<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:31:58.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Everything you choose to be!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-9074004321959002347</id><published>2010-06-11T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:34:19.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SECOND POST..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLkETR_7FI/AAAAAAAAARY/SnQA0rGeO2Q/s1600/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLkETR_7FI/AAAAAAAAARY/SnQA0rGeO2Q/s320/IMG_1734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481694459009690706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLj9xOQvsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/A1KUVXrgoF8/s1600/IMG_1723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLj9xOQvsI/AAAAAAAAARQ/A1KUVXrgoF8/s320/IMG_1723.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481694346787995330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLjwC9UfaI/AAAAAAAAARI/mG9BaaD9mjo/s1600/IMG_1693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLjwC9UfaI/AAAAAAAAARI/mG9BaaD9mjo/s320/IMG_1693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481694111030607266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLjTuiCxiI/AAAAAAAAARA/53iSMzbUrqc/s1600/IMG_1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLjTuiCxiI/AAAAAAAAARA/53iSMzbUrqc/s320/IMG_1702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481693624511153698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitty..&lt;br /&gt;JAX...not happy about his picture being taken! &lt;br /&gt;Our beautiful house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-9074004321959002347?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/9074004321959002347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=9074004321959002347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/9074004321959002347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/9074004321959002347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2010/06/second-post.html' title='SECOND POST..'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLkETR_7FI/AAAAAAAAARY/SnQA0rGeO2Q/s72-c/IMG_1734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-8712838686593664448</id><published>2010-06-11T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:29:06.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR FIRST YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLilnWtofI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZWn73NFxFZc/s1600/IMG_1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLilnWtofI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZWn73NFxFZc/s320/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481692832310600178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLihjD7XDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/-ciBBaMCV6Y/s1600/IMG_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLihjD7XDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/-ciBBaMCV6Y/s320/IMG_1731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481692762438589490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLidKpAqCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/N9sPgGjZtEQ/s1600/IMG_1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLidKpAqCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/N9sPgGjZtEQ/s320/IMG_1729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481692687163762722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLiUaLRGQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CmUn5WxjEjY/s1600/IMG_1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLiUaLRGQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CmUn5WxjEjY/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481692536715155714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night: On our way to dinner, and through the woods, to the best pasta place we go! Ha ha...and my new bed spread from bed bath and beyond, it's hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's been the year of a life time! It was our one year anniversary yesterday. Probably my favorite highlights of the year have been getting a new house, and becoming parents......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF A KITTEN PEOPLE! HA!&lt;br /&gt;I so love my wonderful husband. He brings so much joy into my life!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-8712838686593664448?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/8712838686593664448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=8712838686593664448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/8712838686593664448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/8712838686593664448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-first-year.html' title='OUR FIRST YEAR!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/TBLilnWtofI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZWn73NFxFZc/s72-c/IMG_1732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-8126319714948978555</id><published>2010-02-12T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T07:52:09.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We SIGNED</title><content type='html'>SO the house is ours!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are SO excited. This process has been slightly full of anxiety and it has been down right exausting at times. The wonderful thing is our base mortage payment will only be $60 more then what we are paying. We will not be moving in till next week though because we are going to Idaho this weekend. YEA!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE anyone feel free to come stay with us. We have plenty of room!! I am serious don't hestitate to ask..PLEASE!!&lt;br /&gt;Or if anyone wants to help us move that would be great!! ha ha.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-8126319714948978555?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/8126319714948978555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=8126319714948978555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/8126319714948978555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/8126319714948978555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-signed.html' title='We SIGNED'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-1612957343273066081</id><published>2010-02-11T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T05:47:14.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is the front....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/S3QKWHbFtWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MeoBNvmKm80/s1600-h/0210001611%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/S3QKWHbFtWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MeoBNvmKm80/s320/0210001611%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436982025209099618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture last night with my camera phone. My husband and I were not able to get into the house...but we just wanted to see it one last time before we sign our life away today!! Isn't it sooo cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-1612957343273066081?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/1612957343273066081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=1612957343273066081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/1612957343273066081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/1612957343273066081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-is-front.html' title='Here is the front....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/S3QKWHbFtWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/MeoBNvmKm80/s72-c/0210001611%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-4934187053197844637</id><published>2010-02-10T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:09:07.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOOoooo..</title><content type='html'>We finally have a closing date! Yea..and that would be tommorrow........&lt;br /&gt;February 11 at 4:00. We are so excited. We are putting our savings and dreams into this house, so I hope all goes smooth!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-4934187053197844637?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/4934187053197844637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=4934187053197844637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4934187053197844637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4934187053197844637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2010/02/soooooo.html' title='SOOoooo..'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-3313515402369820070</id><published>2010-02-09T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:06:57.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UpDate on the House...BLAHHHHH</title><content type='html'>Ok so FINALLY this week we SHOULD be closing..........HOPEFULLY..&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone bought a house?&lt;br /&gt;It's all about waiting...ANNOYING!!&lt;br /&gt;I feel very blessed to begin with because we are getting an amazing house for the price. The sellers are a non profit organization called CDC. They purchase homes that belong to HUD and fix them up and put all new stuff in them. THis house we are buying is only 6 years old,but they put new paint carpet and all new engery efficient appliances in it. So, it's totally move in ready. It is seriously a beautiful house. Two car garage, vaulted ceilings, 4 bedroom, 3 full bath. It's worth 177,000 and we are getting it for 153,000. The rest is set in an equity note that we will get if we live in the house for at least a year. That is 24,000 we just get for living in OUR house! I am so excited! It really is such a beatiful home for the price. The reason we got it because the program wanted to give it to a teacher, policeman, etc..public servant..ha ha. We got first dibs before the rest of the public. I will post pictures as soon as we sign the papers. It is ALOT of house..so seriously if anyone EVER needs a place to stay I can provide you a room and a bathroom..:-) &lt;br /&gt;I will keep everyone updated this week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-3313515402369820070?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/3313515402369820070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=3313515402369820070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3313515402369820070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3313515402369820070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2010/02/update-on-houseblahhhhh.html' title='UpDate on the House...BLAHHHHH'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-5666156258116916241</id><published>2010-01-28T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:14:09.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are all the girls??</title><content type='html'>SO this school year has been HARD. I have a extra small class this year..seven boys. I have no girls in my class. What a difference that makes! This is my sixth year teaching and I have always had cute girls in my class that write me little notes and come in and give me hugs. It's not like that this year at all. These boys are SO naughty. The feeling in my classroom is so negative. They are all black little clouds it seems like. I go in all chipper and cheery and happy and I get nothing back but bad attitude and negativity. It's been so challenging to teach these boys that are so detached from most people and certainly not attached to me in the slightest. I guess this is a vent session, but I don't feel any love when I am at school. I miss having girls in my class. It makes a HUGE difference. Also these boys are all hooked on violent video games, and I seriously thing this affect their well being. Please all you parents out there make sure you cool it with the video games and the violence is not good for your children. Believe me I know, and it truely does affect them in a negative way. &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY..the house thing is trucking along...........it's now just waiting on the puzzle peices to fit. &lt;br /&gt;I will keep you all updated!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-5666156258116916241?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/5666156258116916241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=5666156258116916241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5666156258116916241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5666156258116916241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-are-all-girls.html' title='Where are all the girls??'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-8287967483872856695</id><published>2010-01-22T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:16:38.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH...and offer has been made</title><content type='html'>So we put an offer in on a house and it was accepted. NOW the fun part begins of getting all our ducks in row...HOLY time consuming. This buyin a house business is not fun..I PROMISE you that. Every night seems to get sucked up with meeting with a realtor signing papers, getting papers together, reading papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes as planned we will be living in a beautiful house sooner then later. I can't get to excited because there are still detail to be worked out, BUT...I will post pictures of the beautiful house..AFTER we sign the papers..ha ha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-8287967483872856695?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/8287967483872856695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=8287967483872856695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/8287967483872856695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/8287967483872856695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahand-offer-has-been-made.html' title='AH...and offer has been made'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-7742162078146797072</id><published>2010-01-14T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T07:10:20.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House Hunting.....</title><content type='html'>So like I mentioned two or three posts ago my husband and I were moving into a house. We are renting it. The house has been great. So...we decided to buy a house! We were going to think about that in two years, BUT we decided that now would be a good time for us to buy. Everything just kind of fell into place, and we got out pre-approval, and then we got a realtor, and we have been looking at houses. It all kind of just snow balled! We are really excited about this important step in our lives. We set a price range, but unfortunately all the houses we are loving are at the top of our price range, but still affordable for us. We don't want a mortage we are going to kill ourselves every month to make. We can still find an amazing house for not much more then we are renting. Last night looking at houses with our realtor proved successful and we found two houses we LOVE, and are going to put offers in on them tonight. When we actually get a house I will post pictures and all that, but I dont want to get my hopes up about any particular house. The first one we saw is seriously my dream home and everything I have ever wanted...BUT...it doesn't mean we will get it. Nick and I figured that we will get in the house we are ment to be in..right? &lt;br /&gt;Anyway...wish me luck in this already crazy process...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-7742162078146797072?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/7742162078146797072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=7742162078146797072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7742162078146797072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7742162078146797072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2010/01/house-hunting.html' title='House Hunting.....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-354721089261770343</id><published>2009-12-22T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:22:14.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I SHOUT OUT!</title><content type='html'>I just have to give a shout out to my in-laws. I love my husbands family. I have always been welcomed with open arms. They have shown me love from the begining! They are amazing, because they all live down here in Salt Lake, but they give us our distance. They are there when we need them. I truly enjoy spending time with them. I am almost to the point where I feel just as comfortable around them as I do my own family. We had a family Christmas party over at his grandma's house, and I loved every minute of it. There family is warm and open. They always are concerned about what is going on in your life. I couldn't ask to be married into a better family! I know the reason why my husband is so amazing, because he comes from such an amazing family. .........&lt;br /&gt;SHOUT OUT TO THE REMY'S! I LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-354721089261770343?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/354721089261770343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=354721089261770343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/354721089261770343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/354721089261770343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-shout-out.html' title='I SHOUT OUT!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-2305036956387780031</id><published>2009-12-18T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:10:18.