<?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-1099333034707773050</id><updated>2011-10-01T04:12:39.286-07:00</updated><category term='Kristin'/><title type='text'>What's Left of the Nest</title><subtitle type='html'>Jim, Janet, Brent &amp;amp; Rachel</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-7203884456592433504</id><published>2010-12-29T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T19:22:44.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh of Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like, even though it is a blizzard outside, going out and dancing in the streets. It would be a slight understatement to say that of my seven semesters at the U, this fall 2010 semester was the most difficult. Tre had just moved away, I was carrying a very full load including classes, work at Archibald's during it's busiest season plus being the executive director of UPC. I was stressed the entire semester, because I just wanted to do well. After finals week was over, I felt relieved--I felt as though I had done well on my &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; exams and even if I hadn't, it was over and I could be happy about that. Above all of that, Tre was coming home! He arrived early morning on December 19th and left late afternoon the day after Christmas. Honestly, one of the best weeks of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tre was first deciding he was going to leave, I told him that if he chose to transfer, we would be breaking up. I just didn't think we could do it, but we are! One semester down, and I feel good about our relationship. I actually think that it was just what we needed, in a relationship that lasts that long it may be easy to get complacent, but now we have found a new appreciation for one another. I love that boy so much and we had such a good time over the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, per usual, was fantastic!! I love this time of year, just spending time with family and friends. Plus, my wonderful boss gave me the entire week off so that I could maximize the amount of time with my family and with Tre. I got everything I wanted and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning Tre had to leave, I was very sad and cried throughout sacrament meeting and as I took him to the airport. But I am grateful for this opportunity that he has to get his schooling paid for and to do something he loves so much! He makes me very proud while he is gone and I know that in the end, it will all be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was back to reality. I have been working every day this week and cleaning up the Christmas aftermath. Plus, I have been trying to work up the courage to look at my grades. I felt really good about my finals week performance, but as time carried on I started doubting myself--maybe I didn't do as well as I thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am supposed to be at my friend Alyx's wedding, but due to the horrible blizzard outside, I decided it was safer to stay home. Only problem? I am bored. The boredom got to me! I decided to check my grades and.... I got an &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; in anatomy!! That class is very difficult and requires more attention than most jobs and somehow, I pulled it off. I am pretty proud of myself. Because, you see, in order to get an A, I had to get a nearly perfect score on my final (only missing 5 points) and it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Man, life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TRv2XdCKkgI/AAAAAAAAA-k/D5s5ZYt_m3M/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556305448082772482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TRv2XdCKkgI/AAAAAAAAA-k/D5s5ZYt_m3M/s400/029.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tre and I, eating at Teppanyaki. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TRv2qUKQkwI/AAAAAAAAA-s/W2xVBd8mXt8/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand; text: center" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556305772118315778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TRv2qUKQkwI/AAAAAAAAA-s/W2xVBd8mXt8/s400/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, A group of us went to see the lights at Temple Square--so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TRv3Kk_b4GI/AAAAAAAAA-0/4ennK7HUhqk/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556306326392135778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TRv3Kk_b4GI/AAAAAAAAA-0/4ennK7HUhqk/s400/071.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandpa. I love him so much. You can always count on him for a good laugh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556308491972549810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TRv5IoaCnLI/AAAAAAAAA_U/vpuAl5SapFg/s400/072.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I love these ladies so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TRv32aEL8CI/AAAAAAAAA_E/IyS3sEkOYb0/s1600/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556307079373516834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TRv32aEL8CI/AAAAAAAAA_E/IyS3sEkOYb0/s400/101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, the other bright spot in my life? This little bun in the oven that I canNOT wait for his arrival!! 101 more days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TRv4TqwBJZI/AAAAAAAAA_M/LiDRnOnpzx4/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556307582068532626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TRv4TqwBJZI/AAAAAAAAA_M/LiDRnOnpzx4/s400/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-7203884456592433504?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7203884456592433504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=7203884456592433504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7203884456592433504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7203884456592433504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/12/sigh-of-relief.html' title='Sigh of Relief'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TRv2XdCKkgI/AAAAAAAAA-k/D5s5ZYt_m3M/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-3837542691056831006</id><published>2010-10-05T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T18:10:47.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What Would Be Found In Your Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524732902351889906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKvLTauY5fI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/GT9JP4CK6ZA/s400/purse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. A lot of space --&gt; I carry a semi-large bag with not much in it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wallet (IDs, gift cards, receipts and credit cards)&lt;br /&gt;3. Lip Gloss --&gt; Minty preferably from Bath and Body Works or Victoria's Secret&lt;br /&gt;4. Mints --&gt; Gum repulses me&lt;br /&gt;5. Couple of Pens&lt;br /&gt;6. My car keys&lt;/p&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/1099333034707773050-3837542691056831006?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3837542691056831006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=3837542691056831006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3837542691056831006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3837542691056831006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-twenty-five.html' title='Day Twenty Five'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKvLTauY5fI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/GT9JP4CK6ZA/s72-c/purse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-8655341290535120522</id><published>2010-10-04T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:07:33.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Letter To Your Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Mom and Dad, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to know how much I love you. You have always, since the time I was little, provided the greatest example to me. I am the woman I am today because I have had parents like you. I often think to myself that I am very lucky to have been given parents who are so accepting, forgiving and loving as I have. Most kids are scared of their parents, but when something bad happens to me, the first thing I want to to do is run home to tell you because I know you'll listen, care, and give me the best possible advice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know odds were stacked against you, getting married so young, but you got through everything...together. That is something I really admire in the two of you and hope to emulate some day with my own husband and children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are both great providers and have helped me emotionally, physically and financially so that I could have everything I have ever wanted. I have been successful due large part to the two of you. Which is also what pushes me to keep going, because I know that I owe you to see things through. I have been given every opportunity and therefore, I have no excuse to not reach my full potential. I want to make you proud as you have done for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People always tell me that I am spoiled, I smile and say "I know". I am not a spoiled brat however, there is a difference. I know this because I am very grateful for everything given to me. I don't want either of you to think that the little things don't matter, because they do. Little notes of encouragement, help with assignments or activities, or just an "I love you" at the end of the day means everything to me. I thank Heavenly Father every night for the two of you. I wouldn't be where I am today, without you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is so much more to say, but I have homework. