama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-913267408302382798</id><published>2009-03-23T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:22:51.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one blustery day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Scf6pYSs6UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JH0vZQw6Qbg/s1600-h/90+blkwhite+blistery+day.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316493473936632130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Scf6pYSs6UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JH0vZQw6Qbg/s320/90+blkwhite+blistery+day.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A blustery day" sounds like something out of a Winnie the Pooh story huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I definitely felt like Piglet about to be blown away in the wind yesterday afternoon at the same time as being swept away by my handsome new beau!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me back up. Trevor and I met in high school. He saw me first when I was in my high school's rendition of "Grease." I guess I just looked so darn cute up there in my little gray sweater and plaid 50's style skirt that he said he was immediately attracted to me! (one, two, three..."awwww")&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, just because he liked me doesn't mean anything happened. In fact, he was so shy and a little intimidated by me, that the way he acted around me made me think he hated me! I remember one day after school had just gotten out for the day, I was hyper and standing by the doors with a bunch of friends outside of the music pod. Trevor came out of the music pod and as he walked by my friends and me, I stepped out and put my hand up and said "HIGH FIVE!" Well, truth be told, he paused, looked at me, looked at my hand, and took off. He TOTALLY left me hanging! So you can see where I thought he didn't like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anywho, we continued at school together. We were chemistry lab partners as well as sat at the same table at lunch. We got to know each other pretty well, but I thought I just annoyed him still...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, as luck (or God) would have it, I started working at the Holiday Inn Conference Center last May. Guess who works in the kitchen as a cook for the Green Mill? Yep, Trevor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was awkward at first for us to start talking again, but two weeks ago, he asked my dad if he could date me....my dad said since we had known each other so long (4 1/2 years by now) and as long as he treated me respectfully, he could ask me....well of course I said yes!!&lt;br /&gt;SO! Yesterday my little sister tagged along with us as we goofed around at Robins Island Park in Willmar and she took pictures of us. I played around with some of them today, and these are a few of my favorites!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316492391633887698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Scf5qYZnodI/AAAAAAAAABY/0sqJqtgMDTM/s320/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316492404633384194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Scf5rI08NQI/AAAAAAAAABo/kv6CKWtNA4E/s320/100+blkwhite+cropped.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316492395789074514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Scf5qn4SwFI/AAAAAAAAABg/aS1rxzWlr18/s320/22+blkwhite.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316492376910924962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Scf5phjZDKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BK-RKwAyEFw/s320/23+blkwhite+cropped.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-913267408302382798?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/913267408302382798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-blustery-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/913267408302382798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/913267408302382798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-blustery-day.html' title='one blustery day'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/Scf6pYSs6UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JH0vZQw6Qbg/s72-c/90+blkwhite+blistery+day.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-7958425440796744012</id><published>2008-12-17T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:25:24.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A finale...hopefully</title><content type='html'>Ok. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;I am having surgery on my sinuses on December 31st, 2008. It will clear up my many sinus infections that I get on a regular basis by correcting a few problems in my sinuses.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ALSO hoping that because your sinuses are connected to your ears, that those dizzy spells will be gone for good then as well.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be an in-out daytime procedure where my parents will drive me there and back to my apartment where the only thing I'll need is lots of klenex to stop any nose bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;What's kinda interesting is I have a solo in church that next Sunday...just a few short days after my surgery...we'll see how that goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-7958425440796744012?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/7958425440796744012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2008/12/finalehopefully.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/7958425440796744012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/7958425440796744012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2008/12/finalehopefully.html' title='A finale...hopefully'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-9203900852113603775</id><published>2008-11-05T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:26:00.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick update on life</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a while since I've blogged...so here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is definitely hectic as of lately! So here's what's been going on:&lt;br /&gt;-the doctor gave me a higher dosage of the meds I am taking (from 50 to 100mg) and I am supposed to take those at night (not gonna lie, I forget a lot)&lt;br /&gt;-my sinuses have been worse so I'm going in to see a specialist about possibly getting a surgury done to open up my sinus cavaties to make the infections possibly go away for good-almost! (another plus side is that my sinuses may be connected to the dizzy spells I've been having so if I get that fixed the spells may follow suit)&lt;br /&gt;-family stuff keeps me pretty busy&lt;br /&gt;    - we just had a HUGE birthday bash for 4 of our family members...you can go to &lt;a href="http://amylandinreeb.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://amylandinreeb.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and get more info on that if you'd like! Needless to say, it was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;-we got a new addition to the family: her name is Zoey, she's a black lab mixed with something I can't remember and she has a cute little white paw in front. She is pretty much always hyper!&lt;br /&gt;-I have a solo in church coming up, November 16th I'll be singing with our choir but up front and with a solo! I've been working pretty hard on it so I hope it turns out well! It gets REALLY low...&lt;br /&gt;-Night of Music has been trugging along learning new music... it's only a month away! I'm getting pretty excited for it!&lt;br /&gt;-epik is running smoothly and we're starting up (tonight's the first actual practice) a drama group! Another girl from church and I are co-leaders and we're extremely excited!&lt;br /&gt;-my roommate moved out so finances are tighter but I know I can do it...I did it before she moved in! It'll just be nice if I can find another girl to fill the space and help with the rent.&lt;br /&gt;-work is going well, it's a slower season so I feel like I might be annoying my boss sometimes asking him for new projects and things to do to fill my time. But it'll pick up eventually so I'm not complaining, I should enjoy this slower time while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm thinking about another trip to the Philippines with the same group as last time. Rob, our leader, asked me to pray about it and I'm leaning towards "yes" but want to make sure it's God's will before I commit to it.&lt;br /&gt;-With that, I really want to give myself a Christmas gift of visiting Dallas and everyone down there...I miss them a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...there's more, but I wanted to make this short!!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just really glad I don't work at all this weekend and don't have any big plans or commitments...I'm just gonna chill!