tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6842061124553563322024-03-13T05:05:20.955-07:00Becca's Bavardage . . .Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-63211199497036125652011-05-01T16:09:00.000-07:002011-05-01T16:57:11.215-07:00Spring Break!Fact: BYU does not give us a spring break.<br />Fact: I NEED a spring break, so Melissa and I took one anyway!<br /><br />We went to Snow Canyon State Park which is just a few miles North of St. George. We were hoping for slightly warmer weather than we got, but it was still warmer than Provo would have been!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxx3X10eehA/Tb3qWViklfI/AAAAAAAAA8U/7ip1yFxjk-Y/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxx3X10eehA/Tb3qWViklfI/AAAAAAAAA8U/7ip1yFxjk-Y/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601891180978935282" border="0" /></a>We camped at Quail Creek reservoir and really enjoyed it despite the nights being really cold! Keep that in mind (we're talking 32 degrees or less) when I tell you there was a guy in the camp next to us who slept on top of the picnic area . . . thing, and he was wearing long johns. Yes, JUST long johns.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hc0ybYGgpUc/Tb3qLIhk-WI/AAAAAAAAA8M/RcJOu7FNrRc/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hc0ybYGgpUc/Tb3qLIhk-WI/AAAAAAAAA8M/RcJOu7FNrRc/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601890988506544482" border="0" /></a>We made delicious dutch oven pizza!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--l2-E7uU1J4/Tb3p_m9J5zI/AAAAAAAAA8E/z5vwfVZjle0/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--l2-E7uU1J4/Tb3p_m9J5zI/AAAAAAAAA8E/z5vwfVZjle0/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601890790516844338" border="0" /></a>Making my mark at the sand dunes. :)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MtV-iQc-Fpo/Tb3p1mN43QI/AAAAAAAAA78/eAWle7Qrmrs/s1600/035.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MtV-iQc-Fpo/Tb3p1mN43QI/AAAAAAAAA78/eAWle7Qrmrs/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601890618519903490" border="0" /></a>Some of the spectacular scenery we saw on our hikes!<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eRqK27Ti14/Tb3pkiAvNFI/AAAAAAAAA70/lXxCoJ2UNXU/s1600/046.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_eRqK27Ti14/Tb3pkiAvNFI/AAAAAAAAA70/lXxCoJ2UNXU/s400/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601890325333226578" border="0" /></a>The longest hike we went on was called Three Pond Trail. This is the third pond. The ponds themselves weren't really worth the long hike through mostly loose sand, but then again, I might have enjoyed it more if I wasn't coming down with a doozy of a cold . . .<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhDbIciyPZE/Tb3pY3pfuDI/AAAAAAAAA7s/wPLfqUD4If0/s1600/048.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhDbIciyPZE/Tb3pY3pfuDI/AAAAAAAAA7s/wPLfqUD4If0/s400/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601890124982892594" border="0" /></a>The sand that had accumulated by the end of the Three Ponds Trail. I had no idea loose sand was so difficult to hike through!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHCL2VDdaew/Tb3pML0rJQI/AAAAAAAAA7k/avbZRajA7K0/s1600/065.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHCL2VDdaew/Tb3pML0rJQI/AAAAAAAAA7k/avbZRajA7K0/s400/065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601889907060188418" border="0" /></a><br />This cave was one of our very favorite parts of the park. It was about twenty degrees colder at the mouth of the cave and it totally gave off this creepy vibe. Melissa is still certain she saw a cougar in there!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RfrX85GMtrI/Tb3pB9FQxYI/AAAAAAAAA7c/kvt_bDz0EtU/s1600/069.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RfrX85GMtrI/Tb3pB9FQxYI/AAAAAAAAA7c/kvt_bDz0EtU/s400/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601889731304539522" border="0" /></a>We had to climb down into a big pit to get to the cave and this is the view from the bottom. This actually makes it look much deeper than it was, but it was still pretty cool!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zF6XS-EAfHc/Tb3owyZ9uvI/AAAAAAAAA7U/dd5GYFVeyq0/s1600/082.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zF6XS-EAfHc/Tb3owyZ9uvI/AAAAAAAAA7U/dd5GYFVeyq0/s400/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601889436380805874" border="0" /></a>After we camped out a couple of nights and explored the park, we headed for St. George. We stopped by Brigham Young's winter home which was actually way cooler than I anticipated! Seriously, go take a tour sometime.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C2iSYs1EuQs/Tb3oa16W7DI/AAAAAAAAA7M/7DW2_ByP8Xk/s1600/138.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C2iSYs1EuQs/Tb3oa16W7DI/AAAAAAAAA7M/7DW2_ByP8Xk/s400/138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601889059364858930" border="0" /></a>A kind, fellow tour-goer offered to take a picture of us in the mini orchard at the back of the home. If we look sleep-deprived, it's because we were. We also smelled a lot like campfire smoke. We even heard a woman and the end of the tour wonder what was burning. Next time, we're going to go to civilization <span style="font-style: italic;">before</span> we go camping!<br /><br />After getting Mongolian BBQ and Coldstone, and painting masterful watercolors at the St. George Art Museum, we headed to Enoch to visit Tyann and fam. We really appreciated the showers and the delicious food she fed us! Not to mention playing with the kiddos. Melissa has some pictures but my camera died almost as soon as we got to Enoch! :(<br /><br />Anyway, we have decided to make spring break an annual tradition whether BYU gives us an official one or not. Next year, we're thinking Bryce or Arches!<br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-83948102658331852812011-01-30T19:35:00.000-08:002011-01-30T19:40:01.384-08:00Because Yesterday Was My BirthdayI could (and maybe should) write a post about how fun Christmas was, or how school is going, or even my feelings on current political issues (that would take about three sentences), but because yesterday was my birthday and I feel like I still have some leftover "birthday rights" I'm not going to blog about any of that. Instead, I will show you my new shoes:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TUYuVC1IuWI/AAAAAAAAA7A/H-H97tchvaE/s1600/089.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TUYuVC1IuWI/AAAAAAAAA7A/H-H97tchvaE/s400/089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568188928362068322" border="0" /></a><br />You're very welcome.Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-80972948263566397342010-12-20T01:14:00.000-08:002010-12-20T01:37:37.150-08:00Hooray for Christmas!Lots of fun things have happened this season to get me in the Christmas spirit! Of course, that doesn't take much. :)<br /><br />Me and Melissa decorated our room:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQ8hwSfQI7I/AAAAAAAAA6s/g7Ntw2e0ktA/s1600/168.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQ8hwSfQI7I/AAAAAAAAA6s/g7Ntw2e0ktA/s400/168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552693979051467698" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQ8h-2PxduI/AAAAAAAAA60/WQ7eobXEW4Q/s1600/167.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQ8h-2PxduI/AAAAAAAAA60/WQ7eobXEW4Q/s400/167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552694229168387810" border="0" /></a><br />We went to Riverwoods (gorgeous!):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQ8hk2LK7yI/AAAAAAAAA6k/rc4cFBSW0_U/s1600/233.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQ8hk2LK7yI/AAAAAAAAA6k/rc4cFBSW0_U/s400/233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552693782472486690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQ8hUx81HNI/AAAAAAAAA6c/VCjjvos2zcQ/s1600/248.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQ8hUx81HNI/AAAAAAAAA6c/VCjjvos2zcQ/s400/248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552693506460687570" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And Bree and Carson helped decorate the tree while we watched the First Presidency's Christmas devotional:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQ8hFBurrwI/AAAAAAAAA6U/rbwTsP1m66Y/s1600/174.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQ8hFBurrwI/AAAAAAAAA6U/rbwTsP1m66Y/s400/174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552693235818409730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQ8g1fXnNpI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Er--Zrx5Mxk/s1600/187.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQ8g1fXnNpI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Er--Zrx5Mxk/s400/187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552692968896804498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQ8gSlvtaQI/AAAAAAAAA6E/4Dn6hBDpyh0/s1600/DSC07696.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQ8gSlvtaQI/AAAAAAAAA6E/4Dn6hBDpyh0/s400/DSC07696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552692369313065218" border="0" /></a><br />I love this time of year!Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-19078270444184378072010-12-12T23:07:00.000-08:002010-12-12T23:22:30.773-08:00One Thing I Like About Halloween<div>I know it's much closer to Christmas than Halloween, but the pumpkins me and Melissa carved this year were AWESOME, so I had to share. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQXHzVDlsWI/AAAAAAAAA58/DYlK4mhtH8s/s1600/DSC07626.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQXHzVDlsWI/AAAAAAAAA58/DYlK4mhtH8s/s400/DSC07626.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550061800443457890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQXHkTSNaKI/AAAAAAAAA50/oTKYmMPN6G0/s1600/DSC07629.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQXHkTSNaKI/AAAAAAAAA50/oTKYmMPN6G0/s400/DSC07629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550061542269872290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My Beatles pumpkin!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQXHRes4GeI/AAAAAAAAA5k/dxqUsxLvACQ/s1600/DSC07640.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQXHRes4GeI/AAAAAAAAA5k/dxqUsxLvACQ/s400/DSC07640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550061218916997602" /></a><br /><div><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQXHYbKjZFI/AAAAAAAAA5s/qTjb3xK91LA/s400/DSC07634.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550061338226811986" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Melissa's Hunger Games pumpkin!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQXG1y5HpoI/AAAAAAAAA5c/swOsQeUyGFo/s1600/DSC07648.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TQXG1y5HpoI/AAAAAAAAA5c/swOsQeUyGFo/s400/DSC07648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550060743300720258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The two of us being happy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dySFbVX-r058eviJApj9fM8zRyKvmyxep7gcrSrTR9yXmv1sQ_odjTrnFROvr7zsOmTlG4yIqCJ7-obFL4vyQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Melissa EATING raw pumpkin! Bleh.