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524407795355067202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKqjnsyJo0I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/efe3Zj-zYhQ/s400/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't take these words lightly: I Love You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-8655341290535120522?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8655341290535120522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=8655341290535120522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8655341290535120522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8655341290535120522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/10/letter-to-your-parents-dear-mom-and-dad.html' title='Day Twenty Four'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKqjnsyJo0I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/efe3Zj-zYhQ/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-6573218912369418037</id><published>2010-10-03T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T17:23:12.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;Something You Crave For A Lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKkeNMtKU5I/AAAAAAAAA-I/7NpjDbAxtNk/s1600/sleep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523979630044402578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKkeNMtKU5I/AAAAAAAAA-I/7NpjDbAxtNk/s400/sleep.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-6573218912369418037?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6573218912369418037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=6573218912369418037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6573218912369418037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6573218912369418037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-twenty-three.html' title='Day Twenty Three'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKkeNMtKU5I/AAAAAAAAA-I/7NpjDbAxtNk/s72-c/sleep.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-6761109880583228972</id><published>2010-10-02T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T13:30:02.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What Makes You Different Form Anyone Else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am girly, yet tough.&lt;br /&gt;I am compassionate, yet blunt.&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty, yet a total scrounge.&lt;br /&gt;I am loyal, but I don't give second chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't take anyone's crap, and I will fight to defend myself against anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I value family above anything else; they will always be my first choice.&lt;br /&gt;I am very self-motivated; no one ever has to tell me to get my work done.&lt;br /&gt;I am very practical and am constantly thinking about the future. I won't do something today that will ruin my tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am fiesty.&lt;br /&gt;I like blood and gore.&lt;br /&gt;I am confident; I don't care what people think about me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't embarass easily.&lt;br /&gt;I am brave.&lt;br /&gt;I am highly organized, except when it comes to my room or car.&lt;br /&gt;I am funny.&lt;br /&gt;I am determined; I strive for the things I want most in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all these things combined make me different from anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-6761109880583228972?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6761109880583228972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=6761109880583228972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6761109880583228972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6761109880583228972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-twenty-two.html' title='Day Twenty Two'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-8787755566479173940</id><published>2010-10-01T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:37:21.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holy Crap! Can you believe it's already October?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Picture Of Something That Makes You Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I could have posted about, but when I first read today's topic, one thing popped into my head: &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523117180858880786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKYN0DHzUxI/AAAAAAAAA90/JFgW6jhyBmI/s400/bk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my baby! Well, not &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; baby, but Kristin and Brandon's soon-to-be bebe. I have been begging them since the got off their honeymoon (over four years ago) to have a baby. They always told me no. On August 6, I slept over at Kristin's house (ya know, what sisters do) and we were looking at proffessional photography sites-something that we both LOVE- and pictures of babies started showing up. I whined yet again and Kristin replied with "if you want a baby so bad, have one yourself!" (REAL mature, Kristin). Then on August 8th, Brandon and Kristin came over to "talk to my dad", but he was caught up at church. They had other obligations that day so they had to leave and said they would be back. I had to go do UPC stuff later that night. Kristin text me and said "Where did you go?" I told her I had office work to do and wouldn't be home til really late. She told me I sucked. I agreed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom then text me and asked me to pick up a crockpot from Kristin's on my way home. I told her to tell Kristin to leave it on the front porch because I wouldn't be home until about 2 am. I stopped at Kristin's house and walked up to the porch to get the crock pot and attached to it was this note:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523116308982037954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKYNBTIKfcI/AAAAAAAAA9k/VG6xhrcsNQ8/s400/note.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was so excited, but sad at the same time that I had missed everyone finding out together. And sad that it was 2am and I couldn't talk to anyone about my excitement. I cried. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKYNKYUGqkI/AAAAAAAAA9s/VRtuByk_vyQ/s1600/cry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523116464993118786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKYNKYUGqkI/AAAAAAAAA9s/VRtuByk_vyQ/s400/cry.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ever since then, all we can all think about is BABY. We have already started a box of gifts that we have slowly started buying. Can't wait for April 10th!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-8787755566479173940?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8787755566479173940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=8787755566479173940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8787755566479173940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8787755566479173940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-twenty-one.html' title='Day Twenty One'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKYN0DHzUxI/AAAAAAAAA90/JFgW6jhyBmI/s72-c/bk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-4378920129848323827</id><published>2010-09-30T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:37:57.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Someone You See Yourself Marrying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well seeing on how we have been together for almost seven (!) years, I'm gonna have to go with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We met in Ms. Paredas' fourth grade class. I had a little girl crush on him until.... him and his friend Dennis made fun of my lips and told me I had "fish lips" (common when I was that age). I distinctly remember saying, "I don't like you anymore Tre". And his friend, Dennis said, "see! I told you she liked you". I replied back with a witty remark: "I meant just as a friend! I don't even like you at all anymore!