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to BLOG more</title><content type='html'>Like I mentioned before in my previous post I have been struggling lately with being depressed and want to try now focus on the positive. I am starting to see a therapist. YES..a therapist! &lt;br /&gt;We talked about a problem I have and that is I think TO much, and have to much time to do this. We talked about ways I could keep my brain occupied with good things rather then letting it steer into the negative side. Of coarse get a hobby came up..ha ha! I think I have let go of some things I truly enjoy doing. I think it's important to keep our brains active. I have compiled a list for you all that I am going to be working on for the new year: GO ME for having new years resolutions done early..ha. They are actually not New Years resolutions but anyway..ha..here is the list:&lt;br /&gt;1. I love to write and express my feelings. So with that said I will be blogging alot more. I am not the most amazing writer on the planet, I can't spell worth a darn, and my grammer may be bad but I LOVE it! &lt;br /&gt;2. I also love to read, and I have not read to many books since I got married. Oh I love to snuggle up and read a good book. Nothing helps my brain escape more.&lt;br /&gt;3. Focus on becoming closer with friends or family members I have neglected. I get to wrapped up and into myself that I don't stop to think of this. I have made it a goal to re-connect with one friend or family member a week.I have been blessed with so many people in my life that I have many that I need to bring back into my life.&lt;br /&gt;4.Try a new hobby. Ok I have always wanted to make jewelry for a while now. I know starting out may be an expense but by darn this is something I have wanted to try for a while. When all the holiday spending goes away I will invest some money to start myself up on this.&lt;br /&gt;5.Exercise more..of coarse that is a given. For those of you who don't know I was in very wonderful shape for my wedding and I worked out regulary for year and was very dedicated. I then got married and let it all slip away gaining 30 pounds, hence the drepression. Well, that's over now and pulling myself out. On a side note you can follow me on my fitness journy at nickandbeccaremyfitness.blogspot.com (I will post it on my blog roll).&lt;br /&gt;6.I have wanted to for as long as I can remember make a quilt. Who knows why or even how to start but I am sure I could hit up some craft store. I probably need a sewing machine, but maybe my mom has a spare one...mom?? do ya?? or anyone??&lt;br /&gt;7.Bake and cook more. I do this alot anyway, but I want to try out healthier recipes. I modify alot of recipes to make them healthier, but I want to try out new ingredients and get more creative. I will be posting them on my fitness blog, so if you want to copy them, they will be on there.&lt;br /&gt;8.Be a better wife. Think more and do more for my wonderful husband. &lt;br /&gt;9.Start playing the piano again. This is something I have been wanting to do for a long time. Anyone want to donate a piano to me???&lt;br /&gt;10. Be a better family member SPEND more time on keeping in touch with family. DID You hear that family? SO don't get sick of me if I text you more or call you!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's a good start. WOW..I feel better already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I are so excited to come home to Idaho for Christmas. Unfortunately I don't get out of school until the 23rd. That's right...ARE YOU SERIOUS? My students are starting to lose all sense of work ethic. One kid today was bouncing in his seat for an hour like tiger and he would not calm down. Oh man..going to be a long three days next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well signing off for now. I am going to o funeral for one of my former students. So sad! He was a cute kid! His personality was off the charts. He will be greatly missed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-2305036956387780031?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/2305036956387780031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=2305036956387780031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/2305036956387780031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/2305036956387780031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need-to-blog-more.html' title='I need to BLOG more'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-6010304610769677699</id><published>2009-12-16T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T07:10:25.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I am Thankful for</title><content type='html'>I don't even know who reads this blog anymore. Maybe no one, but that's ok! I like blogging sometimes because it'a way to express your feelings. I have been struggling alot lately. Struggling with my job, and my feelings about life. I guess I am having a mid-life crisis. I am 31 mind you! :-)&lt;br /&gt;I decided instead of wallow in my misery and make this a negative post, I would put a different spin on it. &lt;br /&gt;Since its the Holiday season, I would post what I am thankful for and what in my life is a light and bright spot.&lt;br /&gt;1.I am so very greatful for my wonderful husband that was brought into my life. He is my saviour in life. He puts up with so much from and always with a gentle spirit and heart. He my friends is one in a million. I guess I shouldn't brag about how wonderful my husband is, but I can't help it. He cheers me up when I am sad, and lifts me up when I am down. He comforts and kisses my forehead when I am crying, he listens to me when I need to rant. He is my best friend in the whole world. We still spend every spare minute we have together. I feel at home with him, and I know he is my soul mate. Him alone would give me a reason to get out of the dark cloud I am in.&lt;br /&gt;2.I am so very greatful for my mom and dad. I could write the same things about them that i have my husband. When I wasn't married, and even though I am married I feel like they are some of my main cheer leaders in life. They have saved me in so many ways over the years financially and mentally. Without them, I wouldn't be where I am at in life. They were like my foot prints in the sand because I haven't lived by them through my adult life, but I always felt they were there with just a phone call away. I can't count how many times I called my mom in tears, and she was the calming voice of comfort I needed. How very greatful I am for them. THey are the perftect exmaple of sticking with family through thick and thin. I only hope I can show my children half of what love they have shown me.&lt;br /&gt;3.I am so very greatful for my sister. My sister and I have not seen eye to eye alot of times over the years. After putting our "differences" aside we truly started to grow as real sisters. We have started being more honest with each other about how we feel, and I feel like I can go to her and vent about anything and she will listen. We are such very different people, but we seem to find common ground. She is a wonderful example of what a true member of the church is. Fos those of you that don't know, I don't go to church and probably never will, BUT she loves me for me, and I admire her for what she believes. She not only believes it, but she lives is. She is no Sunday mormon. It's hard to find people like that, that practice what they preach. My sister is also a wonderful mother. She is a true example to me. If I can only be half the mother she is I will be doing good. Going to her house is very peaceful dispite the drama going around with the children! If I was never able to have kids, I would be happy with being around hers for the rest of my life.I love you!&lt;br /&gt;4.I am greaful for my brother in law Scott. First and foremost I am greatful that he provides a wonderful home for my sister and their kids to live in. I admire his work ethic. He is a hard worker, and he wants the best for his family. He goes after his passions in life, and that is something I need to do more of. I appreciate the respect he has shown me over the years when I have been in his home. He always acts interested in my life, and willing to offer advice when I need it. &lt;br /&gt;5.I am greatful for my beautiful neices. Oh how I love these little girls. Nick and I adore them. Nick is in love with them as much as me! THey are such well behaved little ones. They are so smart and loving. There is no greater feeling then one of them running to give me a hug and a kiss. I love having them around. The sounds of laughter and giggling is music to my ears. They bring light into my life when I am feeling down. I am greatful my sister got married so young and she brought such wonderful kids into my life! I am also excited to meet my new little nephew.&lt;br /&gt;6.I am greatful for my brother. He is such a hard worker. I know he is a phone call away when I have any question about money! We have had some good talks over the years. I know my brother has been through alot in his adult life, but he is strong and willing to work through his problems. He is a good example of working through something and keeping your head high. I hope that our relationship can continue to grow in life. &lt;br /&gt;7.I am greatful for my sister in Law Macie. She puts up with my brother! haha..No kidding, but on a serious note...the woman is alway happy. She is very friendly to every one she meets, putting them at ease. She is always asking questions about my life and concerned with whats going on. She has a happy heart. She respects my brother and his ideas in life, and supports him. She is ONE strong woman. She is willing to tackle problems going on with a head strong attitude. She is a very loyal person to those that are family. She has always shown me love and made me feel important.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there are many other things that I am greatful for and people and that will be in another post. I listed all my family, but I have not forgotten my in-laws. I am very greatful for them as well. They are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;This post helped me to reflect on what is good and light in my life. I am in a dark spot in my life right now, and having some depression issues. I want to pull out of it because I have so much to live for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-6010304610769677699?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/6010304610769677699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=6010304610769677699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/6010304610769677699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/6010304610769677699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='What I am Thankful for'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-7890919160815038418</id><published>2009-11-18T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:28:47.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BIG 3-1-Reflections....</title><content type='html'>SO today I am old. I feel old..but I dont' feel I look 31! I wonder what 31 is supposed to feel like?? I suppose if I had a few kids under my belt I would look more like 31. I feel like I have been a mother for years though..teaching kids can be a mothering experience. Sometimes I feel like I am going to burned out from kids, and will not want to be one.. ha ha! Wow..I am rambling already. Alot of wonderful things have happened this last year. I got married for one. Holy Moly, can I just say what a wonderful husband I have. How in the world did I get along without him??? He completes me in so many ways. I honestly would be content if we couldn't have kids for some reason. He is my better half. I feel like we melt into each other. From the moment we started dating we have been inseperable..bad spelling..but you get what I mean! I think our friends hate us because we seriously want to spend every spare minute with each others. The weekends are spent doing everything together. We have our little routine and love it. We are not exciting people, but we get excited to be together. I never thought I would ever have such a wonderful relationship. He is just a great guy. He is respectful and loving, and just a good person. It's hard to find someone who doesn't have alterior motives in life, and he really doesn't. His love for me is pure, and un-judgemental. I can be so difficult sometimes, and he handles me in a perfect way. Ok...my shout out to him is over, but I could go on and on.......BOY do I Love that man!! &lt;br /&gt;I really can't think of any other huge event that has happened in the last year. I have learned alot about myself and am ready to move forward into my 31st year! I have a feeling it will be the best year yet. I look forward to all the exciting adventures that are coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me...ha ha!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-7890919160815038418?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/7890919160815038418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=7890919160815038418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7890919160815038418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7890919160815038418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-3-1-reflections.html' title='THE BIG 3-1-Reflections....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-5342973141948230509</id><published>2009-11-12T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T07:13:03.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO longer Private............SO EVERYONE READ!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I put my blog on private. There was no reason. I think I did it by accident, and then forgot to change it back. I guess a few people still read my blog. I need to be updating this blog more often. I really do enjoy blogging to be honest. I love to read blogs. So you need to leave me a message if you actually read my blog. I wonder how many do!&lt;br /&gt;On an update.............&lt;br /&gt;So Nick and I have some exciting news......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........I am pregnant........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA...ok just kidding. OH wow scared myself writing that one. On that note..no we are not ready to have kids just yet! My news is exciting to me because I feel like it's a step into something I want eventually. Nick and I have the opportunity to rent a very beautiful house for just a little more then we are paying for our one bedroom rat hole! I know, I know..you think rent, but we may end up buying it in a year. It just depends on our financial situation. It's just great we can actually live in a three bedroom house with vaulted ceilings, a deck, two car garage, and in a nice neighborhood! We would buy right now, but I married a practical man. He has zero debt, and just paid off his car. I have all the debt, and he really wants to pay mine all off before we get a house. He also has medical bankrupcy on his credit for another year and a half. The man almost died when he was 21 from pneumonia. He was in the hospital for over a month hooked up to almost every machine possible. In the end he has over 130,000 to pay off in medical bills. He decided to file for medical bankrupcy. It is a ding on his credit, but he is so good at managing money. ANYWAY.............that's the story! I will post pictures when we move in. I guess it's exciting to me because I have never lived in a house. It will feel more like a family. The people we are renting it from just redid the kitchen and two bathrooms and put in new carpet. &lt;br /&gt;Also, going to Vegas this weekend! Kind of spur of the moment trip, but we decided we need to get out of town!!!&lt;br /&gt;I promise to update more only if all the readers leave me a message...:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-5342973141948230509?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/5342973141948230509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=5342973141948230509' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5342973141948230509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5342973141948230509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-longer-privateso-everyone-read.html' title='NO longer Private............SO EVERYONE READ!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-5229748894246033795</id><published>2009-09-29T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T09:08:26.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need to VENT...rough weekend..and it continues!</title><content type='html'>So, if you want something uplifting..stop reading! ha. I just need to vent! I am so upset because I was dead SICK all weekend along with my cute husband. I had to miss hanging out with my family on Saturday because I was to ill to get out of bed. Oh yea, I did get out of bed to drag my butt to the shower, and also to eat..only a little though. I was emotional for missing time with my family. NOT a good day. Then on Sunday I was still under the weather..along with that, I got another bad gall bladder attack. Not bad enough mind you to go to hospital, but it was border line, and did cross my mind. It seriously lasted over 12 hours. I couldn't sleep very good. On Monday, I went into the Doctor, and they said I have developed more stones, so getting it removed would be the best decision. Surgery FREAKS me out! Along with that doctor visit, I went to the foot doctor as well. I have been getting a bunion on my right foot, and it's taken a toll on my walking. It's not bad enough for surgery, but it's no picnic sometimes. I get alot of inflamation in there. I got a shot on top of my foot full of anti-biotics. WOW..never thought I could feel such a pain in my foot. That hurt like the dickens..and I am still walking around like a gimp. I thought it was supposed to make me feel better??? Well not so much right now. Today I have to a take a half day off of school to go meet with a surgeon to see if I can take this gall bladder out of me. PLEASE Get rid of it! Well, that's enough bad posting for now. On a lighter note, I get thursday and friday off of school for fall break! YEA....!! I promise the next post will be better.........