</div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-92058996838973412022010-12-05T15:24:00.000-08:002010-12-05T16:51:25.019-08:00These Are a Few of My Favorite Things. . . or pictures. Here you go:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwsVMTBW0I/AAAAAAAAA5U/V15cgD-ki8M/s1600/DSC07561.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwsVMTBW0I/AAAAAAAAA5U/V15cgD-ki8M/s400/DSC07561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547357583603489602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwn9DgB8xI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dzZmXQsnRDo/s1600/DSC07556.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwn9DgB8xI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dzZmXQsnRDo/s400/DSC07556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547352770878763794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwnuVBVX2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/Ntp3ooOZtho/s1600/DSC07553.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwnuVBVX2I/AAAAAAAAA5E/Ntp3ooOZtho/s400/DSC07553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547352517883813730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwneg7-fBI/AAAAAAAAA48/fRWNRXt9BxA/s1600/DSC07547.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwneg7-fBI/AAAAAAAAA48/fRWNRXt9BxA/s400/DSC07547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547352246204660754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwnOCQujlI/AAAAAAAAA40/ORw_7qZwEW4/s1600/DSC07524.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwnOCQujlI/AAAAAAAAA40/ORw_7qZwEW4/s400/DSC07524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547351963092291154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwh_IAb8-I/AAAAAAAAA4k/mR_rKlCU6Cg/s1600/DSC07527.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwh_IAb8-I/AAAAAAAAA4k/mR_rKlCU6Cg/s400/DSC07527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547346209378399202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwhum9M_JI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7rgpgXOYzCM/s1600/DSC07505.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwhum9M_JI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7rgpgXOYzCM/s400/DSC07505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547345925628558482" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwgkPAUwuI/AAAAAAAAA4U/y2JVW78kV8M/s1600/DSC07484.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwgkPAUwuI/AAAAAAAAA4U/y2JVW78kV8M/s400/DSC07484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547344647888880354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwgQDliW3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/w9kKvUc_UvA/s1600/DSC07487.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwgQDliW3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/w9kKvUc_UvA/s400/DSC07487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547344301226351474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwgE3YJy3I/AAAAAAAAA4E/KJZ9rrrmRtE/s1600/DSC07473.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TPwgE3YJy3I/AAAAAAAAA4E/KJZ9rrrmRtE/s400/DSC07473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547344108970429298" border="0" /></a>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-67806683204422227662010-11-10T14:37:00.000-08:002010-11-10T15:02:14.713-08:00DreamsToday in Statistics 121, the girl sitting next to me asked me if I was a writer. I was a bit startled by the question, until she gestured at my notebook where I had been writing snippets of a story instead of taking notes. I found myself nodding and smiling in answer to her question without hesitation. We both turned our attention back to the lecture (mostly)<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>, but I keep thinking about what would have happened if she'd asked the follow up question: "So, what have you written?"<br /><br />Uh . . . Well, I have a blog. And the margins of most of my notebooks have random bits of potential stories. I have a few short stories floating around from my high school days, and once upon a time I started writing a young adult novel, but I'm only five pages into it after five years, so . . .<br /><br />That's how I would have had to answer the girl in my stats class. So while I think of myself as a writer, I have to wonder if others would think the same if they knew that I haven't ever finished anything that could be considered worthy of publication.<br /><br />When I got home from stats, I stumbled across<a href="http://writingonthewallblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/reaching.html"> this article</a> which made me wonder if I've stopped reaching. In high school and even before, I wrote <span style="font-style: italic;">all the time, </span>and I'm not even counting the stuff I wrote for school. We're just talking about fun stuff here! I made a dedicated effort to take writing classes and tried to improve. I wrote every day. Now, the only writing I get done is in the margins of my stats notes.<br /><br />So, I guess the real question is, how do I maintain a concerted effort to be a <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> writer and still get everything else done that I need to? And don't suggest that I should drop out of school to become a writer, because I'll do it as soon as someone gives me permission. ;)Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-50242790635303864512010-10-19T16:09:00.000-07:002010-10-19T17:14:45.470-07:00ArchesI just barely realized that I haven't blogged about one of my favorite vacations ever! In July, me and los parentos went down to check out Arches National Park, and it was incredible. I have a billion pictures, and none of them really do that place justice. I highly recommend going!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4qo1qa2_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/hahgflHCRD0/s1600/Arches+022.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4qo1qa2_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/hahgflHCRD0/s400/Arches+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529904273545681906" border="0" /></a>We dubbed this formation the Black Pearl because we thought it looked like a pirate ship.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4qV0aLNcI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/8XYpRSoBztA/s1600/Arches+053.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4qV0aLNcI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/8XYpRSoBztA/s400/Arches+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529903946791597506" border="0" /></a>Mom and Dad at Balanced Rock. It was definitely Dad's favorite; he couldn't stop talking about it!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4qGes0bFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/nqcTtd1N60s/s1600/Arches+093.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4qGes0bFI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/nqcTtd1N60s/s400/Arches+093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529903683266178130" border="0" /></a>This Indian guy insisted on taking our picture at Double Arch, and he was going all crazy and lying down on the ground to take our picture. I like the wacky angle of this one though, and it's one of the few pictures of all three of us together.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4p1XF0fdI/AAAAAAAAA3I/4MdRr-hZpDY/s1600/Arches+141.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4p1XF0fdI/AAAAAAAAA3I/4MdRr-hZpDY/s400/Arches+141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529903389165780434" border="0" /></a>The famous one! Delicate Arch was my favorite, despite the long, 7 AM hike we took to get there. It was so worth it! It was seriously one of the COOLEST things I have ever seen. And a lot bigger than I imagined, too. If you look really close, you can see a couple of tiny people under it if you want to get a sense of scale.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4okskZaGI/AAAAAAAAA3A/JGs_frI1yhc/s1600/Arches+162.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4okskZaGI/AAAAAAAAA3A/JGs_frI1yhc/s400/Arches+162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529902003361769570" border="0" /></a>Mom and Dad pretending to be ol' homesteaders at the cabin of one of the original settlers of the area. They're the best. :)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4oSiiI6JI/AAAAAAAAA24/1R2QZGBjjI4/s1600/Arches+205.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4oSiiI6JI/AAAAAAAAA24/1R2QZGBjjI4/s400/Arches+205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529901691430299794" border="0" /></a>A spectacular view of the canyons created by the convergence of the Green and Colorado rivers. SO awesome! It was really almost as good as the Grand Canyon.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4oDRCK8SI/AAAAAAAAA2w/A0Nih1t1JdI/s1600/Arches+225.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4oDRCK8SI/AAAAAAAAA2w/A0Nih1t1JdI/s400/Arches+225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529901429034774818" border="0" /></a>Anyone know what kind of flower this is? It was so pretty, and probably about eight feet tall! I was standing right under it when I took this.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4n0U19CtI/AAAAAAAAA2o/_Or0yoXNzsg/s1600/Arches+246.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4n0U19CtI/AAAAAAAAA2o/_Or0yoXNzsg/s400/Arches+246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529901172359236306" border="0" /></a>My delicious gnocchi! We had dinner one night at a fantastic little Italian place in Moab, and I was so hungry after hiking around all day, that I ate this ENTIRE thing!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4ndMEl0uI/AAAAAAAAA2g/RjmdABtcMDs/s1600/Arches+248.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4ndMEl0uI/AAAAAAAAA2g/RjmdABtcMDs/s400/Arches+248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529900774867718882" border="0" /></a>Mom insisted on ice cream or milkshakes every night, and this little tiny shack thing is apparently the place to go for milkshakes in Moab. They were quite delicious.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4nQ7aIUOI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/s6he_NjAo8w/s1600/Arches+252.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4nQ7aIUOI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/s6he_NjAo8w/s400/Arches+252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529900564236226786" border="0" /></a>I was in love with all the funky trees in the area. They seriously grow in the weirdest places and into such unusual shapes. Mom and Dad kept laughing at me for taking pictures of trees instead of rock formations. :)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4m_8xqdQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dYFMIzurqpU/s1600/Arches+268.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4m_8xqdQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dYFMIzurqpU/s400/Arches+268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529900272545592578" border="0" /></a>Dad being a Native American(?) at Delicate Arch. I really liked the hike to this one because it was easy and there was an abundance of really cool things to look at.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4mv_nhH8I/AAAAAAAAA2I/Q-dhQstc5ek/s1600/Arches+287.