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, honestly, I don't remember seeing or thinking about Tre for many years. His friends hated me and my friends in 5th-8th grade, because we thought we were so smart and cool (which we were!). Then in 9th grade, my school started "team fridays". Because we both had last names that start with S, we were on the same team and he was the ONLY person I knew in there so we became friends. I had another boyfriend at the time, but I started to have a crush on Tre, yet again. I remember writing Tre a note (cuz that was the cool thing to do!) asking him to go to the Halloween Dance, but only if he liked me back. He ended up coming and we danced a couple of times. Our group of mutual friends were just watching us and you know how you just basically spin in circles while you dance at that age? Well, anytime Tre would be facing them they would tell him to ask me out. On the last slow song of the dance, Tre asked me out and I said Yes. First order of Business? Go home and call my other boyfriend to break up with him (scandelous!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've had our problems along the way, but in the end we have always ended up together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently, Tre lives in Missouri finish his schooling and to play basketball. It's been the hardest thing that we have had to do in this relationship, but I know if we can get through this then we can make it through anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He can bring out the best in me; he believes in my whole-heartedly and makes me feel as though nothing is out of reach for me. Whenever I have a bad day, I call Tre and he can help me through whatever I may be facing at the time. I don't really like talking about my relationship, because I feel like people are so cynical and because we have had problems in the past, they expect and hope to see us fail. But Tre and I both live to prove people wrong. That's what we plan on doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love him. My family loves him. If we were to end up together, I would be perfectly content with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love who I am when I'm with him and only hope that I do the same for him. I know that if we are meant to be, the Lord will provide the way and there is no need to worry about it. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522903002365830546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKVLBOD0JZI/AAAAAAAAA9U/6rp-izhNx0E/s400/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-4378920129848323827?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/4378920129848323827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=4378920129848323827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/4378920129848323827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/4378920129848323827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-20.html' title='Day Twenty'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKVLBOD0JZI/AAAAAAAAA9U/6rp-izhNx0E/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-6360307208413506160</id><published>2010-09-29T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:27:53.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nineteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nicknames You Have and Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh me oh my....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From My Mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pauline (my middle name)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dolly (probably because I'm the youngest and only girl)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So when I worked with Kristin at Grandma's restaurant Kristin gave me the nickname:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SMACHEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;which then led down a slippery slope of names to follow:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smachen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shmachel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shmigion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Machen (Still commonly used)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Machie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mach &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;My girl-friends from high school called me Spraychel (she was a cartoon for a commercial).&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522557474705852274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKQQw3OFR3I/AAAAAAAAA9M/B-fSnXJUiMg/s400/Spraychel-lectern.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My work friends and college friends call me Rae Rae (college spelling) or Ray Ray (work spelling)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rob calls me Baby Ray or R^2 (Ray Ray) Because our group of UPC friends had a family story where Rob was the Dad "Papi"; Alison was the oldest sister, then ashley, Jeremy and Erin were twins (Er-Bear and Jer-Bear); then there was the tween: Meesh and Baby Ray. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like them all because I love all the people who gave them to me and it's more personal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-6360307208413506160?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6360307208413506160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=6360307208413506160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6360307208413506160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6360307208413506160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-nineteen.html' title='Day Nineteen'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKQQw3OFR3I/AAAAAAAAA9M/B-fSnXJUiMg/s72-c/Spraychel-lectern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-1851381234140706022</id><published>2010-09-28T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:47:59.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eighteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plans/Dreams/Goals You Have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short term: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*don't procrastinate: do assignments as they are assigned to reduce stress levels&lt;br /&gt;*get good grades this semester as well as the next 1,2,3 (I don't really know how close I am to graduating...)&lt;br /&gt;*save as much $$$ as possible&lt;br /&gt;*take better care of myself: wash my face every night, keep my room clean, etc.&lt;br /&gt;*get my patriarchal blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long term:&lt;br /&gt;*graduate with more than good grades (3.7+)&lt;br /&gt;*do well on the DAT (dental admissions test)&lt;br /&gt;*get into dental school (as close to home as possible)&lt;br /&gt;*get married in the temple&lt;br /&gt;*be financially responsible enough to own a house&lt;br /&gt;*have children (i think that if I was put on this planet for one reason-it is to be a mom)&lt;br /&gt;*Be completely happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things from my bucket list:&lt;br /&gt;*swim with a dolphin (i plan on doing this on my honeymoon)&lt;br /&gt;*go sky-diving&lt;br /&gt;*learn a foreign language-fluently!&lt;br /&gt;*learn to say "no"&lt;br /&gt;*go skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;*stay at lake powell on a house boat&lt;br /&gt;*sit courtside at a lakers game&lt;br /&gt;*learn how to take amazing pictures&lt;br /&gt;*fulfill jury duty on a (semi) high profile case (perfereably murder-i watch enough shows)&lt;br /&gt;*cliff jumping&lt;br /&gt;*rent/buy a really expensive car&lt;br /&gt;*horseback riding on the beach&lt;br /&gt;*learn sign language&lt;br /&gt;*visit all fifty states before 50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKLDUJPOpeI/AAAAAAAAA9E/b3XghQbYq9k/s1600/bucket-list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522190843954243042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKLDUJPOpeI/AAAAAAAAA9E/b3XghQbYq9k/s400/bucket-list.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-1851381234140706022?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1851381234140706022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=1851381234140706022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1851381234140706022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1851381234140706022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-eighteen.html' title='Day Eighteen'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKLDUJPOpeI/AAAAAAAAA9E/b3XghQbYq9k/s72-c/bucket-list.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-1096184973645868368</id><published>2010-09-27T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:16:50.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventeen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Someone You Would Want to Switch Lives With For One Day and Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmmmm. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would have to say Miss Rihanna&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521763681961035858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKE-0CzwyFI/AAAAAAAAA88/0FHUPTN97ds/s400/rihanna1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. She is absolutely gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;2. She is strong woman. She got beat up by her boyfriend, and she wasn't ashamed. Instead she came back with a vengeance: releasing her best CD yet.&lt;br /&gt;3. She is funny. Did you see her on SNL?&lt;br /&gt;4. She is extremely talented. I love her singing voice. That is one talent that I covet.&lt;br /&gt;5. You can just tell, by the way that she carries herself, she is way cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3UjJ4wKLkg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3UjJ4wKLkg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TzhU8RZD1ow?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TzhU8RZD1ow?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-1096184973645868368?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1096184973645868368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=1096184973645868368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1096184973645868368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1096184973645868368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-seventeen.html' title='Day Seventeen'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TKE-0CzwyFI/AAAAAAAAA88/0FHUPTN97ds/s72-c/rihanna1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-8248141335039058376</id><published>2010-09-26T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T17:36:28.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Hiatus is over. I had to study for my four exams last week and so the blog had to take the backseat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the topic for today was dumb! "Another Picture of Yourself". Oh brother, there are a million and one topics you could assign to write and they repeat the same one in 30 day time period? So I'm gonna talk about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it started Thursday, I got done with my week of school at 3:30PM. *Sigh of Relief* I thought this week was going to be super hard, but guess what? If you study and prepare, even four tests can't get you down! (I need to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ingrain&lt;/span&gt; this in my memory so that I quit procrastinating all the time!) After class and meetings, Me, Joyce and our friend Fonzie went to dinner to catch up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday, I woke up, attempted to clean my room (fail), then went to shopping and lunch with Alison. She buys tons and I buy nothing, typical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That night, Me, Joyce, Alison and Rob went to dinner at Olive Garden and then went to the homecoming dance. It was better than last year, but still not great. But hey! we had fun anyway. After the dance, we all went and slept over at Rob's new place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday, I worked (and for the first time--in a long time-- Work was great!) then me and Joyce went to our friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nuthaniel's&lt;/span&gt; place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a really good end to a stressful week. Good friend, good times and fun. Just what the doctor ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJ_l9OGwBRI/AAAAAAAAA80/qEwndFQ61pw/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521384508100707602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJ_l9OGwBRI/AAAAAAAAA80/qEwndFQ61pw/s400/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJ_lwtAow6I/AAAAAAAAA8s/JQZL4MMjQDo/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521384293058266018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJ_lwtAow6I/AAAAAAAAA8s/JQZL4MMjQDo/s400/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJ_lm9hJiFI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YKeP-y1NTkA/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521384125690906706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJ_lm9hJiFI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YKeP-y1NTkA/s400/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJ_lgIEu41I/AAAAAAAAA8c/75fO40EG7Sw/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521384008265425746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJ_lgIEu41I/AAAAAAAAA8c/75fO40EG7Sw/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJ_lV7t84FI/AAAAAAAAA8U/_Jbza-WQuic/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521383833149956178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJ_lV7t84FI/AAAAAAAAA8U/_Jbza-WQuic/s400/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1099333034707773050-8248141335039058376?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8248141335039058376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=8248141335039058376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8248141335039058376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8248141335039058376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-sixteen.html' title='Day Sixteen'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJ_l9OGwBRI/AAAAAAAAA80/qEwndFQ61pw/s72-c/032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-2636862483500732375</id><published>2010-09-19T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:36:24.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Put Your iPod on Shuffle and Record the First Ten Songs That Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ciara- My Love&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know/like this song.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lady Gaga- Bad Romance&lt;br /&gt;She is a genius. Went from nobody to a huge star so quickly because people can't quite figure her out. We hate to not understand.&lt;br /&gt;3. Leona Lewis- Angel&lt;br /&gt;A good song, but there are better on her album. She is really talented.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Black Eyes Peas- Missing You&lt;br /&gt;Love Song turned Techno.&lt;br /&gt;5. P. Diddy ft. Keyshia Cole- Last Night&lt;br /&gt;I have this song because of KC-her CD "Just Like You" is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;6. Nelly- E.I.&lt;br /&gt;I like Nelly. He is so gangsta :)&lt;br /&gt;7. Ginuwine- So Anxious&lt;br /&gt;I think Brandon gave me this CD "100% Ginuwine" when I was little. I would listen to it as I cleaned my room.&lt;br /&gt;8. Kenneth Cope- White Dress&lt;br /&gt;My favorite religious musical artist! His lyrics make me cry, even if I've heard the song a billion times. Get his CD "Hear My Praise".&lt;br /&gt;9. Saving Jane- Girl Next Door&lt;br /&gt;Just like Taylor Swift's "You Belong To Me". Except this song came out way before.&lt;br /&gt;10. Maroon 5-Harder to Breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! My music selection is so random!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-2636862483500732375?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/2636862483500732375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=2636862483500732375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/2636862483500732375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/2636862483500732375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-fifteen.html' title='Day Fifteen'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-9108944525895584108</id><published>2010-09-18T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:35:43.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristin'/><title type='text'>Day Fourteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Picture of You and Your Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWRQlvq4aI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vvR3nk7a1ik/s1600/real3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518476632608399778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWRQlvq4aI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vvR3nk7a1ik/s400/real3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Tyler, Janet, Kristin, Dad and Brandon&lt;br /&gt;Real Salt Lake Soccer Game 07.24.