&lt;br /&gt;I just had to vent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-5229748894246033795?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/5229748894246033795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=5229748894246033795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5229748894246033795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5229748894246033795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/09/need-to-ventrough-weekendand-it.html' title='Need to VENT...rough weekend..and it continues!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-4863598738337027864</id><published>2009-09-23T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:33:24.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS FOR MY SIS!</title><content type='html'>Ok Chris so you better read this because I think you are the only one that reads my blog! I wish I had some pictures to update you with but I am at school on my lap top and i don't have any..maybe i do! Things are going decent. Nick and I are so back into a routine. I hate routine sometimes. Summer was filled with fun trips, wedding, and honey moon. I mean no..nothing! Wow, I guess my attitude seems bad. I think it's more like BLAH...ha ha. I am sure everyone can relate to the routine of life.It's crazy sitting here..my mind is totally blank. I guess here is my time to thanks my lucky stars. I should list what I am thankful far..Maybe it will get my juices going in the writing department. &lt;br /&gt;1.I am thankful for my job..I complain all the time, but at least I have one that pays decent and gives me good benefits. Career change? Maybe..but for now thankful. &lt;br /&gt;2.I am sooooo thankful for my marriage and my wonderful husband. Really, it's so rediculous how amazing he is. I think ok, can I even find something wrong with you? I really can't. We are such best friends, and he supports me in my weak moments, and I hope he feels like I support him. He accepts me for who I am and who I can be. Goodness I love that man.&lt;br /&gt;3.I am so thankful for such a wonderful family. I love that our relationship gets better and better. SHout out to SIS and MOM especially. I love that we can be more honest and real with each other. I LOVE LOVE my neices. They are so amazing. They are beautiful and so special in every way. They are straight from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;4.I am thankful for my car. Without that I would have to walk everywhere, and be out in the weather. I know it's really not the most important thing in life to have a car, but I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;5.I am thankful for friends. I have honestly been a BAD friend lately. I miss so many of my friends. I think, oh man I need to get in touch again with this person and that person. They honestly are in my thoughts all the time, but I don't really act on it.That is one of my goals right now to get back in touch with friends. WHY oh WHY don't I do it? Maybe because I am lazy..or just thoughtless..I don't know. To my friends, I love you and I know you are out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's enough of that..lol..ha ha. I will list more later. If any exciting news comes, I will blog it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-4863598738337027864?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/4863598738337027864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=4863598738337027864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4863598738337027864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4863598738337027864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-for-my-sis.html' title='THIS IS FOR MY SIS!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-7075013818061178224</id><published>2009-08-31T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:18:28.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Updates to COME..promise..BUT....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Spyf_foLHPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rmIuXRxL3Tg/s1600-h/IMG_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Spyf_foLHPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rmIuXRxL3Tg/s320/IMG_1557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376347968344104178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Spyf6zeplfI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KYqSDHDumZk/s1600-h/IMG_1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Spyf6zeplfI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KYqSDHDumZk/s320/IMG_1556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376347887773521394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduce you to my new favorite item. I finally have my own snuggie! Have you seen the comercials?? They are on all the time. Well my sweet husband brought it home for me. I have been wanting one forever, because I get so cold in the winter, and he thought they looked stupid, BUT he caved and got me one. I also made him feel even more like a man when he tried in on for a picture. I think he looks like a monk..lol. Well, I will be back to bloggin more. I promise to update on all the summer activities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-7075013818061178224?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/7075013818061178224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=7075013818061178224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7075013818061178224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7075013818061178224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-updates-to-comepromisebut.html' title='More Updates to COME..promise..BUT....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Spyf_foLHPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rmIuXRxL3Tg/s72-c/IMG_1557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-248795732724118285</id><published>2009-07-08T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:16:34.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It ABOUT time for an update here!!</title><content type='html'>Alright let me start at June 9th, 2009. This is the night before my wedding mind you. I was sound asleep dreaming about my perfect wedding day. At two AM, I was woken up out of a dead sleep with some major pains in my upper stomach. I thought ok maybe I was just nervous about the wedding or I had some sort of indigestion. I don't know. I woke Nick up..YES we were together the night before we got married..SUE ME! I was wandering about my apartment grabbing my stomach just crying. It hurt so bad. I thought ok, just try and go back to sleep. Well that was a bomb! I text my brother in law, and thankfully he answered. He said the pain doesn't sound normal, so I should go to the ER. UM..wow...this is not good for sleep the night before my weddding. Being the stubborn woman I am, I still thought it was just a bad tummy ache, so I made Nick take me to Walgreens and get some antacid. I was following him around the store cluching my stomach in agony. I had never felt this pain before in my life. Finally Nick talked me into going to the ER. SOOO...long story short, after seeing the doc, getting a sonogram, I find out I had gall stones, and it was a major attach. So, we got out of the hospital at about 7:30 AM. That means I got a good three hours before the attach. I went home and slept for like an hour and half, then had to get up to wash my hair, since I had a hair apointment soon!&lt;br /&gt;I really tried to hold it together..but I was freaking out inside. I felt soo out of it and tired on my own wedding. Those of you who know me best understand that getting married was the world to me, and of all days of my life why the heck did that have to happen on my wedding. It was a freak situation. I was in pain alot of the day still, and avioded taking any pills because I hate pain pills! &lt;br /&gt;The wedding was amazing. I was completely in a zone, and so tired and in pain. I really tried my hardest to pull it together and put on a happy face. I was so happy that day but torn by what had happened. Nothing went wrong at the wedding and reception. It was sooo perfect in every way.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have my own pictures yet but check out the photographers websight if you are that curious about it&lt;br /&gt;www.moniquephotography.com (then click on view your pictures at the top left, and find weddings, then click on Nick and Becca.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a glorious day, and I will write more. I have to jet on a bike ride for now. Also next post will include a few honey moon pictures!&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank everyone who made the effort to come and support me. I was so happy to have most of my close friends and family. It was a beautiful event in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-248795732724118285?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/248795732724118285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=248795732724118285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/248795732724118285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/248795732724118285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-about-time-for-update-here.html' title='It ABOUT time for an update here!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-2334488518684575219</id><published>2009-06-09T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:16:38.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Before and Sample of Bridals..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Si5grkuiRHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/K9N69ygjFug/s1600-h/Bridal+Photo+!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Si5grkuiRHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/K9N69ygjFug/s320/Bridal+Photo+!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345316109444858994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Si5gnv9b2fI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XcVNJ4RjWxA/s1600-h/bridal+photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Si5gnv9b2fI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XcVNJ4RjWxA/s320/bridal+photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345316043740666354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Si5gkHUzirI/AAAAAAAAAOs/tM_HJljHEFA/s1600-h/bridal+photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Si5gkHUzirI/AAAAAAAAAOs/tM_HJljHEFA/s320/bridal+photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345315981293226674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Si5ggoVfncI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RZCNc41VrWc/s1600-h/bridal+photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Si5ggoVfncI/AAAAAAAAAOk/RZCNc41VrWc/s320/bridal+photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345315921435008450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO....it's seven in the morning, and I can't sleep any more. It's the day before my wedding. I am getting to excited. It's sooo unreal. I love how I feel! I got my bridals done just yesterday and my photographer already sent me some pictures...so here are a few. I LOVE THEM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-2334488518684575219?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/2334488518684575219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=2334488518684575219' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/2334488518684575219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/2334488518684575219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-before-and-sample-of-bridals.html' title='Day Before and Sample of Bridals..'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Si5grkuiRHI/AAAAAAAAAO8/K9N69ygjFug/s72-c/Bridal+Photo+!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-5945459067603189855</id><published>2009-06-05T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T07:45:45.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday..Friday..Friday..Friday...</title><content type='html'>So, today is my last day of school! Yea for me...eh?? Its an exciting time to be had. I am now going to be full into wedding mode. I am super excited. I am VERY anxious to get to that big day. It's sooo unreal!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-5945459067603189855?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/5945459067603189855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=5945459067603189855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5945459067603189855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5945459067603189855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/06/fridayfridayfridayfriday.html' title='Friday..Friday..Friday..Friday...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-261468266894132270</id><published>2009-06-03T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:07:14.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY HOLY MOLY OR MOLIE..who knows!</title><content type='html'>SOooooo...in one week from today I will officially be Becca Remy. Don't you all love the sound of that? I sure do. I have my first official document with my new name on it, and it's my gym membership. That's right I FINALLY quite my job at twenty four hour fitness. The place has served me well what can I say. I met my soon to be hubby there, and pretty much every friend I have right now in Utah. With my job loss I also lost my free gym membership. Have no fear Nick is here to swoop ma up and add me onto his membership for free. YES!!!!!!!! I am marrying him for a free membership, and a free personal trainer. Think of how much money I will save on my fitness over the years. Of coarse kidding. I am soooooo excited to marry my baby! I am a bundle of nerves and butterflies all swarming around in my tummy! I so appreciate the effort some of you have made to come to my wedding. I have such great friends and family.SHOUT OUT TO YOU ALL!!! YEA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-261468266894132270?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/261468266894132270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=261468266894132270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/261468266894132270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/261468266894132270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/06/holy-holy-moly-or-moliewho-knows.html' title='HOLY HOLY MOLY OR MOLIE..who knows!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-967814606359854085</id><published>2009-05-29T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:45:19.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you go Private?</title><content type='html'>I really hate to do this, but I have a potential ex that is creeping me out, and I think he has found this blog! Please help me if you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-967814606359854085?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/967814606359854085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=967814606359854085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/967814606359854085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/967814606359854085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-you-go-private.html' title='How do you go Private?'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-4822710878106765035</id><published>2009-05-27T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:58:39.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting SOOO Close!</title><content type='html'>I am getting married two weeks from today! I really can't believe it. It seems so close. This weeks is going by so fast already because of the three day weekend. I seriously have butterflies in my stomach since Saturday. I think both Nick and I are getting nervous, but very excited. Neither one of us like to be any sort of center of attention. It will be hard for me to have all eyes on us. I would rather blend in the back ground of events, so this is what I am most nervous about actually. I am by no means nervous to marry Nick. I have not doubt in my mind that this is what I want and he is the one. I love him so much. I don't have words to explain my love. I feel like we compliment each other so well. We went on a really long walk the other night. We were hand in hand the whole time, and I thought that moment was so perfect. We just talked about our lives, and it's just fun to get to know someone just a little better every day. I feel like I can tell him anything thats going on in my mind. I am sure some things he doesn't want to hear..ha! I have learned to appreciate the simple pleasures in life. When you find someone you love, even going to Walmart is a simple pleasure, to just be around that person. I know this is just the honey moon for us. I want to just live up this phase of our lives. I almost feel to old to be like this, and maybe I should have started alot earlier, but every one has their own time line. I have said this before but I really am greatful to have waited this long to get married. I would by far not have appreciated it as much. I feel like I know myself so much better as a person, and it helps in my relationship. My heart is full today. Well I have rambled enough. I am sure this wont be the last post before I get married! MARRIED...can't believe I am refering to myself here.. ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-4822710878106765035?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/4822710878106765035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=4822710878106765035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4822710878106765035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4822710878106765035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-sooo-close.html' title='Getting SOOO Close!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-7845813184322688882</id><published>2009-05-11T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:55:28.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY WOW!</title><content type='html'>SO it really is under 30 days till I get married. I took off the counter because it was wrong. It is actually calculated from the first date I had and that was the 12th. It really is the Tenth of June!! I am soooo excited to be married. I love Nick so much. He is seriously the perfect guy. SO sweet to me, always telling me how wonderful I am. He is sincere and just a genuine person. For those of you who haven't met him, I really think you will love him when you do. That is why you need to come to my reception/wedding to see who this amazing guy is that I am madly in love with! He completes me in every way. He is my life now, and I am so excited to start my life with him. I just look at him and think he is the most gorgeous man I have ever put my eyes on. I could go on and on, but I am sure it's boring to you all!! I love my NICK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-7845813184322688882?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/7845813184322688882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=7845813184322688882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7845813184322688882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7845813184322688882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-wow.html' title='HOLY WOW!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-4773070449708652586</id><published>2009-04-28T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:19:16.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH wedding Bliss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SfdWq5CtEoI/AAAAAAAAANY/QSa3Kt1RSNU/s1600-h/sample+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SfdWq5CtEoI/AAAAAAAAANY/QSa3Kt1RSNU/s320/sample+pic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329823978882929282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview of engagement pictures...he he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-4773070449708652586?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/4773070449708652586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=4773070449708652586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4773070449708652586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4773070449708652586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-wedding-bliss.html' title='OH wedding Bliss!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SfdWq5CtEoI/AAAAAAAAANY/QSa3Kt1RSNU/s72-c/sample+pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-6832337560537024114</id><published>2009-04-02T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:52:11.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SdWHiSqxChI/AAAAAAAAANQ/K2anZs6z2fY/s1600-h/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SdWHiSqxChI/AAAAAAAAANQ/K2anZs6z2fY/s320/IMG_1121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320307558004623890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SdWHRpJj_-I/AAAAAAAAANI/-2Qg2LL6dqQ/s1600-h/IMG_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SdWHRpJj_-I/AAAAAAAAANI/-2Qg2LL6dqQ/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320307271981596642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SdWHMi7D5iI/AAAAAAAAANA/XdPmRJHSl4E/s1600-h/IMG_1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SdWHMi7D5iI/AAAAAAAAANA/XdPmRJHSl4E/s320/IMG_1131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320307184410813986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some new pics. We must look Vein but there is no one around to take pictures of but each other! Are pictures together always look the same because we have to take it on our own. Anyway, I know it's a PG blog, but I had to post this picture of Nick because he is so HOT! Ha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-6832337560537024114?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/6832337560537024114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=6832337560537024114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/6832337560537024114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/6832337560537024114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-pics.html' title='More Pics!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SdWHiSqxChI/AAAAAAAAANQ/K2anZs6z2fY/s72-c/IMG_1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-3373607534819406119</id><published>2009-03-25T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:28:02.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love my New Dress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Scr2OJcleBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/43Fyl4mkSaA/s1600-h/becca%27s+new+body+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Scr2OJcleBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/43Fyl4mkSaA/s320/becca%27s+new+body+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317333032978708498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Scr2JwvcH_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/deO-8lgnJiU/s1600-h/becca%27s+new+body+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Scr2JwvcH_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/deO-8lgnJiU/s320/becca%27s+new+body+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317332957627424754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I went to a wedding, and I got a cute new dress for it. Here it is..again one has to be a dorky picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-3373607534819406119?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/3373607534819406119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=3373607534819406119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3373607534819406119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3373607534819406119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-my-new-dress.html' title='Love my New Dress!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/Scr2OJcleBI/AAAAAAAAAM4/43Fyl4mkSaA/s72-c/becca%27s+new+body+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-4995409659274354761</id><published>2009-03-09T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:47:17.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The many faces of Becca..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX-1Ll2FGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Db_VM5Up_W4/s1600-h/IMG_1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX-1Ll2FGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Db_VM5Up_W4/s320/IMG_1053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311431525151413346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX-ogC1xxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iRhKtYbrnuI/s1600-h/IMG_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX-ogC1xxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iRhKtYbrnuI/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311431307303438098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX-eq6xpEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/S4U_exUEdZY/s1600-h/IMG_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX-eq6xpEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/S4U_exUEdZY/s320/IMG_0924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311431138423710786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX-XYyO2xI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ty1Sj565at0/s1600-h/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX-XYyO2xI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ty1Sj565at0/s320/IMG_0901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311431013296954130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX-LeXYovI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZaVojsz-vfU/s1600-h/IMG_1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX-LeXYovI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZaVojsz-vfU/s320/IMG_1094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311430808636531442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX995z8qDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TL1T178OFA4/s1600-h/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX995z8qDI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TL1T178OFA4/s320/IMG_0930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311430575485921330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX95eWgbxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VUtg8qWfgtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX95eWgbxI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VUtg8qWfgtQ/s320/IMG_0971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311430499395202834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I am such a face puller. I don't like pictures..here are some examples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-4995409659274354761?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/4995409659274354761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=4995409659274354761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4995409659274354761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4995409659274354761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/03/many-faces-of-becca.html' title='The many faces of Becca..'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbX-1Ll2FGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Db_VM5Up_W4/s72-c/IMG_1053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-9164078540613784128</id><published>2009-03-09T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:06:42.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby..I stole this from my sister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbVyZqh33aI/AAAAAAAAALI/jOleq4U6yfI/s1600-h/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbVyZqh33aI/AAAAAAAAALI/jOleq4U6yfI/s320/pic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311277120792026530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Where did you meet your husband (fiance)? &lt;br /&gt;I met him at my second job at 24 hour fitness. I worked the front desk, and he is a personal trainer. We were friends at work first. We talked and talked for hours at the front desk, and I seriously spilled my guts to him all last summer. I didn't look at him as more then a friend until right before we started dating. I thought he is such a good guy. We were both in denial for a while...then first date, magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How long did you date before you got married? We will have dated 10 months by the time we will be married. Not even a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you been married? Zero years...but hope to be a life time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What does he do that surprises you? He will send me sweet text messages all the time. He always does the dishes after I cook. I LOVE THIS! He will clean other areas of my apartment. He will bring me a drink at school. He does little thoughtful things for me all the time. He treats me like a princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite feature of his? Where do I started. I love his arms, they are so buff. He has a gorgeous body all over. He has nice soft skin. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is his best quality? I would have to say his respect for people. He is so respectful of me, and others. He does not gossip! I love this about him. He has good things to say about people. He is so honest, and he is comfortable in his own skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Does he have a nickname for you? Becca Boo..I love it when he calls me that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is his favorite food? He is weird and loves anything with protein. His favorite food other then protein shakes, would have to be mint chocolate ice cream. He also loves anything I cook..love it blind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is his favorite sport? He likes to play soccor. I guess if you call weight lifting a sport that would be his number one. He doesn't watch sports on TV. I am ok with this, since I am not into sports at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When and where did you first kiss? Our first kiss was the first night we went out. It was on my red couches. I know fast, but belive me I couldn't wait to kiss his amazing lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favorite thing to do as a couple? We love to work out together. We love just being together doing anything. I would spend 24/7 with him if I could and never get sick of him. We are just best friends more then anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have any children? Nooooooooooo, but hope to have a couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Does he have any hidden talents? I would have to say housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who said 'I love you' first? I knew we both wanted to say it, but I made him say it first..lol, because he said he has a hard time saying I love you to anyone. He says it about five times a day now. I love hearing it everything time he says it. It never gets old hearing those words come out of his lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is his favorite music? He is sweet and lets me control the music when we are together. I would have to say incubus, and some other bands are his favorite that I have never heard of. I make him listen to rap all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you admire most about him? Like mentioned above I admire his honesty. I also admire his work ethic. He is a hard worker, and he is always saying he wants to provide a good life for us. I love that! I also admire his respect for woman. I have never heard him say anything degrading to or about woman, even when we were friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is his favorite color? Blue, and Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Will he read this? No&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-9164078540613784128?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/9164078540613784128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=9164078540613784128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/9164078540613784128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/9164078540613784128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-babyi-stole-this-from-my-sister.html' title='My baby..I stole this from my sister!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SbVyZqh33aI/AAAAAAAAALI/jOleq4U6yfI/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-3189319592684450015</id><published>2009-03-04T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:13:44.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO ya see?</title><content type='html'>SO I have 100 days until I get married. That seems like alot, but it's really not! I am soooo excited to get married! I can't wait to wear my dress, and marry my sweetie. I hate being the center of attention, so I know this may be a bit hard for me on this day, but I will try and suck it up and live in the moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-3189319592684450015?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/3189319592684450015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=3189319592684450015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3189319592684450015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3189319592684450015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-ya-see.html' title='DO ya see?'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-2604468727965379758</id><published>2009-02-24T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:07:39.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the darndest things</title><content type='html'>Mostly this year at school has been super mellow. I lost half of my students last year! I had like 23 kids, four in wheel chairs. It was a bit hectic. My life has slown down alot at school since now I only have 12 students and two in wheel chairs. I tend to get a bit bored sometimes at school. The energy and dynamics of my class this year is just BLAH. I really try and pep them up and act enthusiastic, but it doesn't seem to work some days. I manage to still have a few laughs. My student Neil is hilarious. He has autism, so he is very repetitive. He will say the same thing some days over and over. My favorites lately have been, "But Barney, we are not dressed for the North Poo," or "Ted don't eat my gardenias, they are yuck." He will procede to tickle me and say, "I love you Becca." then the next minute he will say, "I hate you Becca, you shut up." He uses different pitches in his voice when he talks, so he will have a really high pitched voice then a low pitched voice on some things. His favorie that he ALWAYS has said is, "Becca look at me." He will seriously say this until I look at him or say, "good job Neil." Ya, it's a little exausting to say the least. I am just used to it as back ground noise. He never stops talking, EVER. He is always muttering and talking to himself. It's a bit distracting to other students in the class, but everyone just accepts it and deals with it. That is just a bit about my day if you all were curious! &lt;br /&gt;PS..I am aware I have typos alot, I really  just don't want to go back and fix them..:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-2604468727965379758?