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4mv_nhH8I/AAAAAAAAA2I/Q-dhQstc5ek/s400/Arches+287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529899998430437314" border="0" /></a>For the life of me, I can't remember what this formation is called. I think it's one of the Windows, but I'm not sure. Anyway, it was cool because it was one of the few that you can actually go right up under.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4miX2JC3I/AAAAAAAAA2A/P_hiQZrg60U/s1600/Arches+292.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TL4miX2JC3I/AAAAAAAAA2A/P_hiQZrg60U/s400/Arches+292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529899764416056178" border="0" /></a>I believe this one is Turret Arch, but you can't really see the part that looks like a turret in this picture. This always reminds me of something funny. We were walking back from this one, and this guy behind us was like, "Look! Red sand!" and literally ran off the path (which is forbidden in that place), freaking out about the red sand. Now, you have to understand that ALL of Arches is red sand. Literally. That's all there is. You can understand why we didn't stop laughing at that guy for a couple days. :)<br /><br />This trip was a little different because it was just me and the parents, and we kept saying how we need to bring Neil and the grandkids to see it, but it was really quite nice to have a chance to hang out with just my parents. We had a lot of fun!<br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-56060569048624761152010-09-24T08:36:00.001-07:002010-09-24T08:47:22.621-07:00Hobbit Day!Okay, so hopefully everyone knows by now that I'm a nerd. In case you didn't, here's the story of what I did yesterday.<br /><br />I discovered on Twitter that it was Hobbit Day yesterday, or the day traditionally celebrated as Bilbo and Frodo's birthdays. It's very legitimate; it even has a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hobbit_Day">Wikipedia article</a>, and we all know that Wikipedia is a reliable source of information. Ahem.<br /><br />Anyway, Melissa and I decided to celebrate with what SOME people call lava cakes. They are, of course, actually hobbit cakes. Anyway, we lit honorary birthday candles (which turned out to be trick candles as you will see in a moment) and watched the party scene from <span style="font-style: italic;">Fellowship of the Ring.</span> It was a good party. :)<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TJzFm1m-ZkI/AAAAAAAAA1o/s7ii9h0Ub7Y/s1600/DSC07293.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TJzFm1m-ZkI/AAAAAAAAA1o/s7ii9h0Ub7Y/s400/DSC07293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520504514265638466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwdDv-WMVlyCIVSNORks72x8nq5e3fsilAjbopLx6mG73Ow4kzJxV1jm_G77f--L1AnvtHJz6EiENYsm-CF-A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-43924134195004841242010-09-24T08:16:00.001-07:002010-09-24T08:35:49.888-07:00The Cool Thing About CollegePeople in college do really awesome things sometimes. Young adults are in a strange place because a great many of us haven't grown up at all yet, so we're really just kids pretending to be adults. Or maybe adults pretending to be kids. I believe the technical term is kidult. :) Not always good, I know, but sometimes very entertaining.<br /><br />For instance, as I was walking across campus on Wednesday, it started to pour. A couple guys in front of me immediately started singing "Singing In the Rain" at the top of their lungs, <span style="font-style: italic;">complete with the entire dance.</span><br /><br />A couple weeks ago, I was hanging out with my roommates in our apartment, when three guys wielding Nerf guns burst in and shot us. Then we all had brownies together.<br /><br />And last night, my neighbors did this:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TJzDB43WmEI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Vb0QZyEhENM/s1600/DSC07296.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TJzDB43WmEI/AAAAAAAAA1g/Vb0QZyEhENM/s400/DSC07296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520501680461224002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TJzC31HtC5I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/e1J6oH-BIY8/s1600/DSC07297.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TJzC31HtC5I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/e1J6oH-BIY8/s400/DSC07297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520501507657370514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TJzCcH4xMrI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/6EslTEKoLkE/s1600/DSC07299.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TJzCcH4xMrI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/6EslTEKoLkE/s400/DSC07299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520501031658664626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />And that's what I like about college.Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-78334898772798752422010-08-24T16:56:00.000-07:002010-08-24T17:19:18.527-07:00The KidsDon't know if you know it or not, but I have the cutest nieces and nephews in the world. Hands down. I even have proof:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRgc3qrIhI/AAAAAAAAA04/J6i8uvd8D7Y/s1600/258.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRgc3qrIhI/AAAAAAAAA04/J6i8uvd8D7Y/s400/258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509134293276500498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRf9fPv8zI/AAAAAAAAA0w/7LX5SqBoFQ4/s1600/209.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRf9fPv8zI/AAAAAAAAA0w/7LX5SqBoFQ4/s400/209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509133754145174322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRfn2cyMTI/AAAAAAAAA0o/R_aH-vXW14o/s1600/210.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRfn2cyMTI/AAAAAAAAA0o/R_aH-vXW14o/s400/210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509133382416740658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRfPrCTA8I/AAAAAAAAA0g/3Z2PjQb3j3Q/s1600/DSC07274.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRfPrCTA8I/AAAAAAAAA0g/3Z2PjQb3j3Q/s400/DSC07274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509132967035995074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRfCkaDMRI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/67C6drirbQY/s1600/DSC07265.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRfCkaDMRI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/67C6drirbQY/s400/DSC07265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509132741918273810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRezLHQdJI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/_PgzYk5A8LY/s1600/DSC07207.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRezLHQdJI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/_PgzYk5A8LY/s400/DSC07207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509132477430527122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRednpFACI/AAAAAAAAA0I/rDUTW8NsWqI/s1600/DSC07200.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRednpFACI/AAAAAAAAA0I/rDUTW8NsWqI/s400/DSC07200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509132107131453474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THReM97iAtI/AAAAAAAAA0A/MHrbU7hrHZA/s1600/DSC07282.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THReM97iAtI/AAAAAAAAA0A/MHrbU7hrHZA/s400/DSC07282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509131821056656082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRdIXM1GVI/AAAAAAAAAz4/DkVxz4wINlM/s1600/067.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRdIXM1GVI/AAAAAAAAAz4/DkVxz4wINlM/s400/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509130642429122898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRc5EbyRnI/AAAAAAAAAzw/YuhsBHDB7Pw/s1600/086.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/THRc5EbyRnI/AAAAAAAAAzw/YuhsBHDB7Pw/s400/086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509130379693540978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There you have it.Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-27349947157102289072010-07-16T15:53:00.000-07:002010-07-16T16:35:56.409-07:00Jackson Pollock DayOkay, if you don't already know who Jackson Pollock is, check out this Wikipedia article:<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackson_Pollock">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackson_Pollock</a><br /><br />My friend Melissa learned about him this past semester in her Humanities class, and she got the genius idea to create a painting the same way Jackson Pollock did. Here's what we started with:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDqMotbO6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/AvxaBgCj3aM/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDqMotbO6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/AvxaBgCj3aM/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494649048199281570" border="0" /></a>A large white sheet held down with bricks made a perfect canvass!<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDqBpSrvCI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Sp68JalGukk/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDqBpSrvCI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Sp68JalGukk/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494648859376991266" border="0" /></a>We found as many diverse things to splatter paint with as we could, including flowers, sticks, scrapers, and even paintbrushes. ;)<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDp2_6SF1I/AAAAAAAAAyY/mkH7HwjhcpY/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDp2_6SF1I/AAAAAAAAAyY/mkH7HwjhcpY/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494648676470101842" border="0" /></a>The work in progress . . .<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDpoo-l1bI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/bflIqcIIdWE/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDpoo-l1bI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/bflIqcIIdWE/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494648429795988914" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDpe3J7LRI/AAAAAAAAAyI/GvvZ9RebZuA/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDpe3J7LRI/AAAAAAAAAyI/GvvZ9RebZuA/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494648261802929426" border="0" /></a>We signed our names, but then painted mostly over them. You can still find them if you know where to look.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDpW4xRSFI/AAAAAAAAAyA/TxtGkVvNjbg/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDpW4xRSFI/AAAAAAAAAyA/TxtGkVvNjbg/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494648124797438034" border="0" /></a>We had to scrounge for paint because, well, paint is expensive. Some of the old stuff we had in the garage wasn't exactly in working order . . .<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDpQtHIdvI/AAAAAAAAAx4/mY0tFauh678/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDpQtHIdvI/AAAAAAAAAx4/mY0tFauh678/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494648018588694258" border="0" /></a>Me, looking like a caveman.