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWRBj1oaUI/AAAAAAAAA8E/FvOTWrPet1k/s1600/284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518476374398495042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWRBj1oaUI/AAAAAAAAA8E/FvOTWrPet1k/s400/284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Mom, Becca and Erica&lt;br /&gt;Making Peanut Butter Fingers in Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWQpT6gKqI/AAAAAAAAA78/8za6WXx-uWY/s1600/240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518475957807098530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWQpT6gKqI/AAAAAAAAA78/8za6WXx-uWY/s400/240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Erica and Me&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWQSbPyXpI/AAAAAAAAA70/BUdaW1bF9C8/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518475564638428818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWQSbPyXpI/AAAAAAAAA70/BUdaW1bF9C8/s400/IMG_0164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brent, Me, Brandon, Kristin, Tyler, Ann, Mom, Dad, Grandma Hepworth and Grandma Sellers&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWQLZMWWgI/AAAAAAAAA7s/fQs-9gB5gmQ/s1600/175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518475443828054530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWQLZMWWgI/AAAAAAAAA7s/fQs-9gB5gmQ/s400/175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, Dad, Ann, Tyler, Kristin, Brandon, Brent and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanksgiving 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWPxe5zgKI/AAAAAAAAA7k/R7po8dni3cA/s1600/082+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518474998684287138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWPxe5zgKI/AAAAAAAAA7k/R7po8dni3cA/s400/082+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Family and Randy's Family&lt;br /&gt;Boating July 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWPhVpGXvI/AAAAAAAAA7c/XqrGivriiuM/s1600/l_d65c7c1fc97449ec8ccf380e5d6169fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518474721320394482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWPhVpGXvI/AAAAAAAAA7c/XqrGivriiuM/s400/l_d65c7c1fc97449ec8ccf380e5d6169fd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ann, Kristin and Me&lt;br /&gt;Twilight Premier 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-9108944525895584108?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/9108944525895584108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=9108944525895584108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/9108944525895584108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/9108944525895584108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-fourteen.html' title='Day Fourteen'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJWRQlvq4aI/AAAAAAAAA8M/vvR3nk7a1ik/s72-c/real3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-4715659682234156089</id><published>2010-09-17T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T21:29:39.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Letter To Someone Who Has Hurt You Lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmmm.. I can't think of one and even if I could, I don't think I would air dirty laundry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I'm changing this one too. It is now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Letter To Someone Who Has Made You Smile Lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't ever want you to go one day feeling unappreciated. I recognize all that you do for this family and I want you to know that I appreciate it all. I wouldn't be the strong, independent woman I am today, had it not been for a strong, independent woman standing behind me 100% of the time. I know I can always count on you, and that helps me get through any tough thing that is thrown in my path. You are such a good person, and I look up to you in so many ways. I love you so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-4715659682234156089?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/4715659682234156089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=4715659682234156089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/4715659682234156089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/4715659682234156089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-thirteen.html' title='Day Thirteen'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-2991504735464427912</id><published>2010-09-16T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T21:30:04.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twelve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How You Found Out ABout Blogspot and Why You Started One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I already talked about this a little bit on the second day of why I named my blog what it is, But here we go again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brandon started a &lt;a href="http://brandonandkristin.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for Kristin as a surprise for their wedding. I always enjoyed reading what either of them had to say. I decided that I would start one (because I have so much free time, ya know?) to keep the cyberworld (AKA, Grandma K) informed about the busy lives of Dad, Mom, Brent and I. I mean, people probably don't really care because I'm not funny or particularly interesting, but whatever. My Grandma likes it, so I will continue to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dedicated to You G'Ma :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-2991504735464427912?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/2991504735464427912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=2991504735464427912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/2991504735464427912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/2991504735464427912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-12.html' title='Day Twelve'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-3917775993689272027</id><published>2010-09-15T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:23:27.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eleven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another Picture of You and Your Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(gee...they must have run out of ideas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJGo-StEWRI/AAAAAAAAA7U/nKI96eRVGag/s1600/pc35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517376806631790866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJGo-StEWRI/AAAAAAAAA7U/nKI96eRVGag/s400/pc35.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ali-Shon, Baby Rae, Jer-Bear, E-Rhino, Swappy and Schmob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJGoKP6lRjI/AAAAAAAAA7M/dNtVhd9WXFM/s1600/summer+08+272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517375912529970738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJGoKP6lRjI/AAAAAAAAA7M/dNtVhd9WXFM/s400/summer+08+272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenz-O, Spraychel, Madi, Schmorg, Allee-Mo-Ballee, Yoyc and CarolAnne OrangeHead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJGmzx7bvcI/AAAAAAAAA7E/8WwMjhmZjc4/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517374427011726786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJGmzx7bvcI/AAAAAAAAA7E/8WwMjhmZjc4/s400/047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Nut, Ted, Jess, Ty, Allee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJGl9nXtDjI/AAAAAAAAA68/4LIes5w04xE/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517373496464576050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJGl9nXtDjI/AAAAAAAAA68/4LIes5w04xE/s400/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meesh, Alison, Me and Swapp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-3917775993689272027?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3917775993689272027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=3917775993689272027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3917775993689272027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3917775993689272027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-eleven.html' title='Day Eleven'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TJGo-StEWRI/AAAAAAAAA7U/nKI96eRVGag/s72-c/pc35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-585452467163492105</id><published>2010-09-14T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T22:05:08.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Songs You Listen to When You're Happy, Mad, Sad &amp;amp; Hyped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics really speak to me and so I can listen to almost any genre as long as the lyrics are good. I mostly listen to rap, hip-hop, top 40 and love songs. With that being said, this is a really tough question to answer because I don't listen to a particular song with each emotion. Anyhow, here's what is playing on my iPod right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Mars- Just the Way You Are&lt;br /&gt;I think it gives a good message to a society obsessed with the "perfect image"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem ft. Rihanna- Love the Way You Lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.O.B. ft. Haley Williams and Eminem- Airplanes Part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARiT3R63U0I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARiT3R63U0I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown ft. Tyga and Kevin McCall- Deuces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9RUSRxTpI80?