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/2604468727965379758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=2604468727965379758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/2604468727965379758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/2604468727965379758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/02/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids say the darndest things'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-575186861461277301</id><published>2009-02-23T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:36:02.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am lazy..</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I really have all intentions to post pictures up, but I am to lazy, or more forgetful to bring the camera and down load them here at school. Valentines was great. I have pics (coming soon). Nick got me a fondue pot, and I got him and espresso machine! I told him NO flowers, that it was a waste of money. He got me something better. We did exchange gifts two days before Valentines because we were to excited! Well, we tried the fondue the friday before. We took Nick's little sister out for pizza and then we all had fondue. I have pics of this too. We decided to stay in and make dinner (shushi). It was a pain! I have never made sushi before. I do know how to cook, but sushi is an unfamiliar. I got a bit stressed out over it all, and poor Nick was patient with it all. Valentines was not super romantic, but we got through it, and cranked out so pretty good sushi rolls. I have pics of those too! Yes, I know it's far past Valentines, but I forgot to write about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-575186861461277301?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/575186861461277301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=575186861461277301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/575186861461277301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/575186861461277301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-lazy.html' title='I am lazy..'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-3516720006820166570</id><published>2009-02-19T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:06:24.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN update..</title><content type='html'>Wedding plans are coming along very nice. Nick and have chosen a photographer, but a deposit down,and also put a deposit down on the place. We are moving right along..yea! I am getting really excited to get married. I have all the big stuff figured out. It gets me all emotional to think about getting married to Nick. I sure do love that man. He is so amazing in every way. He makes me feel like a million bucks. He supports me in every way. I hope that I give the same back to him that he gives to me every day. I have been working so hard to get my holiday weight off, and I had a complete melt down on Tuesday. He put me on a low/high calorie diet. My low days are only 1000 calories, and my high day is between 1200-1500. I usually stay on the lower range. This is supposed to help shake it up a bit. Anyway, there is no way I get through the 1000 calorie days without at least one diet coke. I ran out last week. I didn't make my meals for the week, and I was just having a bad day. Yesterday he bought me a pack of diet cook and made some stuff for my meal plan. I got home to turkey burgers and veggies cooking. It was so sweet of him! Shout out to Nick! Love love love him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-3516720006820166570?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/3516720006820166570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=3516720006820166570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3516720006820166570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3516720006820166570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='AN update..'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-4964930384855959733</id><published>2009-02-04T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:01:02.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We decided on that place!</title><content type='html'>SO Nick and I have picked a place to hold the ceremony and reception! Yea! Putting the deposit down today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-4964930384855959733?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/4964930384855959733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=4964930384855959733' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4964930384855959733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4964930384855959733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-decided-on-that-place.html' title='We decided on that place!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-3463791481530809089</id><published>2009-02-03T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:19:23.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wrath of the Wedding Plans</title><content type='html'>So all of you who know me best understand that I don't work well under pressure. Starting to plan this wedding has been stressing me out a bit. The original plan was to find a yard and do it cheap. Make the food, rent the tables and chairs, do all the decorations. Yes, this would save money however, it would create so much un neccesary stress to my life. I already work over full time teaching then have a part time job on top of that. Nick and I's schedule is seriously opposite and it's impossible to get things done during the day. I work 7-3 every day and nights 6-11 two days a week. He works a split shift 7-11 or 12 then back to work at 4-9 most days. It's pathetic that we only maybe get to see each other an hour before we  both want to crash out at night. Anyway, with that said trying to plan all the little details is getting to my nerves. Over the weekend I started searching on the internet for places and come to find out they are affordable. They take care of most the work. Nick and I are going to check out a place today that really stuck out to me. If we like it we will book it! Thats a ton of stress over with. We are also meeting with a photographer on Sat, so wish us luck with that too! This is all supposed to be FUNN right??? ha ha. The only fun thing I have experience thus far is trying on wedding dresses. I actually enjoyed my day with the girls. I will update everyone on what happens with the place today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-3463791481530809089?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/3463791481530809089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=3463791481530809089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3463791481530809089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3463791481530809089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/02/wrath-of-wedding-plans.html' title='The Wrath of the Wedding Plans'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-5256810797205278344</id><published>2009-01-20T09:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:28:35.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics coming soon...wow..</title><content type='html'>Ok, I have pics from Christmas and some random ones, but I just need to down load them. I have been forgetful! I mean to bring my camera to school to up load the pictures, since I don't have a computer at home. Life is going good! Nick and I are trying to spend time every weekend on the wedding. We are trying to pick out a photographer! Any suggestions?? Also we are trying to find a very nice yard to have our wedding in. Any suggestions there also?? Anyone out there want to offer their nice yard to us? We would be forever greatful!! &lt;br /&gt;We are trying to do the wedding as cheap as we can, yet still have it classy. I just have to say again, over and over how much I love my Nick. He is so great, and the perfect man for me in every way. I love how sensitive he is to my needs. I hope that I give as much to him as he gives to me. I just want to do everything and give everything to him! This week will be mellow. I have a teacher's work day today, and no big plans for the weekend. New goal is to connect with some of my friends SOON. I dropped off the planet after I started dating Nick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-5256810797205278344?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/5256810797205278344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=5256810797205278344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5256810797205278344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5256810797205278344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-pics-coming-soonwow.html' title='New Pics coming soon...wow..'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-5271977174821730373</id><published>2009-01-07T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T10:44:02.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while....</title><content type='html'>Yea, I know I have not even posted about Christmas Break. It was awesome and there are to many details to write about. I went up to Idaho for some of the break, and Nick came up for a few days. It was nice to have all the family together. I found my wedding dress while up in Idaho. It's pretty amazing. I am totally in love with it. I can't believe I found it!! I also can't believe I only get to wear it one day and that's it! Well, I will try and keep this more up to date. As for me I gotta get back to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-5271977174821730373?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/5271977174821730373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=5271977174821730373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5271977174821730373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5271977174821730373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-5810212902247739352</id><published>2008-12-17T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:11:44.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Baking...and then some other things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SUkstpUIe4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ziH2OyezozM/s1600-h/1217080938_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SUkstpUIe4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ziH2OyezozM/s320/1217080938_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280801200764648322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so my mom makes these amazing pumpkin squares, and I had a faculty luncheon today and I wanted to impress my colleagues (or however you spell it..ha ha), so I decided to make it. Well, I asked my mom for the recipe thinking it would be a snap to put together. Well, I lost the recipe, so the prideful person I am just thinks, oh I can look it up on a recipe websight. I didn't want my mom to know, because I am so absent minded sometimes. I looked up what I thought to be the same thing. Well, it has three layers..crust, wich came out just fine. The filling required milk, wich I was out of. Run to the store in the middle of it to get the milk. Come back realize the filling calls for pumpkin pie filling not pumpkin. I already had the pumpkin so I made my own version of pumpkin pie filling. Spread that on. The last layer is some crumble topping. The butter all formed into a ball instead of crumbles, so I put it in the freezer to harder it up again, then crumbled it. Well, it wasn't crumbled enough so I added brown sugar. Finally I get it in the oven, and pull it out the full amount of cooking time. I cut into it ten minutes later to find the filling more like pumpkin pudding (it's supposed to be like a pumpkin pie in the  middle). I turned on the oven again, and cooked it for another twenty min. I took it out and it looked NOTHING like my mom's pumkin squares.  BOMB!I was pretty upset. By this time it was 9:15. I didn't want to make anything else. I ran to the store and got a buntcake and cut it up and put it on a platter. I am a pretty good cook, so it really bugs me when something doesn't turn out, and I hated to bring something from the store. WOW..long story! Anyway, I decided to take the pumpkin squares to my class. I couldn't waiste them, yet I didn't think they were good enough for the faculty luncheon. My class LOVED them..go figure. One little guy had three of them and kept moaning and groaning..ha ha. Oh gotta love my kids.&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of that! I have three days left of school. I am counting down. My students are sooo hard to motivate around this time of year. They get so excited and some of them even believe in Santa. I am am so excited for this weekend. Nick and I are having "our Christmas." We don't get to spend the actual day together, but he is coming up the day after. When we talk about traditions in our family they honestly are very similar. It's pretty funny that one of us will say what we do and the other will say we do that to! I think it's great, because then we won't argue on how to do things. Saturday night will be our Christmas Eve. We are going to exchange PJ's, have hot chocolate and cookies. On Sunday we will exchange gifts and even we did stockings. I am planning on making a nice dinner for us. I got a turkey from my school! It's just makes me thankful for traditions, and realize my parents made it very special around the holidays. Shout out to MOM and DAD! Love you guys! &lt;br /&gt;Also I have to say Nick, I Love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-5810212902247739352?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/5810212902247739352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=5810212902247739352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5810212902247739352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5810212902247739352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-bakingand-then-some-other.html' title='Holiday Baking...and then some other things!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SUkstpUIe4I/AAAAAAAAAKg/ziH2OyezozM/s72-c/1217080938_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-1591671429568547356</id><published>2008-12-05T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:02:21.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO BLESSED!</title><content type='html'>My heart is so full today for some reason. I feel blessed SO much today. I have a great family and friends. I have a great life! Hope I can give back to others what they have always given to me. I guess it's my pre-new years resolution!! ha ha..I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-1591671429568547356?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/1591671429568547356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=1591671429568547356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/1591671429568547356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/1591671429568547356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-blessed.html' title='SO BLESSED!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-7928696552751096296</id><published>2008-12-03T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T06:38:53.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/STaZ8RzdTGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tRmLInFjUq4/s1600-h/1203080016_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/STaZ8RzdTGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tRmLInFjUq4/s320/1203080016_0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275573274361547874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I wasn't expecting this hot little item for a couple weeks. Nick suprised me last night after work and popped the question. It was a simple way to ask, but he knew i wanted it that way. Very private, and simple! He did perfect on the way he asked. I got home from work (24 hour fitness), and was sitting on the couch. I decided to take a shower because I had been battling a cold and showers seems to help clear me out. Well, when I got out and all in my jammies, Nick had turned off all the lights except for the Christmas tree. So, before I get into to much detail Nick had told me earlier that he had gone shopping??..for more ornaments and a star. I was kind of sad he didn't wait for me..ha ha. Well, first I saw the beautiful star, then I looked down from that and there were a few new ornaments on the tree. One said, "Will you marry me?" and then the others just had some cute things he wanted to say to me, and then I started crying. OF coarse..lol. I was totally in my pj's with damp hair, and turned around and he was on one knee. He then popped the question and of coarse I said yes!!! It was very sweet and special. He then told me to turn one of the ornaments around and the ring was tied to one of the brances. So, I posted a picture of the ring, but honestly does not do it justice!!!!!!! What a shock. I was not expecting it. Nick I LOVE YOU!!! I am so excited to be your wife..oh yea now I can say fiance..lol!