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDpFJxhjxI/AAAAAAAAAxw/qKHxczReu9c/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDpFJxhjxI/AAAAAAAAAxw/qKHxczReu9c/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494647820124262162" border="0" /></a>My hand (left) and Melissa's after dipping them in the weird pink paint (above). It eventually became, in form and color, much like cottage cheese and Jello salad. Weird!<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDo3RPbUnI/AAAAAAAAAxo/fvWDLnrDOkI/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDo3RPbUnI/AAAAAAAAAxo/fvWDLnrDOkI/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494647581610562162" border="0" /></a>Our paint-splattered legs and feet.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDni7G2eCI/AAAAAAAAAxY/0_IatQV9dbk/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDni7G2eCI/AAAAAAAAAxY/0_IatQV9dbk/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494646132560001058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDomVAVTEI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ua83ocwu2Wc/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TEDomVAVTEI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ua83ocwu2Wc/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494647290563218498" border="0" /></a>The artists (don't look at me too long; it's not my favorite picture of myself) and the finished project! We decided we need to do some more. We thought one made entirely of warm colors or cool colors would be awesome, as well as white paint on a black sheet.<br /><br />So, anyone have any paint we can have? ;)<br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-44511275510576861812010-07-02T13:30:00.000-07:002010-07-02T13:42:23.632-07:00Bree's Birthday!A couple weeks ago, we got to go over the Taylor and Faith's to celebrate Bree's 4th birthday! She was way excited, and so cute. It's so fun to see her grow (even if it's only half an inch since her last birthday ;) ) and see her little mind develop (at a somewhat alarming rate!).<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TC5NJhQcSgI/AAAAAAAAAwM/qo-8GOZw8T4/s1600/082.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TC5NJhQcSgI/AAAAAAAAAwM/qo-8GOZw8T4/s320/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489409821752707586" border="0" /></a>She was so excited about her stingray cake!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TC5OMNAQyqI/AAAAAAAAAwU/EJ7HWXpCaSw/s1600/085.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TC5OMNAQyqI/AAAAAAAAAwU/EJ7HWXpCaSw/s320/085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489410967367371426" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Bree and her cousins, McKayla and Kyler, checking out the loot!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TC5M7tofvOI/AAAAAAAAAwE/DsOZ2zocc5g/s1600/091.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TC5M7tofvOI/AAAAAAAAAwE/DsOZ2zocc5g/s320/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489409584556653794" border="0" /></a>Opening presents!<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TC5M0PmzbCI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vXpcJRFV390/s1600/098.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TC5M0PmzbCI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vXpcJRFV390/s320/098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489409456237407266" border="0" /></a>Her cousins were good helpers with the present opening. :)<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TC5MqVseA-I/AAAAAAAAAv0/piA1-SfboEc/s1600/102.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TC5MqVseA-I/AAAAAAAAAv0/piA1-SfboEc/s320/102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489409286073091042" border="0" /></a>And just because he's cute, here's a picture of Carson.<br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-77663604490837033632010-06-27T16:07:00.000-07:002010-06-27T16:36:12.274-07:00Memorial Day WeekendWe all went down to Tyann and Dave's NEW house in Enoch for Memorial Day. It was quite the party!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfb7ElRvZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/cxlJuS0gpx8/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfb7ElRvZI/AAAAAAAAAvk/cxlJuS0gpx8/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487596478863097234" border="0" /></a>I think this picture illustrates how different these two little guys are nicely. They totally crack me up!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfb0wTY76I/AAAAAAAAAvc/5FCfw4kWwFg/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfb0wTY76I/AAAAAAAAAvc/5FCfw4kWwFg/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487596370340147106" border="0" /></a>Jarrett and Bree hopping around in pillowcases. Don't ask, 'cause I don't know.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We went to a nearby park for a traditional Memorial Day picnic of KFC. Me and the kids played a very interesting combo of Avatar and pirates. It was FUN.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfbugElw_I/AAAAAAAAAvU/40lZ2fyDQyw/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfbugElw_I/AAAAAAAAAvU/40lZ2fyDQyw/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487596262903890930" border="0" /></a>A rare moment in which Carson was not running away screaming from his cousin.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfbi5Tw0TI/AAAAAAAAAvM/lTZGiD2Nsmk/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfbi5Tw0TI/AAAAAAAAAvM/lTZGiD2Nsmk/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487596063519985970" border="0" /></a>Jarrett enjoying another traditional Memorial Day treat!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfbUJ4yKcI/AAAAAAAAAvE/PssMHKTkWVw/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfbUJ4yKcI/AAAAAAAAAvE/PssMHKTkWVw/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487595810272192962" border="0" /></a>Who knew Bree's mouth was that big? ;)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfbH6aFrkI/AAAAAAAAAu8/XFX-UQTO-po/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfbH6aFrkI/AAAAAAAAAu8/XFX-UQTO-po/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487595599958486594" border="0" /></a>Another rare moment in which Ronny and Carson appear to be getting along.<br /><br /><br />We also celebrated Rachel and Ronny's birthdays when we were there.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfa3wdyuYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KthTAW6hoeA/s1600/045.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfa3wdyuYI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KthTAW6hoeA/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487595322411760002" border="0" /></a>The birthday kids and cake.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfavz38xqI/AAAAAAAAAus/SfycHM1Qyvg/s1600/048.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfavz38xqI/AAAAAAAAAus/SfycHM1Qyvg/s320/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487595185887823522" border="0" /></a>I LOVE their dark eyes! Rachel looks far too grown up, though.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfaoIp-IGI/AAAAAAAAAuk/oGapc9LLeRw/s1600/052.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfaoIp-IGI/AAAAAAAAAuk/oGapc9LLeRw/s320/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487595054027382882" border="0" /></a>Ronny using chopsticks! As you can imagine, more ended up on the floor than in his mouth, but he had fun.<br /><br /><br />We also went to visit the St. George temple. It was so pretty and the kids loved it!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfadl4Rg1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Am1cYdeKHyc/s1600/060.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfadl4Rg1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Am1cYdeKHyc/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487594872893440850" border="0" /></a>They were WAY more interested in the bugs that were gathering on the light than me taking their picture.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfaQjFlrKI/AAAAAAAAAuU/eXnWeRhADJ8/s1600/061.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfaQjFlrKI/AAAAAAAAAuU/eXnWeRhADJ8/s320/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487594648805682338" border="0" /></a>ALMOST everyone looking at the camera. Silly Jarrett!<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfZ8OUGorI/AAAAAAAAAuM/GYVcFTiPm5o/s1600/063.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfZ8OUGorI/AAAAAAAAAuM/GYVcFTiPm5o/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487594299632034482" border="0" /></a>The temple. I was surprised at how well my camera did in the poor lighting.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfZ0lrjZmI/AAAAAAAAAuE/rGd1rj9c6Gc/s1600/064.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfZ0lrjZmI/AAAAAAAAAuE/rGd1rj9c6Gc/s320/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487594168465450594" border="0" /></a>The kids on the temple steps. Ronny is trying to escape and Jarrett is making a funny face, but at least they're all looking! :)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfgJyUYeKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/5597P39AwWc/s1600/066.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfgJyUYeKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/5597P39AwWc/s320/066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487601129704945826" border="0" /></a>And here's a big, happy Livvy-smile for you!<br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-20739957823667228742010-06-27T15:38:00.000-07:002010-06-27T15:52:48.655-07:00Another Adventure of Bree and CarsonAt the beginning of this month (I think. This is [once again] so late that I don't remember exactly when it was), a fire hydrant up the street was spewing water. So, what else is one to do but go play in it? I remember when I was about eight or nine and they did the same thing with the hydrant at the end of our cul-de-sac. It was the best thing ever so I was glad Bree and Carson got to experience it.<br /><br />And let me just point out that I managed to use brackets in a sentence. <span style="font-style: italic;">Yes.</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfUDNeC6iI/AAAAAAAAAt8/hFGqYHKZ4ao/s1600/5.23.10+258.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfUDNeC6iI/AAAAAAAAAt8/hFGqYHKZ4ao/s320/5.23.10+258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487587822594615842" border="0" /></a>Carson pointing at something and keeping mostly dry. :)<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfT2QeLoHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/JuUNnQf1IVA/s1600/5.23.10+259.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfT2QeLoHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/JuUNnQf1IVA/s320/5.23.10+259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487587600062193778" border="0" /></a>Bree was much more adventurous than her brother.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfTgyJdn1I/AAAAAAAAAts/l-drXE8oi04/s1600/5.23.10+260.