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9RUSRxTpI80?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift- You're Not Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5s3GUZiY39Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5s3GUZiY39Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow Patrol- Chasing Cars ( a subtle love song )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GemKqzILV4w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GemKqzILV4w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake- Find Your Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xyv4Bjja8yc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xyv4Bjja8yc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE finding new music. So I'm open to suggestions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-585452467163492105?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/585452467163492105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=585452467163492105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/585452467163492105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/585452467163492105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-ten.html' title='Day Ten'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-385504341554866682</id><published>2010-09-13T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:42:29.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something You're Proud Of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of my persistence. Two years ago I was set up perfectly for this position at my school. I tried hard to not get caught up in it, but when the people selecting keep telling me how great I was and how perfect I fit the job, it was hard not to. I had put in so much time and dedication my freshman year and when I didn't get the next position, I was more than disappointed. I was notified that someone else had been selected while I was at work; I cried so much that they had to send me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about me is that I have a lot of passion. So when I had given everything I had and it wasn't enough, it was devastating. I thought about quitting the organization altogether because I was hurt and a little embarrassed. I decided instead that I was going to show them that they had been wrong in not selecting me. I worked even harder than I had the year before- even as just a volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work paid off and I was selected as the Director position of the Crimson Nights board. Through that position, I made some of the best friends in life and learned so many things about myself and about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been easier for me to throw myself a pity-party, but I didn't. I made the conscious choice to make the situation better for myself, worked hard and then enjoyed the reward-thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of myself that I didn't let my pride get in the way of something that I really wanted and even with a bruised ego, I picked myself up and earned it all in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TI7tYCGejCI/AAAAAAAAA6c/EsZNhqLXocI/s1600/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516607590712118306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TI7tYCGejCI/AAAAAAAAA6c/EsZNhqLXocI/s400/120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Curtis, Erica, Me and Shab&lt;br /&gt;Community Service Board 2007-2008&lt;br /&gt;Position: Associate Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TI7tuRITT9I/AAAAAAAAA6k/SqY2RskhqUk/s1600/217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516607972703424466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TI7tuRITT9I/AAAAAAAAA6k/SqY2RskhqUk/s400/217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Erica and Steven&lt;br /&gt;Crimson Nights Board 2008-2009&lt;br /&gt;Position: Volunteer/Board Member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TI7t_X6-5iI/AAAAAAAAA6s/dcfDWyMs06U/s1600/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516608266584385058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TI7t_X6-5iI/AAAAAAAAA6s/dcfDWyMs06U/s400/24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashley, Alison, Me and Erin&lt;br /&gt;Crimson Nights Board 2009-2010&lt;br /&gt;Position: Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TI7tuRITT9I/AAAAAAAAA6k/SqY2RskhqUk/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TI7uRicOxuI/AAAAAAAAA60/TUn6wSaJskA/s1600/pc32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516608578645837538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TI7uRicOxuI/AAAAAAAAA60/TUn6wSaJskA/s400/pc32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Joyce, Jeremy, Kelsey, Andrew, Neena and Alyx&lt;br /&gt;Union Programming Council Directors 2010-2011&lt;br /&gt;Position: Executive Director&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-385504341554866682?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/385504341554866682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=385504341554866682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/385504341554866682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/385504341554866682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-nine.html' title='Day Nine'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TI7tYCGejCI/AAAAAAAAA6c/EsZNhqLXocI/s72-c/120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-1356663781241724538</id><published>2010-09-12T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T18:20:41.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Short Term Goals for This Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop procastinating and stay on top of my school work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Get a grade I can be proud of on my first anatomy test: September 23rd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Finish this 30 day challenge and not give up like everyone always does (ahem...Kristin...Alison)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Reduce the amount of cuss words I use each day (sorry grandma :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Keep my room semi-clean (clean-clean is just out of the question)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know how these pan out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-1356663781241724538?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1356663781241724538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=1356663781241724538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1356663781241724538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1356663781241724538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-eight.html' title='Day Eight'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-3326132343630909835</id><published>2010-09-11T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T21:36:47.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Person/Event that has changed your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought of many pivotal moments in my life that could be the answer to this question. When it boils down to it, there is only one event in this life that dramatically changed the course of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On November 30, 1997 my family was driving home from Tyler's soccer competition Thanksgiving weekend. We got home and I remember hearing my mom screaming from downstairs and thought to myself "Oh mom! She probably saw a mouse or something". I walked out of the bathroom and Brent and Tyler were sitting on the staircase trying to hear what Mom and Dad were talking about so I sat with them. Brandon came upstairs and said, "Jory died." We started to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jory was my oldest cousin from my Uncle Kim's family. He had just gotten back from a mission about 8 months earlier and we just learned he had died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The four of us kids went downstairs to my parents' room where they were talking on the phone to someone who delivered more bad news: it wasn't just Jory. Our cousins Heath and Rick had passed away too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their whole family was driving home from their aunt's house. Uncle Kim, Aunt Darlene, Kimi, Kelly and Shannon in one car. Jory, Heath and Rick following behind in Jory's brand new mustang. Uncle Kim watched them the entire drive home through his rear-view mirror, so he saw when Jory's car was side-swiped by a semi-truck which blew the tire and caused the car to steer into oncoming traffic. They were then hit by an oncoming expedition. They ran to their boys' aid and saw the Jory and little Rick, only 11 years old, were already gone. Heath, who had been asleep in the backseat, was alive but in critical condition. They life-flighted him to the hospital and tried desperately to save him, but couldn't. In a flash of an eye, their family had been cut right in half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My family drove to my grandma's house where the rest of the family was waiting for us. I remember the song "How Do I Breathe Without You?" by Leann Rimes came on the radio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"How do I get through one night without out? If I had to live without you, what kind of life would that be?