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-7928696552751096296?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/7928696552751096296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=7928696552751096296' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7928696552751096296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7928696552751096296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html' title='WOW!!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/STaZ8RzdTGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tRmLInFjUq4/s72-c/1203080016_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-1781569014474577841</id><published>2008-11-26T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:23:50.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All grown up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SS2T5EgjalI/AAAAAAAAAKE/T5WDH-Alchc/s1600-h/1125082346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SS2T5EgjalI/AAAAAAAAAKE/T5WDH-Alchc/s320/1125082346.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273033347392825938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a tree last night, and we had to put it up. I feel like a real adcult now buying my own Christmas tree. It's not finished yet, but we thought for cheap ornaments, it doesn't look half bad. Well, it's off to Idaho for us tom! We are both so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-1781569014474577841?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/1781569014474577841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=1781569014474577841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/1781569014474577841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/1781569014474577841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-grown-up.html' title='All grown up!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SS2T5EgjalI/AAAAAAAAAKE/T5WDH-Alchc/s72-c/1125082346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-7331577595063153257</id><published>2008-11-24T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:35:54.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HA HA...</title><content type='html'>After reading through my posts you would think that I was pretty much obsessed with Nick...kind of am..but in a normal lovey sort of way!..:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-7331577595063153257?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/7331577595063153257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=7331577595063153257' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7331577595063153257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7331577595063153257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/11/ha-ha.html' title='HA HA...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-4705539431488059567</id><published>2008-11-24T10:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:32:51.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts........</title><content type='html'>Maybe I just want to ramble this morning, or some how trying to take a break from the reality of school, but I had the best weekend! Nick and I pretty much did nothing this weekend. Oh yea, we did go to applebee's but that was just an after thought. Life is good. I don't think it can get better then at this moment. It's interesting how relationships go through different stages. Every stage is fun and exciting. I remember when Nick and I started dating how giddy I was. Now I am not so giddy, but more get butterflies every time I see him. I feel at home around him. We just get closer every day. It is so fun to fall in love! When the walls are done magic can happen. I don't even mean to sound cheesy, but when two people are just willing to let themselves go, and just fall for each other it's an amazing experience. I think some people never get to the point where all their walls are totally down in a relationship. It's a scary place to be. You feel vulnerable at times when you realize this person is so much a part of you now, it wouldn't be the same if they were to just go away or things didn't work out. It's worth the risk to me. The way Nick makes me feel. WOW! Other then Nick I do have a life, like work and more work. Teaching is going great. I can't complain. My students are full of drama and suprises every day, but I am totally used to it. It never gets boring that's for sure. I have a very small amount of kids this year. I almost got student that would have been a wild one, but luckily the district realized this was not an appropriate setting so I got off the hook! My other job at 24 hour fitness is still good. I just like working there now because of Nick. However, I really wouldn't mind not having a second job. It's such a pain sometimes, but the money is nice, and it helps that I get to see Nick more!! Well, I think I have rambled enough for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-4705539431488059567?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/4705539431488059567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=4705539431488059567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4705539431488059567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4705539431488059567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts........'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-4630494234793092435</id><published>2008-11-21T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:53:17.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Believe I am with such a hottie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SScRpEuC0YI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a6zyvZhWM3s/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SScRpEuC0YI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a6zyvZhWM3s/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271201286199628162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SScRX3Q6RiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9TkL3RCYf_Q/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SScRX3Q6RiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9TkL3RCYf_Q/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271200990529996322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SScQ6z3L8gI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PEXlblwyFxQ/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SScQ6z3L8gI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PEXlblwyFxQ/s320/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271200491400589826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have these pictures on my picture slide, but you have to click on a button to get there. So..I just had to post these because I just gotta brag about my hot guy! Isn't he so handsome!I love to kiss him! He has the most amazing lips..wow. If you haven't kissed someone lately I suggest doing it soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-4630494234793092435?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/4630494234793092435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=4630494234793092435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4630494234793092435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4630494234793092435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/11/can.html' title='Can&apos;t Believe I am with such a hottie!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SScRpEuC0YI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a6zyvZhWM3s/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-4979883994338943641</id><published>2008-11-19T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:07:18.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My BIG 30th birthday.............</title><content type='html'>OK...SO I really don't know why this is messed up, but if you click on view images then you can go through the pictures. I tried to post alot of pics. Basically I just wanted to put some more pictures up of Nick and I. They are dorky most of them!! Well, my 30th was excellent. It got kind of drug out into four days. The party time is over though. It was a great birthday. Saturday Nick and I just hung out all day and had some fun. He is so sweet, he took me to the melting pot...VERY good! We had a blast. Sunday we just relaxed and made dinner. On my actual birthday I made HIM dinner..lol. I was happy to though, because he made my birthday so special, and it was a school night, so we didn't want to be out late..ha ha. I love that boy! He has the ring in his possession, so it's only a matter of time before I get it! He said the ring was flawless. I am so excited to have it, and wear it as a symbol of out love!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="&lt;a href="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;http://widget-36.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf&lt;/a&gt;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2666130979421593910&amp;amp;site=widget-36.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979421593910&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-36.slide.com/p1/2666130979421593910/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979421593910&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-36.slide.com/p2/2666130979421593910/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2666130979421593910&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-36.slide.com/p4/2666130979421593910/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-4979883994338943641?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/4979883994338943641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=4979883994338943641' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4979883994338943641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4979883994338943641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/11/embed-src-httpwidget-36.html' title='My BIG 30th birthday.............'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-4241253000581250447</id><published>2008-11-10T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:12:45.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SRhqALajiQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Rbo7KySWeM4/s1600-h/1107081637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267076315506510082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SRhqALajiQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Rbo7KySWeM4/s320/1107081637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nic Makes fun of me because I like to take pictures of myself. It's not that I think I look amazing or anything, I just like to do it. I snapped this before we went out this weekend. It was his big 27 birthday this weekend. I took him to get Sushi at Happy Sumo..LOVE THAT place! We also didn't forget the ice cream. The great thing is we have alot of the same tastes in food. We know during the week we have to buckle down and eat like a health freak, and then we can relax a bit on the weekends. This works really well! We enjoy our weekend slurges. I then drug Nick out dancing with me. I love to dance, and he just shakes his hips a little..lol. It works! On Sunday we then had dinner with his family. I made the cake and his mom made Nick's favorite meal. She is a great cook. It was so nice to have a family dinner. I am so happy his family is so easy to be around. We stayed there all day! We then came home and snuggled and talked till we fell asleep. Again another weekend for the books. I love you Nick!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-4241253000581250447?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/4241253000581250447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=4241253000581250447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4241253000581250447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4241253000581250447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend........'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SRhqALajiQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Rbo7KySWeM4/s72-c/1107081637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-5490041148959604267</id><published>2008-11-10T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:05:12.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SRhplilJXXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wOh2oNreQSk/s1600-h/1101081608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267075857868479858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SRhplilJXXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wOh2oNreQSk/s320/1101081608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SRhpZQyxVfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y3aUUXb0CtU/s1600-h/1101081609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267075646935356914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SRhpZQyxVfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y3aUUXb0CtU/s320/1101081609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I forgot to talk about my amazing weekend last weekend, and I will also write about this weekend. Both were such a blast. Last weekend Chris and the girls came down to see me. We had such a blast. They got to meet Nick! The girls really liked him. Whitney was a little charmer with him. She really just warmed up to him almost in an instant. I mean who wouldn't..ha ha. He is a nice looking guy! She is now in that stage where she doesn't like me that much...her words are "yucky Becca." I try not to let it get me down..ha. I know she is only two..:-) We first went to the mall without Nick, and I showed Christina the ring that I was going to get. It made me nervous because the kids were crawling all over the place! We then met up with Nick and went to the dinosaur museum. I think the kids had fun, and then the best part of all. Nick and his little sister baby sat my neices and my sister and I went out to dinner. We had a great time. It was nice to be out with just us. Nick was a gem for baby sitting. I thought that was the sweetest thing ever! All together a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-5490041148959604267?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/5490041148959604267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=5490041148959604267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5490041148959604267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5490041148959604267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-fact.html' title='After the Fact'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SRhplilJXXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/wOh2oNreQSk/s72-c/1101081608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-6935393840144131313</id><published>2008-11-06T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:11:10.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It could be official soon....</title><content type='html'>(my baby..........sigh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SRNAyaFSf9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/RBvRdbvsah8/s1600-h/1026081954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265623624065384402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SRNAyaFSf9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/RBvRdbvsah8/s320/1026081954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, just to update the few who read my blog. Well, most of you I talk to in person already..BUT I like to write! Nic bought the ring a few days ago. So, yes we will probably get engaged soon. Unless he drags it out into next year..:-), I will be wearing a beautiful diamond ring on my left hand before Christmas. I can't wait to be with the man I love! The ring isn't so shabby either..lol! I love my Nic, he is the only man for me. I seriously believe in fate now. We are so perfect for each other. He is so patient and loving. I couldn't dream up a more perfect guy. I guess all the frustration of being single until I was a bit older...uh..30 to be exact in a couple weeks, is all worth it. I told him I would be single another ten years if I knew that he would be at the end of the road. I can't even say end because I feel like life is just starting. Well, a new chapter I should say. I have been waiting to start this chapter for a while. I now understand that you can only move on to the next chapter when you are ready. I finally feel ready. I can't say I have felt ready until just recently. I guess you could say I am a late bloomer. When Nic and I compare our lives through our 20's, we realize that if we would have met at a different time in either one of our lives it wouldn't have worked like it is now. We just have an amazing flow. There is a plan for our lives, but sometimes it doesn't make sense until the end of the chapter. I now know why I have remained single. It has been to wait for my Nic, and to learn more about myself. Life is a process, and things make sense to me more then they ever have. I am so happy, and content. Sure, I get stressed out, but inside I always have that peaceful feeling in my gut, and I can actually say to myself it will all be ok. If I am struggling with something, I can say this too shall pass. Sometimes when you are at the bottom of a hole, and see no light or a way up, you just have to hold onto the times where you did feel in the light. I will soon be posting a pic of my ring, and you call can celebrate this moment in my life with me&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-6935393840144131313?