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/TCfTgyJdn1I/AAAAAAAAAts/l-drXE8oi04/s320/5.23.10+260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487587231144976210" border="0" /></a>Notice: Carson is still in the exact same spot. That other little boy is a neighbor that Bree (sort of) made friends with. She kept following him around and asking him questions and he politely ignored her. It was cute. :)<br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-443013188669566532010-05-27T16:24:00.000-07:002010-06-27T15:54:31.194-07:00Four Kids and A DogI do not even remember what weekend this was, but Melissa brought her dog to play with the kids. I'm not sure who had a better time: the kids or Sammy! It made for some pretty cute pictures.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_8Aee6SpUI/AAAAAAAAAtc/U9EY2PbcoPY/s1600/5.23.10+220.JPG"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_8ARsvmcOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/IGyiaWiA-ZI/s1600/5.23.10+213.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_8ARsvmcOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/IGyiaWiA-ZI/s320/5.23.10+213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476095975974400226" border="0" /></a>Jarrett and Rachel getting Sammy to do tricks.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_7__N_BndI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Fbh4JsyTZwk/s1600/5.23.10+224.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_7__N_BndI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Fbh4JsyTZwk/s320/5.23.10+224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476095658479951314" border="0" /></a>A delightfully cheesy grin from Jarrett. He loved giving Sammy treats!<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_7_voCzIvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ffHNA03DO_c/s1600/5.23.10+228.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_7_voCzIvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/ffHNA03DO_c/s320/5.23.10+228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476095390597194482" border="0" /></a>Ali absolutely adored the dog. I thought she would be a little freaked out, especially since Sammy is pretty big and very energetic, but she jumped right in and made a new friend!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_7_gni2gnI/AAAAAAAAAs8/37Qj-lpwQkk/s1600/5.23.10+230.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_7_gni2gnI/AAAAAAAAAs8/37Qj-lpwQkk/s320/5.23.10+230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476095132765160050" border="0" /></a>The kids insisted on "walking" Sammy. The only problem is that Sammy is a big, strong dog! She dragged them all over the yard. It was way funny!<br /><br /><br />And because he's adorable, here's some pictures of Ronny. He didn't really like the dog unless he was far away from her. He does like blowing bubbles and eating popsicles, though. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_8Aee6SpUI/AAAAAAAAAtc/U9EY2PbcoPY/s1600/5.23.10+220.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_8Aee6SpUI/AAAAAAAAAtc/U9EY2PbcoPY/s320/5.23.10+220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476096195599443266" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_8AuyBNoUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/mdH0kEAU8y4/s1600/5.23.10+206.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_8AuyBNoUI/AAAAAAAAAtk/mdH0kEAU8y4/s320/5.23.10+206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476096475606655298" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-50786625244277956392010-05-24T20:14:00.000-07:002010-05-24T20:32:15.925-07:00A Thing That Happened A Long Time Ago but May Prove to be InterestingOkay, so I've been at the Legos again.<br /><br />Wait!<br /><br />Before you roll your eyes and turn away, know that there is more to this story than there first appears to be . . .<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_tBos4o7WI/AAAAAAAAAs0/RDViZjuuKDA/s1600/5.23.10+237.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_tBos4o7WI/AAAAAAAAAs0/RDViZjuuKDA/s320/5.23.10+237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475041939498265954" border="0" /></a>This, of course, is the zombie army. Basically, we have a bunch of Lego people missing body parts. Obviously that makes them zombies. For the record, by best buddies Nicole and Melissa were involved in the creative process.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_tBce0L2uI/AAAAAAAAAss/ORym0tk3zz8/s1600/5.23.10+241.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_tBce0L2uI/AAAAAAAAAss/ORym0tk3zz8/s320/5.23.10+241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475041729563056866" border="0" /></a>This is Chuck the Copper. I don't think we ever decided if he was a good guy or a bad guy, but he has a pretty sweet 'stache.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_tBHZtI_UI/AAAAAAAAAsk/zN7Ru5NXgdw/s1600/5.23.10+244.JPG"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_tA5cDlR9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/TAaCk_-oUic/s1600/5.23.10+247.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_tA5cDlR9I/AAAAAAAAAsc/TAaCk_-oUic/s320/5.23.10+247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475041127526909906" border="0" /></a>The zombie stronghold! You should see it in person. It is COOL. And very well-defended. Especially since the headless guy is standing guard.<br /><br /><br />Unfortunately, I failed to get a picture of all the other people, but I will tell you their names and you can imagine, because I think it's funny.<br /><br />Gansta Bill (has a very gangsta metal detector)<br />Stevo the Dweebo (only good for doing laundry)<br />Willis the butler (probably has some kind of ulterior motive)<br />Larry and LaVerne (they constitute the biker gang)<br />and . . .<br /><br /><br />The WASP!!!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_tBHZtI_UI/AAAAAAAAAsk/zN7Ru5NXgdw/s1600/5.23.10+244.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_tBHZtI_UI/AAAAAAAAAsk/zN7Ru5NXgdw/s320/5.23.10+244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475041367414078786" border="0" /></a><br />Okay, so the wasp is totally not a Lego. It did infiltrate the construction zone, though. We were happily adding more guns to the zombie stronghold when Melissa jumped up and started screaming. Four bites later and lots of slapping and jumping around, we discovered this little bugger had crawled up Melissa's pant leg and decided to munch on her! Random, no? TOLD you this post got more interesting. :)<br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-63245044212191622632010-05-23T15:42:00.000-07:002010-05-23T16:22:21.294-07:00Conference + Easter + Birthday Party = Fantastic Weekend!Laziness + Becca = Late Blog Post . . .<br /><br />No surprises there, though.<br /><br /><br />Anyway, I have lots of picture from the first weekend in April, but let's start out with some of baby Livvy. Being the youngest, she has some catching up to do in the picture department. Also, she's stinkin' cute! :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mziieYLEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CpwRV9_gBbk/s1600/5.23.10+167.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mziieYLEI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CpwRV9_gBbk/s320/5.23.10+167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474604227996691522" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mzWSESciI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZdgaMTH8Pzw/s1600/5.23.10+132.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mzWSESciI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZdgaMTH8Pzw/s320/5.23.10+132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474604017433866786" border="0" /></a>She sort of looks like she has no legs . . .<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mzJBH8TRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/J0EOGYEuC90/s1600/5.23.10+083.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mzJBH8TRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/J0EOGYEuC90/s320/5.23.10+083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474603789547490578" border="0" /></a>I was trying to get a picture of her curly eyelashes.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mw2U2c5PI/AAAAAAAAArE/W58brNnZczg/s1600/5.23.10+181.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mw2U2c5PI/AAAAAAAAArE/W58brNnZczg/s320/5.23.10+181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474601269402068210" border="0" /></a>Relaxing in her Easter outfit. Notice the bunny slippers. :)<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_myrtaM_8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/rrQbsEWIGJI/s1600/5.23.10+088.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_myrtaM_8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/rrQbsEWIGJI/s320/5.23.10+088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474603286039166914" border="0" /></a>Okay, so this is not a picture of Livvy (which I hope you gathered), but it cracks me up. I have no idea what he was doing with that pillow case, but I just love his little smile.<br /><br /><br /><br />In an attempt to get the kids to sit still for General Conference, we helped them make spaceships out of boxes. And, of course, with spaceships you need . . .<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">. . . Space helmets!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_myN6zOAwI/AAAAAAAAAr0/L5uZrGTlcfc/s1600/5.23.10+101.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_myN6zOAwI/AAAAAAAAAr0/L5uZrGTlcfc/s320/5.23.10+101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474602774237676290" border="0" /></a>Or Easter baskets. Whatever happens to be handy.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_myCPBcLzI/AAAAAAAAArs/P1uSYhUHJ0M/s1600/5.23.10+126.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_myCPBcLzI/AAAAAAAAArs/P1uSYhUHJ0M/s320/5.23.10+126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474602573507604274" border="0" /></a>Rachel, Ronny, and Ali examining the spoils on Easter morning.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mxmvySeyI/AAAAAAAAArc/G98lrSnEx54/s1600/5.23.10+144.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mxmvySeyI/AAAAAAAAArc/G98lrSnEx54/s320/5.23.10+144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474602101266086690" border="0" /></a>Ali showing off her basket.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mxy7dEi7I/AAAAAAAAArk/47eTzy0JPsg/s1600/5.23.10+133.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mxy7dEi7I/AAAAAAAAArk/47eTzy0JPsg/s320/5.23.10+133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474602310556748722" border="0" /></a>Boxing! The Easter Bunny (ahem -Dave-coughcough) got the boys boxing gloves. They had SO much fun with them!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mxVKu-xwI/AAAAAAAAArU/HpEXn_FdVFc/s1600/5.23.10+163.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mxVKu-xwI/AAAAAAAAArU/HpEXn_FdVFc/s320/5.23.10+163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474601799262324482" border="0" /></a>Rachel getting in on the action. I promise, this looks worse than it was. :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mwioBBPoI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ZyTRYARh2y8/s1600/5.23.10+199.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S_mwioBBPoI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ZyTRYARh2y8/s320/5.23.10+199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474600930949283458" border="0" /></a>At the end of the weekend, we got to celebrate Tyann's birthday! Apparently, she turned four. Speaking of candles, Rachel TOTALLY blew them out before Tyann could get to them. Little goof. Anyway, it was a really fun weekend!