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't imagine an event being more tramautizing. I know that they ONLY way we made it through was by the grace of our Heavenly Father. He wrapped His arms around us and helped us to make it through. &lt;strong&gt;This event testified to me the presence of our Heavenly Father&lt;/strong&gt;-he is real and cares about my problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This event taught me the importance of Family&lt;/strong&gt;. That it's the most important aspect of this life and so we need to make our families our main priority. I know that this is what caused my family to be so close, because we were able to see how fast things can change and so we cherish our time together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw the damaging effects that this event had on people. Some fell away from church, some fell away from family, some fell away from living. &lt;strong&gt;This event taught me of the reality of Satan's power&lt;/strong&gt;. He made people (even me, sometimes) believe that God didn't care about us, because if he did, he would have never let this happen. The truth is, bad things happen to undeserving people every day. &lt;strong&gt;This event gave me perspective. &lt;/strong&gt;I know that Heavenly Father only gives us what we can handle. I know that if bad things happen, it is because our Father knows we have the strength to endure it. Keep that in mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been nearly 13 years since this tragedy occured and I'm sitting here bawling as I write this, because it feels like it was yesterday. Not a day goes by that I don't think of my cousins and I try to live like Christ so that I can make it back to Heaven to see them again. While I am saddened about the event, I am grateful for the knowledge that I gained from it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515873030923165602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIxRTBpVH6I/AAAAAAAAA6U/35Oapu9KUM4/s400/cousins" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Jory, Heath and Rick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-3326132343630909835?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3326132343630909835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=3326132343630909835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3326132343630909835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3326132343630909835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-seven.html' title='Day Seven'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIxRTBpVH6I/AAAAAAAAA6U/35Oapu9KUM4/s72-c/cousins' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-5544204929514818720</id><published>2010-09-10T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T22:37:11.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Favorite Super Hero and Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I'm sure I'm supposed to write about Wolverine or Superman- but that ain't gonna happen- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Christmas a couple of years ago, my Mom bought me the Season 1 DVDs of Veronica Mars. I opened it, and because I had never heard of it, I was thinking to myself, "oh, gee thanks." (I know! I'm a brat!!) So there it sat on my shelf for quite some time. Finally about a year later, she said "Oh! Let's just watch it. If you don't like it after five minutes- we can turn it off". I reluctantly obliged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Veronica Mars became my obsession: I couldn't get enough!! I would think about watching it all day. The plot goes something like this: Veronica is a smart-ass high school student who works with her dad as an undercover private investigator. She solves small crimes in every episode while working on a big case throughout the season. The action is intense, the girl is witty and the whole show is just entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to be like her. She is tough and doesn't care what anyone thinks of her. Veronica knows that family is the most important; so flakey friends don't matter. She stands by her convictions and is so sarcastically hilarious. She is all the things that I want to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515525108034681730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIsU3P4nu4I/AAAAAAAAA6M/-F670tO2WOQ/s400/vm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you haven't already, rent borrow, buy....do whatever it takes to get this show!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-5544204929514818720?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5544204929514818720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=5544204929514818720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5544204929514818720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5544204929514818720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-six.html' title='Day Six'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIsU3P4nu4I/AAAAAAAAA6M/-F670tO2WOQ/s72-c/vm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-6043201687675167842</id><published>2010-09-09T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:09:54.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Place You've Been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This actually works out perfectly. I was just thinking to myself that I never wrote about the cruise I went on in March so now I can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, the week of my birthday, I had four midterms and an interview for a scholarship position. Needless to say, I was very stressed. On my (21st) birthday I stayed at the library studying until 11pm-I know! I'm living the college life. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that friday, Me and my three best friends: Rob, Alison and Joyce drove down to St. George for the night. We stayed with Uncle Ryan and Aunt Brook. The next morning we woke up really early and drove to San Diego. We boarded the &lt;em&gt;Elation&lt;/em&gt; ship by Carnival Cruises and set sail to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the first time I had ever been out of the Country, my first (real) road trip, and my first trip without any parental supervision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a good time and the only thing that I fear is that life will take us in such different directions (Rob is applying to Medical School!!) that we won't be able to do anything like that again. If that is the case, I can still smile because we had so much fun and made so many memories. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm7Lg2dA9I/AAAAAAAAA6E/rz2tD-MMPp4/s1600/c16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515145025163166674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm7Lg2dA9I/AAAAAAAAA6E/rz2tD-MMPp4/s400/c16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm7Blr-QEI/AAAAAAAAA58/eL3oxMlyePE/s1600/c12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515144854662692930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm7Blr-QEI/AAAAAAAAA58/eL3oxMlyePE/s400/c12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm66pRgZoI/AAAAAAAAA50/UzHZkapR3mg/s1600/c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515142818982481618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm5LGL_TtI/AAAAAAAAA40/duyiOqI7ezA/s400/141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm4_R7rAWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Dpnod0kya1A/s1600/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515142615976837474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm4_R7rAWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Dpnod0kya1A/s400/123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm4wM5RtnI/AAAAAAAAA4k/1D6X4YnNqag/s1600/078+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515142356926576242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm4wM5RtnI/AAAAAAAAA4k/1D6X4YnNqag/s400/078+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm4j-W6apI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ovvCVahPmio/s1600/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515142146865916562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm4j-W6apI/AAAAAAAAA4c/ovvCVahPmio/s400/075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm4VfATKzI/AAAAAAAAA4U/onRycWexCRk/s1600/048+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515141897931402034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm4VfATKzI/AAAAAAAAA4U/onRycWexCRk/s400/048+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm4DTXhAdI/AAAAAAAAA4M/jtkj04QARms/s1600/044+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515141585569907154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm4DTXhAdI/AAAAAAAAA4M/jtkj04QARms/s400/044+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-6043201687675167842?