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/6935393840144131313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=6935393840144131313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/6935393840144131313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/6935393840144131313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-could-be-official-soon.html' title='It could be official soon....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SRNAyaFSf9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/RBvRdbvsah8/s72-c/1026081954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-1652738153521542688</id><published>2008-11-04T06:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:52:06.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a fan....</title><content type='html'>So, I just thought I would vent this morning. I HATE waking up in the mornings. How hard is to leave a nice warm bed that is the most comfortable thing I have ever been on..well I will tell you! IT IS IMPOSSIBLE! Well, not impossible. The only thing that motivates me is the fact that I have a job like most productive people I know. I am so not a morning person. I am done venting...I still feel like I am sleep walking.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-1652738153521542688?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/1652738153521542688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=1652738153521542688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/1652738153521542688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/1652738153521542688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-not-fan.html' title='I am not a fan....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-3390816962769143048</id><published>2008-10-31T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:21:52.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Wow..it's been a while since I have written on this ...so here goes. Well, Nick and I are totally moving forward in our relationship. I can't give out to many details, but I did give a hint! Life has been great still. I am just looking forward to the weekend. My sister and neices are coming into town, and we are going to have a blast this weekend! I am excited to see the little rug rats!! I just need this day to be over now! I get so anxious sometimes when I am away from my luv. I always get so excited to see him even if we have only been apart for a short period of time. I know...love..ha. I am sure some of you can relate. Yes, honey moon stage is still going strong. Who knows...it may never go away, so I hope!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-3390816962769143048?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/3390816962769143048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=3390816962769143048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3390816962769143048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3390816962769143048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-5264882563820156840</id><published>2008-10-23T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:29:31.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>There are moments in your life where you feel sad, happy, anxious, stressed, over-whelmed, I could go on. This very moment in my life I feel at peace. I know I have mentioned it earlier in my posts, but I can't say it enough. I want to remember this moment in my life forever. I hope to continue this peace for a very long time into the future. I honestly feel like my life is complete. For those of you who are close to me, you know I have struggled to get things together in my life at times. I know I am not perfect, or do I make perfect choices all the time still, but my life just feels together. I only talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on here because he doesn't look on my blog. I have yet to give him the address. Some day I will share my blog with him. I need to brag about him a little. You know before you meet the "one" you kind of make a mental list in your head of what you want in a future partner? Well, he has everything I have ever wanted and more. I know it's totally clique to say, but it is very heart felt. I feel like when we are together my heart is whole and complete. I also feel when we are apart my heart hurts a little. I know its cheesy, but this is the first time I have understood what it means to be in love. I even want to take him shopping with me now. In the past I never worried about including a boy in my basic decisions, but I want to include him in everything. That's part of being in a real relationship. I am almost 30, but I have never understood it. I have waited so long to experience something like this. I feel so blessed every day of my life. Love is not over rated. I have never felt like this in. I love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! It's my shout out to him, even though he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; read this. ..:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-5264882563820156840?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/5264882563820156840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=5264882563820156840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5264882563820156840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5264882563820156840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-8461082656299954733</id><published>2008-10-22T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:18:19.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extensions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SP81djD8tDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dn6ooF2nlOc/s1600-h/1016082123_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259981671536309298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SP81djD8tDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dn6ooF2nlOc/s320/1016082123_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have been toying with the idea of getting extensions. They are a bit expensive, but I guess I am having a mid life crisis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't have work last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, and my friend who is a hair dresser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; me to let her put in a hair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt;. Its a clip on. It blended in with my other hair pretty good. I took a pic...what do you all think? I loved having long hair. Nick loved it. He says I am in the cute category, and that's the best place to be. He bumped me into the sexy category tonight. He was blown away by the whole look. I loved impressing him! Funny how dating him makes me want to look better and better. He is my inspiration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-8461082656299954733?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/8461082656299954733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=8461082656299954733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/8461082656299954733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/8461082656299954733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/10/extensions.html' title='Extensions'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SP81djD8tDI/AAAAAAAAAH8/dn6ooF2nlOc/s72-c/1016082123_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-4202017137110717826</id><published>2008-10-13T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:39:24.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Fam</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I had to privilage of meeting pretty much all of Nic's imediate family. His sister blessed her baby, so yes that was a recipe for family time. I was pretty nervous at first but the minute I stepped out of his car, I was greeted with open arms. He has an awesome family! I don't know why I was nervous at all. He has beautiful little sisters, and I gotta admit his 14 year old sister is my favorite. She is spunky and unique, just my type of person! I am excited to get to know them better!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-4202017137110717826?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/4202017137110717826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=4202017137110717826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4202017137110717826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4202017137110717826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/10/meet-fam.html' title='Meet the Fam'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-8579981219258020025</id><published>2008-10-09T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:25:35.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Time</title><content type='html'>The last activity before the kids crashed out was decorating some sugar cookies. They enjoyed this activity as much as me watching them. I love to bake with my neices when I go home. They just like to stick their little fingers in the sugar and dough! Oh well, at leas the germs are baked out in the oven. At least that is what I have been told over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SO49nNZMfBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LDsnVvHcx_c/s1600-h/1004081935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255205559007476754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SO49nNZMfBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LDsnVvHcx_c/s320/1004081935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Kenzie to death. We decided to make some Halloween cookies. She goes all out on the decorating. I think whoever eats these will have to take a swift trip to the dentist soon after! I love the way they turned out. She was very intense about the way the candy corns were placed on the cookie. Fortunately for us Pa has a sweet tooth, and he had one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-8579981219258020025?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/8579981219258020025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=8579981219258020025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/8579981219258020025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/8579981219258020025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/10/cookie-time.html' title='Cookie Time'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SO49nNZMfBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/LDsnVvHcx_c/s72-c/1004081935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-7886559179886662465</id><published>2008-10-09T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:18:54.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yea about the weekend.....</title><content type='html'>Olive Garden time. So while I am training I get one cheat meal a week. I decided to take some members of the family to the Olive Garden. I have become very infactuated with the 6 cheese marina sauce. Try it! So, I drug my brother and his wife there, and also my two neices. They were not as impressed as I was...sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SO479rejbqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4FFFTduP36E/s1600-h/1004081344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255203746016882338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SO479rejbqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4FFFTduP36E/s320/1004081344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweet...innocent...ahh ....the old keep the children busy with coloring the menu trick. I have seen it done, but never tried it myself. It works for about one minute, until they start fighting over the crayon colors. Bomb on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SO47jrC5TTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-T5T2s9oubA/s1600-h/1004081400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255203299224276274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SO47jrC5TTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-T5T2s9oubA/s320/1004081400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She looks possessed from the pasta. It was a wild visit to the Olive Garden! I think the visit scared her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SO47QmegZwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EzeNkzG4BrU/s1600-h/1004081343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255202971580393218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SO47QmegZwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EzeNkzG4BrU/s320/1004081343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um, My brother looks like he has a slight mexi mustache in this picture, I don't recall seeing it at the time. He looks happy to be there as well. Happy, happy joy..joy. Ode to family time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-7886559179886662465?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/7886559179886662465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=7886559179886662465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7886559179886662465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7886559179886662465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-yea-about-weekend.html' title='Oh Yea about the weekend.....'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SO479rejbqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4FFFTduP36E/s72-c/1004081344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-3383892941178347862</id><published>2008-10-07T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T06:50:51.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Embrace</title><content type='html'>Ahhh..After going two whole days without seeing my luv, it was heaven to be in his arms again. That's all I have to say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-3383892941178347862?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/3383892941178347862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=3383892941178347862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3383892941178347862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3383892941178347862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/10/embrace.html' title='The Embrace'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-5982482402287758221</id><published>2008-10-03T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:17:06.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Activity Gone VERY wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SOZkMQBc7yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rRrKSddtNs0/s1600-h/1002081529a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252996176996527906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SOZkMQBc7yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rRrKSddtNs0/s320/1002081529a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SOZi3c6CzPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Sxbp8HLWCbk/s1600-h/1002081529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252994720166235378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SOZi3c6CzPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Sxbp8HLWCbk/s320/1002081529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; So I noticed on Tuesday there was a little sprinkle of fuzz in both the pumpkins. I wasn't to concerned. I thought no big deal. Well, I woke up on Thursday morning and this is what I found. YIKES!!! Look close..the green, and black is mold. SICKKKKKKK. It was so mushy. Poor pumpkin of Nic's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-5982482402287758221?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/5982482402287758221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=5982482402287758221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5982482402287758221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5982482402287758221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-activity-gone-very-wrong.html' title='Pumpkin Activity Gone VERY wrong'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SOZkMQBc7yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rRrKSddtNs0/s72-c/1002081529a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-3643823926699937920</id><published>2008-09-30T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:09:20.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a wonderful thing..</title><content type='html'>I think its kind of funny that about four people read my blog. I guess that is why I am so personal. I want my family to know how happy I am. I really never thought I would ever feel this happy. I really truly hope and believe this happiness will last. Life has its up's and downs, but in general having a good attitude and a happy soul make it so much better. I can't be more greatful for the man brought into my life right now. I guess you can never predict the future, but I see one with him. I hope things go as smooth as they are right now into the future. He is just the person I want to be like. He has so many awesome qualities. He brings out everything good about me. I also love the fact we were friends first. That is the only way to date now in my eyes. Hopefully I wont have to worry about that anymore. Well, I have rambled, but my heart is very full this morning. I have an amazing life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-3643823926699937920?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/3643823926699937920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=3643823926699937920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3643823926699937920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3643823926699937920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-is-wonderful-thing.html' title='Love is a wonderful thing..'