<br /><br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-77184288256872648602010-04-22T21:24:00.000-07:002010-04-22T21:40:07.086-07:00Ali's Baptism!I just realized that I don't have a single picture on my camera of Alison from her baptism. What kind of aunt am I? My only excuse is that I was too busy wrangling the younger kids to get any pictures of beautiful Ali in her dress. Luckily, Ali has a mom! Check out Tyann's blog for pictures of the wee eight-year-old herself: <a href="http://dtpangan.blogspot.com/2010/02/alis-baptism.html">http://dtpangan.blogspot.com/2010/02/alis-baptism.html</a><br /><br />I did manage to snap some shots of everyone else while I was wrangling.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9EihfW6uFI/AAAAAAAAAqs/mbQ3SsLo9lg/s1600/DSC05440.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9EihfW6uFI/AAAAAAAAAqs/mbQ3SsLo9lg/s320/DSC05440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463185781725771858" border="0" /></a>Bree, telling me off for something, I'm sure. Rachel and Ali both had big beautiful flowers in their hair for the occasion, and Bree wanted one too. Cute, no?<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9EishgyICI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wYLKPZZ03Zc/s1600/DSC05409.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9EishgyICI/AAAAAAAAAq0/wYLKPZZ03Zc/s320/DSC05409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463185971282583586" border="0" /></a>Ronny with his uncle Taylor. I love how relaxed they both look!<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9EiQ1y3kBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/k3hu3GbOd_k/s1600/DSC05445.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9EiQ1y3kBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/k3hu3GbOd_k/s320/DSC05445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463185495690809362" border="0" /></a>Trying to find entertaining things for everyone to do while waiting for the program to start. From left to right: Jarrett, Bree, Rachel, Ronny, Carson, and a bit of Grandma.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9EiFUiJIEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ORXppmP6knw/s1600/DSC05450.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9EiFUiJIEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/ORXppmP6knw/s320/DSC05450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463185297783726146" border="0" /></a>These two usually play quite well together. Just look at those adorable little expressions! By the way, Taylor made the game they are playing. I believe I'm the reigning champion. (At least over the kids. But I wasn't going to mention that . . .)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9Eh6s5k8zI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6jlFMFKDUaU/s1600/DSC05451.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9Eh6s5k8zI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6jlFMFKDUaU/s320/DSC05451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463185115345908530" border="0" /></a>Ronny the Magician balancing his binky very carefully. You can see from his expression that he takes his work (and his binky) very seriously.<br /><br />Again, apologies for not having a picture of Ali. At her next baptism, I will do better! Oh, wait . . .<br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-21949061644659334342010-04-22T21:01:00.000-07:002010-04-22T21:23:39.429-07:00They Say It's Your BirthdaySo, don't know if you noticed, but I haven't been posting much lately . . . I shall blame that on school and a lack of inspiration.<br /><br />Anyway, here's some birthday pics. Yes, I know. My birthday was like, a bajillion months ago. Be happy you're getting them at all. ;)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9EcEvnJI2I/AAAAAAAAAp0/UzC-0rJmKWc/s1600/DSC05403.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9EcEvnJI2I/AAAAAAAAAp0/UzC-0rJmKWc/s320/DSC05403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463178690802819938" border="0" /></a>Me and my twin in matching hats and shirts! We're just so adorable, huh? This picture is from our actual birthday as opposed to our friend party. Los parentos took us to Los Hermanos, and it was amazing. Then we received our hats and a bunch of other fun stuff from the fam. It was a good day!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">As for the friend party, Nicole and I knew we needed to do something especially awesome, it being our twenty-first and all, so we threw a huge party. We decided on an 80s theme (we were born in the 80s after all) and got all dressed up and played Rock Band. Good times, even if I did look like Willy Wonka. Seriously, my hair . . . is my hair.<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9Ee6ssv3kI/AAAAAAAAAqM/7VWRN9qAnMM/s1600/bday+party+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9Ee6ssv3kI/AAAAAAAAAqM/7VWRN9qAnMM/s320/bday+party+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463181816757214786" border="0" /></a>Me and Nicole and our Barbie birthday cakes Becky made us! Very cute.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9Eex7HbhAI/AAAAAAAAAqE/OCDgSkj3JZY/s1600/bday+party.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9Eex7HbhAI/AAAAAAAAAqE/OCDgSkj3JZY/s320/bday+party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463181666008400898" border="0" /></a>Us singing "Happy Birthday" to each other very dramatically.<br /><br /><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9EepmrmVTI/AAAAAAAAAp8/pTnxRy68ThU/s1600/bday+party+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S9EepmrmVTI/AAAAAAAAAp8/pTnxRy68ThU/s320/bday+party+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463181523084006706" border="0" /></a>Blowing out the candles! We even managed not to melt any Barbie body parts. And yes, there is a story that goes along with that. Feel free to ask Nicole.<br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-45277878636647717692010-01-31T17:03:00.000-08:002010-01-31T18:28:57.103-08:00Christmas! (Belated)Once again, I'm frightfully late on my posting. I have to get my Christmas and New Years pics up so I can post stuff from my birthday! Which was amazing, by the way. Also, I still have Hong Kong pictures I need to post! Yikes.<br /><br />Anyway, on to Christmas. This first picture doesn't actually have that much to do with Christmas, but the Christmas Tree IS in the background.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YztcwE9dI/AAAAAAAAApk/t682VfXXYpE/s1600-h/1.29.10+010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YztcwE9dI/AAAAAAAAApk/t682VfXXYpE/s320/1.29.10+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433086856374056402" border="0" /></a>Carson with a chipmunk on his head. Random but awesome.<br />(See the tree in the background? See it?)<br /><br /><br />Okay, on to actual Christmas pictures. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2Y1pUKIq2I/AAAAAAAAAps/Xb3OvLqnasE/s1600-h/1.29.10+028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2Y1pUKIq2I/AAAAAAAAAps/Xb3OvLqnasE/s320/1.29.10+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433088984371211106" border="0" /></a>My new Droid phone! Which I love! A whole lot! Probably more than anything! ! ! !<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YzVF6hyAI/AAAAAAAAApU/y5ccBMumV4Y/s1600-h/1.29.10+022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YzVF6hyAI/AAAAAAAAApU/y5ccBMumV4Y/s320/1.29.10+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433086437927012354" border="0" /></a>Bree zipping up her new PJs.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YziUa-HxI/AAAAAAAAApc/gswoyfiMvck/s1600-h/1.29.10+021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YziUa-HxI/AAAAAAAAApc/gswoyfiMvck/s320/1.29.10+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433086665159483154" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Carson attempting to do the same.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YzG5x9PSI/AAAAAAAAApM/TNfW83G3bJs/s1600-h/1.29.10+050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YzG5x9PSI/AAAAAAAAApM/TNfW83G3bJs/s320/1.29.10+050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433086194151669026" border="0" /></a>Those of you who remember <a href="http://beccasbavardage.blogspot.com/2009/09/bit-of-creativity.html">THIS</a>, will appreciate almost as much as I did the fact that Taylor and Faith got me a Lego set. I LOVE it.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2Yyy3Og_gI/AAAAAAAAApE/KpGqxfs131Y/s1600-h/1.29.10+056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2Yyy3Og_gI/AAAAAAAAApE/KpGqxfs131Y/s320/1.29.10+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433085849868762626" border="0" /></a>Bree concentrating very hard on opening her present. Don't you just love that face?<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2Yyl6LCzKI/AAAAAAAAAo8/SdxQK2qJ6mE/s1600-h/1.29.10+069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2Yyl6LCzKI/AAAAAAAAAo8/SdxQK2qJ6mE/s320/1.29.10+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433085627321207970" border="0" /></a>Carson LOVES books!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YyXn8KfiI/AAAAAAAAAo0/5V4X7LSTaUg/s1600-h/1.29.10+073.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YyXn8KfiI/AAAAAAAAAo0/5V4X7LSTaUg/s320/1.29.10+073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433085381908790818" border="0" /></a>He also loves his new hobby horse. He used it as a weapon instead of something to ride on, which was pretty hilarious.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YyHvD3vpI/AAAAAAAAAos/bRcyxmzBiLo/s1600-h/1.29.10+081.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YyHvD3vpI/AAAAAAAAAos/bRcyxmzBiLo/s320/1.29.10+081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433085108942257810" border="0" /></a>Rachel, Jarrett, and Ali opening Twister!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2Yx6zvatsI/AAAAAAAAAok/KQRddlhPyts/s1600-h/1.29.10+102.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2Yx6zvatsI/AAAAAAAAAok/KQRddlhPyts/s320/1.29.10+102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433084886860347074" border="0" /></a>Ronny getting read to by Grandma . . .<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YxZBPCbQI/AAAAAAAAAoc/PQdbEox9bQ0/s1600-h/1.29.10+142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YxZBPCbQI/AAAAAAAAAoc/PQdbEox9bQ0/s320/1.29.10+142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433084306367081730" border="0" /></a>and Grandpa . . .<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YxJtK3lZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/NWAcC6asdis/s1600-h/1.29.10+109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2YxJtK3lZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/NWAcC6asdis/s320/1.29.10+109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433084043282847122" border="0" /></a>Then trying to do it himself! I love the upside-down book and the little bare foot. :)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2Yw1UwEOaI/AAAAAAAAAoM/12l2Q7jmcsk/s1600-h/1.29.10+113.