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-9203900852113603775?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/9203900852113603775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-update-on-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/9203900852113603775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/9203900852113603775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-update-on-life.html' title='A quick update on life'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-5945618563895762532</id><published>2008-10-05T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:52:17.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday's appointment</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to the doctor's on Wednesday and it only lasted about 20 minutes in and out. But we came up with a few options: I could see a neurologist who specializes in brain activity and see my options there, or I could start taking these meds. The meds are a hit and miss diagnosis to see if I have a problem in my blood vessels.  As you move around and change positions thru-out the day, your blood vessels contract and change to allow your blood to flow differently I guess....well my dizzy spells may be because my blood vessels are not doing this correctly. But the only way to find out is to see if the medicine I take helps or not. So I'm taking these meds once a day that help to relax my blood vessels...the side effects? I feel tired ALL day long. I feel like the life has been sucked out of me. But I am going to be on these pills for a month to see how my  body reacts then go back to the doctor's. If the spells get better, we found the problem. If not, I will be going to see that neurologist soon after.&lt;br /&gt;To be perfectly honest, I haven't had a big one yet while on the meds, but the little ones seemed to have increased and I feel like I have a headache 24/7... I might go in sooner if they don't get better in the next week or so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-5945618563895762532?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/5945618563895762532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2008/10/wednesdays-appointment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/5945618563895762532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/5945618563895762532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2008/10/wednesdays-appointment.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s appointment'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-4509983429381285318</id><published>2008-09-29T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:24:01.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update</title><content type='html'>Well,&lt;br /&gt;So far, the three tests (CAT scan, EEG and HOLTER monitor) all came back normal.&lt;br /&gt;So Wednesday I have another appointment to see where to go from here. Dr. Mulder had said we'd look into stress related causes, so maybe that's what's next on the list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens I'm totally ok with it...I just wanna KNOW! Half the battle is knowing...that's so true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-4509983429381285318?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/4509983429381285318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/4509983429381285318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/4509983429381285318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-update.html' title='Another Update'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-3545793670125595152</id><published>2008-09-16T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:22:48.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Visits</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is. I've decided to try to get this out so if anyone has questions about what's up, I shall refer them to this wonderful blog.&lt;br /&gt;For a few years now I've been having what I would call "dizzy spells" (my mom calls them episodes). Ever since about my 11th grade in high school, every couple of months I would get a dizzy spell. Now, to define this such dizzy spell, I will have to put it into 2 different catagories. 1 - lesser and 2 - greater.  The lesser spells go like this.  I feel a weird feeling in my head and notice my vision gets quite blurry, I reach for something to stable myself or I sit down if I am able. My vision gets so bad that I can only make out shapes and if I move my head at all, it makes the dizzy feeling worse so I just close my eyes for the next few moments until it passes. After my vision clears and I can stand up fine, I get this extreme headache that makes it hard to even concentrate on anything. The greater spells (not because they're better, but because they're more severre) start the same way but my vision goes completely black and I have on more than one occasion, lost consciousness.  I have been lucky that I can tell when they're coming on so I get myself to a safe position.&lt;br /&gt;Since they had only been happening once every couple of months or so, it wasn't much of a concern. But about a month ago, I had one Thursday at work. Because of the killer headache, I went home for the afternoon and later that evening I had another one. I stayed home the next day from work but returned Saturday to get some things done. Sunday was going fine until right before I was going to make myself something to eat. I was headed to the kitchen when one came and I lost consciousness. This scared me quite a bit so Monday morning came and I called for a visit to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;My mom went with me and I had some tests taken to see if it was possibly my diet or kidneys or something causing these spells. Nothing showed up and they've continued getting more frequent. Last Thursday, I went to the hospital after a sleep deprived night for 3 tests. The first was an EEG where they glued wires to my head and I had to make myself hyperventilate for a few minutes and then I got to sleep the rest of the test (thankfully). That test was to see if these spells are actually seizures. My next test was a CAT/brain scan. I got a call yesterday to say nothing showed up on that test so thankfully it's not a tumor or mass on my brain.  The final thing at the hospital was a Holter Monitor fitting. It was a take - home heart monitor that I had to wear for 48 hours and keep a journal of my activities and symptoms. I have not gotten the results of either the EEG or the Holter Monitor yet but when I do, I will try to keep this thing updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there it is. In a nutshell. My medical history as of late. I'll keep you updated as I am updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-3545793670125595152?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/3545793670125595152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2008/09/doctor-visits.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/3545793670125595152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/3545793670125595152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2008/09/doctor-visits.html' title='Doctor Visits'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8258922698060150670.post-5094392620116679029</id><published>2007-09-20T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T15:46:10.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting up</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm totally new at this so please stick with me here. I figured, one of the best ways I can express myself and give updates on life at the same time is to blog! So here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty neat, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also figured that one of the ways I really know anything about anyone is what they decide to share with everyone on their blog. For example: my older sister has a blog and I was able to check out the things going on in her family's life when I was living in Dallas. It kept me updated because my hours didn't work so well for calling whenever I so pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty neat, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8258922698060150670-5094392620116679029?l=becks-whatsup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/feeds/5094392620116679029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2007/09/starting-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/5094392620116679029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8258922698060150670/posts/default/5094392620116679029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becks-whatsup.blogspot.com/2007/09/starting-up.html' title='Starting up'/><author><name>becks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13246797429532904305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oEsrAWDKMoY/SoMEc-7VftI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JJC_fz2K8C0/S220/35+blkwhite+cropped.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