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-5829339509645886313</id><published>2008-09-29T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:45:04.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SOD3RwpJvSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Qc2AxXRleps/s1600-h/0928081759a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251469050001341730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SOD3RwpJvSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Qc2AxXRleps/s320/0928081759a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SO, Nic and I were feeling a bit on the wild side and decided to carve some pumpkins. They turned out pretty cute..but mine was better. It isn't the best view of the pumpkins, but you get the idea. Mostly I had to show off my man. Look at those muscles...that's why I love him of coarse :-) Again we had a great weekend. I swear just when I think it was the best weekend ever another one tops it off. We spent every spare minute together friday, Sat, and Sunday. We can't stop glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-5829339509645886313?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/5829339509645886313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=5829339509645886313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5829339509645886313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/5829339509645886313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/09/pumkin-time.html' title='Pumpkin Time'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SOD3RwpJvSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Qc2AxXRleps/s72-c/0928081759a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-2637724081883650781</id><published>2008-09-25T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:18:37.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Jeans..</title><content type='html'>So today is my last day of school for the week. We had parent teacher confrences the last two nights. I am spent. After Parent teachers I got a bee in my bonnett, and bought $100 pair of jeans. For all of you who don't know I recently lost 20 pounds in the last 2 and a half months. I have been working with a trainer, and eating like a health nut. It has paid off though, because I am still dropping. Anyway, they are a size I have not been in a long time, and I have to admit they make my tush look pretty darn good. That is my one of my areas that have a lack of bounce to it (Flat and wide in past). It is improving and getting a bit perkier, but according to my trainer she wants to get another 20 pounds off of me, and I am sure it will be up to my shoulder blades by then. Yea baby! I just feel amazing this morning. Tonight Nick and I are going to an 80's butt rock band. I got a tank top just for the occasion. I love that boy......sigh. We couldn't hang out last night because we are both so darn busy, but we did manage to talk on the phone for 45 minutes..it only seemed like five. Time flies with him. I am such a lucky woman!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-2637724081883650781?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/2637724081883650781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=2637724081883650781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/2637724081883650781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/2637724081883650781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-jeans.html' title='My New Jeans..'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-3568274326812523928</id><published>2008-09-24T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:25:17.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Pics...Chris..:-)</title><content type='html'>So I have pics up...there are so many more..but I included the ones with Nick in them..since some of you are very interested&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-3568274326812523928?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/3568274326812523928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=3568274326812523928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3568274326812523928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3568274326812523928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-picschris.html' title='Finally Pics...Chris..:-)'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-7754677253706199662</id><published>2008-09-24T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:19:04.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is up with my face?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNrKGdD2lXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QtddLuagCsI/s1600-h/dinner2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249730527882548594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNrKGdD2lXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QtddLuagCsI/s200/dinner2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-7754677253706199662?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/7754677253706199662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=7754677253706199662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7754677253706199662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7754677253706199662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/09/again-what-is-up-with-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNrKGdD2lXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QtddLuagCsI/s72-c/dinner2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-6900940825683643863</id><published>2008-09-24T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:17:24.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again...What is up with my face??&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNrJ2yvd0bI/AAAAAAAAAFM/71alV7z68Zo/s1600-h/dinner1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249730258824712626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNrJ2yvd0bI/AAAAAAAAAFM/71alV7z68Zo/s200/dinner1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-6900940825683643863?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/6900940825683643863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=6900940825683643863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/6900940825683643863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/6900940825683643863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-up-with-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNrJ2yvd0bI/AAAAAAAAAFM/71alV7z68Zo/s72-c/dinner1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-762863625997674594</id><published>2008-09-24T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:00:40.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hot Date at the dance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNrGjE4N-9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/dvjFbgMzw2s/s1600-h/dinner13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249726621560994770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNrGjE4N-9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/dvjFbgMzw2s/s320/dinner13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNrGZl4KmfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xA_7-Ufb8gw/s1600-h/dinner14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249726458620451314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNrGZl4KmfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xA_7-Ufb8gw/s320/dinner14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-762863625997674594?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/762863625997674594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=762863625997674594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/762863625997674594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/762863625997674594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-hot-date-at-dance.html' title='My Hot Date at the dance...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNrGjE4N-9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/dvjFbgMzw2s/s72-c/dinner13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-7583834649479777955</id><published>2008-09-24T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:57:48.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DANCE</title><content type='html'>These are some pictures from the dinner before the dance! Me and some of my students...cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNrFs-_ad_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/iDSKSfx39Xg/s1600-h/dinner23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249725692267624434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNrFs-_ad_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/iDSKSfx39Xg/s320/dinner23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-7583834649479777955?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/7583834649479777955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=7583834649479777955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7583834649479777955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7583834649479777955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/09/dance.html' title='THE DANCE'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNrFs-_ad_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/iDSKSfx39Xg/s72-c/dinner23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-7258310243756759567</id><published>2008-09-22T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:44:28.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most AMAZING weekend ever!</title><content type='html'>So, let me tell you about my weekend. Now, I can tell you about my guy. We have been friends for while, but about a month ago it started to turn into something more. His name is Nick, and we have worked together at 24 hour fitness for over a year. He is a personal trainer...aka..Mr. Buff man (you should see his muscles!). At first he was a little shy, but this summer he couldn't stay away from me at the front desk..:-) Then, I couldn't shut him up!! Well, he would say he can't shut me up, but that's ok. So...we started to date. It was very natural. It has been the best dating experience I have ever had. He is just amazing in everyway. We had the best weekend together. We spent about 30 hours straight together. Now, that is a record for me for sure. I drug him to the high school dance with me. He was a champ. I actually got him to bust a move on the dance floor. We even snuck in a few slow dances. I don't think I have slow danced with anyone for a long time. Sunday we spent all day eating, working out (he kicked my butt!), and just relaxing. I think I met my other half....:-). SHHHH..don't tell, but I think he feels the same way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-7258310243756759567?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/7258310243756759567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=7258310243756759567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7258310243756759567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/7258310243756759567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/09/most-amazing-weekend-ever.html' title='Most AMAZING weekend ever!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-4242787982510129769</id><published>2008-09-19T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:57:45.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in Bliss</title><content type='html'>So, I am sitting here being super unproductive as school comes to a close for the day. I pretty much have one thing on my mind, but I can't say just yet what it is. This weekend is going to be a blast! Tonight I am going to my high school's home coming game. I seriously hope we win. I went to last weeks game and it was very sad. We lost 7-42. The word on the street is that they will pull it off this game..we will see! I am going with my friend Mel, and trying to drag another along. My friends are not so anxious to go back to high school, but I live in it every day. On Sat I am going to Chaperone the home coming dance. Yea ha!! I decided to make the best of it, and arranged for some of my peer tutors to go stag along with some of my students. We are going to have blast. Sunday...well..........I can't say yet..but I know I will be sharing it with someone who shall remain nameless at this poing. However, I do know it will be an amazing time...just sitting around is amazing with this nameless person...ha ha.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-4242787982510129769?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/4242787982510129769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=4242787982510129769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4242787982510129769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/4242787982510129769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-in-bliss.html' title='I am in Bliss'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-3190244635732777310</id><published>2008-09-18T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:36:29.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Friday.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNKqz5msdwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gaRiftHTLbw/s1600-h/0912081348.jpg"&gt;So I was brave and took all my students to the state fair. The pics are just kind of random of some of my students I took with my cell phone, so they are not high quality by any means. Going out in the community is a way to teach social skills to the students. Sometimes it is very counter productive when all they do is fight, complain, and blow all their cash. As long as they have fun, that's all that matters to me!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247444324453218050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNKqz5msdwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gaRiftHTLbw/s200/0912081348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNKqpJVHH5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/cUcod6utPHE/s1600-h/0912081357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247444139695873938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNKqpJVHH5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/cUcod6utPHE/s200/0912081357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNKqbjEeHUI/AAAAAAAAADs/_rRGf_Ka7ZA/s1600-h/0912081224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247443906087230786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNKqbjEeHUI/AAAAAAAAADs/_rRGf_Ka7ZA/s200/0912081224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNKqRVwUx9I/AAAAAAAAADk/6vfayUiHGNQ/s1600-h/0912081343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247443730714380242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNKqRVwUx9I/AAAAAAAAADk/6vfayUiHGNQ/s200/0912081343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2453490920861618019-3190244635732777310?l=msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/feeds/3190244635732777310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2453490920861618019&amp;postID=3190244635732777310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3190244635732777310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2453490920861618019/posts/default/3190244635732777310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msbeccaboo30.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-friday.html' title='Last Friday.........'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11217751201643267962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8foP6dvgsk/SNKqz5msdwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gaRiftHTLbw/s72-c/0912081348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453490920861618019.post-8981592173694752182</id><published>2008-09-17T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:26:08.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life</title><content type='html'>Well just to update everyone. I currently live in Midvale, Ut (that is the SLC area for all of you non-utah people). I have two jobs that keep me very busy. I teach severe special education at a high school here in Midvale. I also get the opportunity to teach peer tutorings as well. They are regular education students who get to get to help tutor my students for a grade. I am around teens ALL day, but I love it. I also work the front desk at 24 hourfitness on some nights, and weekend. This is my fun job. I love going to work. I am friends with everyone I work with. I am very greatful for both jobs. There have been many friendships created from both jobs, and can't imagine my life with out some of these people!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I don't get the idea of blogging, so I decided to try it out! Most everyone that I associate with has one!  They are all married, and blog about their kids &amp;amp; husbands, and other random family activities. I on the other hand have no kids, and last time I checked no husband. However I do have many school children that I am in charge of on a daily basis, and also a new signifigent other, so I can subsitute! My activities day to day really don't vary all that much, but sometimes I feel like I live in a comedy. My students are hilarious and very dramatic. I try to keep a sense of humor about it all. I would not make it through my job if I took anything to serious. I really do love them like I would my own children. I am the mother hen of them all here at school. I am very protective of how they are treated at school. We have a blast some days, and I think wow I am getting paid to hang out with these amazing children. With that said..I love to ramble, and I am doing it AGAIN..ha! 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