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S2Yw1UwEOaI/AAAAAAAAAoM/12l2Q7jmcsk/s320/1.29.10+113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433083693130594722" border="0" /></a>All the kiddos playing Twister. The game was a HUGE hit! That's pretty much what we did the entire time we were there. It was a blast!<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw4phCZ2ea_XAis5-9C1FRX5zUk3SBuYYXjZWtJACGXZSUp7iw_y8lBaATP2bQramJpKiLEYcQqoiSxdbAWyQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />A video of the kids playing Twister! Jarrett tries so hard to get the right hand/foot and color. :)<br /><br />New Years, Birthday, and Hong Kong coming soon!<br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-79727085201573891742010-01-18T19:40:00.000-08:002010-01-18T20:48:43.846-08:00More Adventures With Bree and CarsonIf you don't at least get some laughter from the next few pictures, consider yourself inhuman. Ready? Make sure you're sitting down.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Uu47CLabI/AAAAAAAAAng/S66WrGlnvBQ/s1600-h/DSC04967.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Uu47CLabI/AAAAAAAAAng/S66WrGlnvBQ/s320/DSC04967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428296481319381426" border="0" /></a>L. O. L.<br />Carson's expression just about makes me pee my pants every time I see this. Little scholars, both. They LOVED their "glasses."<br /><br /><br />Okay, picture this. You walk up to the front door of your house and a huge note in your mom's handwriting is taped to it. It reads: "Please do not disturb the spider web."<br /><br />Uh . . .<br />How big a spider web are we talkin' here?<br /><br />So, with more than mild apprehension, you open the door and walk in to find . . .<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UurT78czI/AAAAAAAAAnY/r5GJzVkmGpc/s1600-h/DSC04968.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UurT78czI/AAAAAAAAAnY/r5GJzVkmGpc/s320/DSC04968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428296247485952818" border="0" /></a>This?<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UuU4GfIgI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/2obtZeNIH4g/s1600-h/DSC04972.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UuU4GfIgI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/2obtZeNIH4g/s320/DSC04972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428295862056854018" border="0" /></a>Not exactly what you were picturing . . .<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UuGT-mv6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/aKFs126Q9Ik/s1600-h/DSC04973.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UuGT-mv6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/aKFs126Q9Ik/s320/DSC04973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428295611841953698" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Utebcpf6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/64MaAG-u4W4/s1600-h/DSC04974.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Utebcpf6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/64MaAG-u4W4/s320/DSC04974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428294926652243874" border="0" /></a>Aha! There's the spider! And . . . Bree?<br /><br />It's all coming together now, isn't it?<br /><br />My mother made the mistake of giving Bree a ball of yarn and turning her back for more than 1 second. That little tornado of a three-year-old wrapped yarn around every stationary object in the house, and probably would have got Carson too if she could've gotten him to hold still long enough. On the plus side, She was extremely entertained, and it really wasn't that hard to clean up.<br /><br />Ready for some more of Bree's creativity? Let's call this next section "A Hundred-and-One Ways to Use Toilet Paper".<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UtOrKkf8I/AAAAAAAAAm4/2quufc_hxlQ/s1600-h/DSC05050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UtOrKkf8I/AAAAAAAAAm4/2quufc_hxlQ/s320/DSC05050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428294655993479106" border="0" /></a>Faith, don't worry. I know that you shouldn't let small children put plastic bags over their heads. But really, isn't this picture worth any potential danger she might have been in? Concrete proof that Bree is insane. Just <span style="font-style: italic;">look</span> at those eyes!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Us-uXQ_aI/AAAAAAAAAmw/9OHNJHZpJjE/s1600-h/DSC05048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Us-uXQ_aI/AAAAAAAAAmw/9OHNJHZpJjE/s320/DSC05048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428294381974125986" border="0" /></a>I looked up and there was Bree, up to her knees in unwrapped toilet paper. I still have no idea how she managed it.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UsxzP4HpI/AAAAAAAAAmo/vDZ0TeHda6c/s1600-h/DSC05058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UsxzP4HpI/AAAAAAAAAmo/vDZ0TeHda6c/s320/DSC05058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428294159947013778" border="0" /></a>The creativity continues . . .<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UsbbPd66I/AAAAAAAAAmg/9mJcd-NiW88/s1600-h/DSC05061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UsbbPd66I/AAAAAAAAAmg/9mJcd-NiW88/s320/DSC05061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428293775545723810" border="0" /></a>For the record, she could walk around like this! Flexible ankles is all I have to say about that.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UrrOMaRAI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/-dt_3IjUY0k/s1600-h/DSC05052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UrrOMaRAI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/-dt_3IjUY0k/s320/DSC05052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428292947409519618" border="0" /></a>Her masterpiece! Admittedly, I had to help a little with this. As you can see, she wasn't quite tall enough.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UrbG8_9oI/AAAAAAAAAmI/kwvGMGdaPRY/s1600-h/DSC05054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UrbG8_9oI/AAAAAAAAAmI/kwvGMGdaPRY/s320/DSC05054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428292670587926146" border="0" /></a>Getting ready for a dramatic toppling.<br />(can toppling be used as a noun? I sort of doubt it. Pretend with me, okay?)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UrPokQwFI/AAAAAAAAAmA/YuCBuIi6MLE/s1600-h/DSC05055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UrPokQwFI/AAAAAAAAAmA/YuCBuIi6MLE/s320/DSC05055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428292473452544082" border="0" /></a>There it goes!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Uq1qaPlGI/AAAAAAAAAl4/0iH3jPnyeFc/s1600-h/DSC05056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Uq1qaPlGI/AAAAAAAAAl4/0iH3jPnyeFc/s320/DSC05056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428292027270796386" border="0" /></a>The aftermath.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw1RUT9v96A6-AkOFMAz2UCMjc23niThGfXxqUcmJDW56Exu7_8lZS9mgoDST-3ILbZ3gdZGhDx10SnLMPi' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />So, I forgot that my camera's videos can't be flipped, so you'll have to watch this sideways. My bad. I promise it's worth it, though. :)<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Stay tuned for more adventures with these two, because there always are. :)<br /></div></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-88400941623407325792010-01-18T19:02:00.001-08:002010-01-18T19:26:04.692-08:00Goodbye to the NeilyI realize this is really late, but I've been pretty busy with Christmas and going to school again and all that, so cut me some slack. :) I just wanted to post some pictures we took of Neily before he headed into the field! (If anyone isn't on his email list, make sure you give me your email address so I can add you.)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UkLVdW7fI/AAAAAAAAAlo/2HV70HPoCoY/s1600-h/DSC05042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UkLVdW7fI/AAAAAAAAAlo/2HV70HPoCoY/s320/DSC05042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428284703022444018" border="0" /></a>Neilina with the Pangan Clan. Jarrett just might be missing him more than I am.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Uj9esZbxI/AAAAAAAAAlg/sH3VEpeVH1s/s1600-h/DSC05047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Uj9esZbxI/AAAAAAAAAlg/sH3VEpeVH1s/s320/DSC05047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428284464983273234" border="0" /></a>Our attempt at a picture with all his nieces and nephews. How is it that Neil is the only one looking at the camera? And not one of them looks normal . . . Oh well. It would actually probably be weirder if they were all smiling happily at the camera . . .<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Ujq7HPTuI/AAAAAAAAAlY/d-Y0u-pwR6Q/s1600-h/DSC05057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Ujq7HPTuI/AAAAAAAAAlY/d-Y0u-pwR6Q/s320/DSC05057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428284146194534114" border="0" /></a>A serious moment between Elder Neily and Bree. This is the morning before he left for the MTC.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Uja0fDwaI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hUruXVVZiYk/s1600-h/DSC05072.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Uja0fDwaI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hUruXVVZiYk/s320/DSC05072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428283869537485218" border="0" /></a>A <span style="font-style: italic;">less</span> than serious moment between Elder Neily and Bree. He's so proud of teaching her to go cross-eyed.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UjO63qp2I/AAAAAAAAAlI/gjiDoDBJbJQ/s1600-h/DSC05073.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UjO63qp2I/AAAAAAAAAlI/gjiDoDBJbJQ/s320/DSC05073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428283665092880226" border="0" /></a>An adorable moment between Elder Neily and Bree. 'Nough said.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Ui9i5N5hI/AAAAAAAAAlA/1IXHEDVZf7o/s1600-h/DSC05077.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1Ui9i5N5hI/AAAAAAAAAlA/1IXHEDVZf7o/s320/DSC05077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428283366599157266" border="0" /></a>Elder Neily practicing his "missionary walk" with Dad. Doesn't he look official?<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UiwiWCHPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/HAIOzJ3Ol9I/s1600-h/DSC05079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UiwiWCHPI/AAAAAAAAAk4/HAIOzJ3Ol9I/s320/DSC05079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428283143113284850" border="0" /></a>Me and Elder Neily at the MTC! He managed to close his eyes.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UikQLoOCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/vwZGbm68ytc/s1600-h/DSC05080.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/S1UikQLoOCI/AAAAAAAAAkw/vwZGbm68ytc/s320/DSC05080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428282932079376418" border="0" /></a>Elder Neily and Mom and Dad at the MTC! He managed to look shifty. :)<br /><br /><br /></div>Well, that's about it. We miss him like crazy, but we're so proud of him, too! He's loving serving the people of 'Bama, as he calls it, and doing well. Here's to you, Elder!Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-15795680669761688872009-12-06T20:13:00.000-08:002009-12-06T20:37:42.923-08:00Hong Kong! (part 2)All of these next pictures are from our trip to Victoria's Peak, one of the highest mountains in the area.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyEQJtBYZI/AAAAAAAAAko/NSC-048-jhU/s1600-h/DSC04459.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyEQJtBYZI/AAAAAAAAAko/NSC-048-jhU/s320/DSC04459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412346265210020242" border="0" /></a>The group minus Si Sok Allen, who took the picture. Me, Bill, Gary, Kassen, Travis, Sifu Dave, and Shane. This is at the shopping area at the top of the peak.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyD4RRmzpI/AAAAAAAAAkg/iTMGjsUp5mM/s1600-h/DSC04451.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyD4RRmzpI/AAAAAAAAAkg/iTMGjsUp5mM/s320/DSC04451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412345854925655698" border="0" /></a>Bwa ha. This picture never fails to make me laugh. They're poking fun at one of the guys that was there to train but really sucks at kung fu and is a big jerk. :)<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyDpyut_-I/AAAAAAAAAkY/HBHW8wa4vHg/s1600-h/DSC04457.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyDpyut_-I/AAAAAAAAAkY/HBHW8wa4vHg/s320/DSC04457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412345606208094178" border="0" /></a>A view of the city from the peak. Isn't it COOL?<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyDd7QoKlI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/SZYI0y3KqTA/s1600-h/DSC04447.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyDd7QoKlI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/SZYI0y3KqTA/s320/DSC04447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412345402339371602" border="0" /></a>Another cool view. I LOVED it up there. Very peaceful and gorgeous!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyDO0iqKGI/AAAAAAAAAkI/3kfanyh8znQ/s1600-h/DSC04428.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyDO0iqKGI/AAAAAAAAAkI/3kfanyh8znQ/s320/DSC04428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412345142837913698" border="0" /></a>Sifu Dave found a random broom among the foliage and decided he needed a picture with it. :)<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyC_vRm6WI/AAAAAAAAAkA/H_suELomKgs/s1600-h/DSC04399.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyC_vRm6WI/AAAAAAAAAkA/H_suELomKgs/s320/DSC04399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412344883726182754" border="0" /></a>A cool picture of the tropical-ness of the area. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyCvj50hOI/AAAAAAAAAj4/nalFK22kpa8/s1600-h/DSC04390.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyCvj50hOI/AAAAAAAAAj4/nalFK22kpa8/s320/DSC04390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412344605795714274" border="0" /></a>Here we are again! The idea was to get the cool city view in the background, but my camera just isn't that great for shots like that.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyCeph0zQI/AAAAAAAAAjw/c5zqxmyKOO0/s1600-h/DSC04385.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SxyCeph0zQI/AAAAAAAAAjw/c5zqxmyKOO0/s320/DSC04385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412344315247906050" border="0" /></a>The escalators at the shopping complex. I just love this picture.<br /><br />Stay tuned! More Hong Kong on the way.<br /></div>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-81600407668622630002009-11-24T15:32:00.000-08:002009-11-24T16:15:12.699-08:00Hong Kong! (part 1)I'm back from the most incredible experience of my life! Well, actually I've been back for about a week, but between jet lag and (finally!) getting my computer fixed, I haven't had a chance to get posting. I hope you guys are ready for a ridiculous amount of pictures because I took over 800 and I plan to post them ALL! Okay, just kidding about posting all of them, but I DO have over 800 pictures. If you really want to see all of them, come on over and I'll show you. :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/Swxz7hogwDI/AAAAAAAAAjg/86GrPIiYzcc/s1600/DSC04205.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/Swxz7hogwDI/AAAAAAAAAjg/86GrPIiYzcc/s320/DSC04205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407824719042887730" border="0" /></a>The view of the harbor from our hotel room. Let me tell you, you would not want to swim in that water. It kind of disturbs me that people eat fish out of there, actually. It was a cool view, though.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxztRY0G8I/AAAAAAAAAjY/V34txjHwucI/s1600/DSC04200.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxztRY0G8I/AAAAAAAAAjY/V34txjHwucI/s320/DSC04200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407824474163911618" border="0" /></a>Our home away from home. These beds were so comfy! Me and Sifu would always turn on the TV at bedtime and then fall asleep and leave it on. There was just no staying awake once tucked into one of these!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/Swxzf2d0S-I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/lC9gIHAKUr4/s1600/DSC04224.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/Swxzf2d0S-I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/lC9gIHAKUr4/s320/DSC04224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407824243598838754" border="0" /></a>My first meal in Hong Kong! This one was actually really good. Just some fried noodles with vegetables. And yes, I totally ate with chopsticks the whole time. After all, it was China.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxzTqdmTdI/AAAAAAAAAjI/BKQbaHj9v9Q/s1600/DSC04227.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxzTqdmTdI/AAAAAAAAAjI/BKQbaHj9v9Q/s320/DSC04227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407824034218266066" border="0" /></a>They don't have floors 4, 13, or 14. Unlucky numbers!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxzGF-2V-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/HxCsXpSD5sY/s1600/DSC04231.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxzGF-2V-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/HxCsXpSD5sY/s320/DSC04231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407823801087317986" border="0" /></a>Me and Sifu on a cool chair at the hotel. Seriously, that hotel was dang awesome.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/Swxy5OsqFRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/bydY_cO-Y88/s1600/DSC04236.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/Swxy5OsqFRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/bydY_cO-Y88/s320/DSC04236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407823580088636690" border="0" /></a>Inside the subway in a rare, uncrowded moment.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxyfnpdReI/AAAAAAAAAiw/TttUx2CQKYE/s1600/DSC04267.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxyfnpdReI/AAAAAAAAAiw/TttUx2CQKYE/s320/DSC04267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407823140109501922" border="0" /></a>Ah, the smell of dried fish on the open market . . . wait, what? What do they even DO with dried fish skins? There was weird stuff in the street markets, let me tell you.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxyQzZMkzI/AAAAAAAAAio/BUkvZBqgDWE/s1600/DSC04264.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxyQzZMkzI/AAAAAAAAAio/BUkvZBqgDWE/s320/DSC04264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407822885564486450" border="0" /></a>Racks and racks of un-refridgorated meat. Yum.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/Swxx-mcwJUI/AAAAAAAAAig/3NqC9_DreeQ/s1600/DSC04290.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/Swxx-mcwJUI/AAAAAAAAAig/3NqC9_DreeQ/s320/DSC04290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407822572852094274" border="0" /></a>Pig foot!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxxuFp-M6I/AAAAAAAAAiY/95DPhLMxpq4/s1600/DSC04295.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxxuFp-M6I/AAAAAAAAAiY/95DPhLMxpq4/s320/DSC04295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407822289171264418" border="0" /></a>Langham Place. A huge mall just accross the street from the Mong Kok station. It's a pretty big landmark, so we used it often as a meeting place. It also housed a McDonald's which we ate at when we could no longer stand weird Chinese food.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxxZC7I30I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/wDrT_A0MgXc/s1600/DSC04301.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxxZC7I30I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/wDrT_A0MgXc/s320/DSC04301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407821927660707650" border="0" /></a>Speaking of weird Chinese food, this is pigeon. I thought I was ordering chicken but . . . Anyway, it looks pretty good, but it was NOT. Besides the fact that it had all the bones included, it was still bleeding in places. Yeah. The rice was good though.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxxDzP6apI/AAAAAAAAAiI/thfdwKypnvA/s1600/DSC04303.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/SwxxDzP6apI/AAAAAAAAAiI/thfdwKypnvA/s320/DSC04303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407821562675620498" border="0" /></a>Class at Grandmaster Ip Ching's school! The guys in red are all from Germany. We had quite the collection of nationalities there to learn from Grandmaster.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/Swxwu3Dsq3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Y5CPH-3TzY4/s1600/DSC04338.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/Swxwu3Dsq3I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Y5CPH-3TzY4/s320/DSC04338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407821202920876914" border="0" /></a>A bit of Hong Kong traffic.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/Swxu-XCduGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/RhHRCV_XV1w/s1600/DSC04356.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9IUzaSfl2E8/Swxu-XCduGI/AAAAAAAAAh4/RhHRCV_XV1w/s320/DSC04356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407819270180419682" border="0" /></a>Instructions painted on the street so you don't get run over. And the buses and taxis <span style="font-style: italic;">will</span> run you over. Plus, they drive on the wrong side over there, so I kept looking the wrong way and not seeing oncoming traffic. Yikes.<br /></div><br />Okay, that's all for the moment. Rest assured, there will be several more posts!Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684206112455356332.post-30870083442852813342009-10-21T11:09:00.001-07:002009-10-21T11:26:17.943-07:00Neily's Mission Call!And he's going to . . . . . . .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Birmingham, Alabama! He's leaving on December 16th! Here's the video:<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy2UAohtTQ0JFu9oxOWpIvq4d-WYGxbF9LIoKKTBuc7oupyXMubndpmOfEynaLs3-T_3akmAQH-xcY_CHzSAw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15794255091763246123noreply@blogger.com5