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6043201687675167842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=6043201687675167842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6043201687675167842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6043201687675167842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-five.html' title='Day Five'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIm7Lg2dA9I/AAAAAAAAA6E/rz2tD-MMPp4/s72-c/c16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-9140886594597563895</id><published>2010-09-08T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:46:37.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all, I just want to say that I'm proud of myself thus far. I mean, I figured I would have given up long ago. With that being said, we are on Day Four:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Habit You Wish You Didn't Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mine is Cursing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G2a8NLuVwIs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G2a8NLuVwIs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike this little girl, It's not cute or funny when I swear. I have what some might call a bad temper and it makes me feel better to swear. So horrible I know. Kristin always tells me that "Pretty Girls Don't Swear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make a conscious effort to quit swearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or at least cut back :/)&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/1099333034707773050-9140886594597563895?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/9140886594597563895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=9140886594597563895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/9140886594597563895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/9140886594597563895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-four.html' title='Day Four'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-5328322954277926801</id><published>2010-09-07T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:05:29.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Picture of You and Your Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have very different sets of friends and so I will post a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Work Friends&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514334217040328162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIbZwRN4deI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Ihq2QVzasuE/s400/042.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Colby, Jeff, Krissy, Nichole, Teneil, Elysha, Me, Jonathan, Lacey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These friends have taught me to be open-minded. That MY way of living isn't the ONLY way. They are a group of the most loyal people; people who stand behind you whether you are wrong or right. I can call them at three am and not only would they answer, but be anywhere, do anything I needed them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;High School Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514337763496840642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIbc-szATcI/AAAAAAAAA30/Y9_RJYjMjb4/s400/011.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teddy, Brent, Trevor, Alyssa, Nuthaniel, Tre and Chad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514337117511202418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIbcZGUBtnI/AAAAAAAAA3s/mr_eRFs7VYU/s400/006.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Katy, Kylee, Whitney, Me, Alyssa, Morgan, Joyce, Jen and Brittany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This group of friends have taught me who I really am; only the good ones made it through high school. We don't see each other often, but when we finally do it's like there was no time in between the last time we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;College, Namely UPC, Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514340301585817986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIbfSb6koYI/AAAAAAAAA4E/IQVkN4xo1vY/s400/51+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alison, Michelle, Me, Ashley, Jeremy, Rob and Erin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These friends, in one short year, have become the group of friends that I would be the saddest about losing. They are the greatest group of people you've ever met and make me a better person by association. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-5328322954277926801?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5328322954277926801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=5328322954277926801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5328322954277926801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5328322954277926801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-three.html' title='Day Three'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIbZwRN4deI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Ihq2QVzasuE/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-8202057977818005381</id><published>2010-09-06T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:38:07.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reasoning Behind Your Blog Name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it's nothing too exciting. Brandon and Kristin started a blog and then I'm thinking "Well, what about the rest of us?" So I decided to make a blog so nobody missed out on all that is exciting here at the Sellers' household. So the Blog name became "What's Left of the Nest".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's really just about my life. Like that's a big surprise to anyone, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our URL is topsellerslist because I wanted to incorporate our last name into it and "BEST SELLERS LIST" was already taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I said before, &lt;strong&gt;nothing too exciting.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-8202057977818005381?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8202057977818005381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=8202057977818005381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8202057977818005381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8202057977818005381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-two.html' title='Day Two'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-5460740825490216094</id><published>2010-09-05T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:35:53.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ALL I hear from Grandma is how I never update my blog and because I love her I'm gonna try one of these "30 Day Challenge" things. Starting with day one: a recent picture of yourself and 15 interesting facts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513645488661424482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIRnXAEZaWI/AAAAAAAAA3U/_qFHdI9J158/s400/blog1" /&gt;1. When I'm walking by myself, I spell my name with each step. Right step: I say in my head "R", left step: "A", right step: "C" and so forth. What's extra weird about that is that when I do this I spell my name RacheAl. I don't know why, I have done this since I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I despise socks. Even if it's -10 degrees outside I refuse to wear socks (when I'm not wearing shoes of course). It even bothers me that Tre wears socks. I beg him to take them off when we are together, but he loves socks. One of the divides in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't chew gum. The feel and even the look of it disgusts me. I am currently taking anatomy and we use real cadavers (REAL DEAD HUMAN BODIES), well people have been telling me that I need to chew gum to help with the smell. I'll take my chances, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have recently started watching "the Jersey Shore". And I've gotten my mom hooked, too. We laugh so hard at all of the ridiculousness. Reality TV is my guilty pleasure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. I hate shopping. I'm like a guy that way. I have to go to the mall with intent (i.e. I need brown shoes) or else I get crabby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6. I hate trying new things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7. I won't eat ice cream or watch scary movies until it's dark outside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;8. I get embarrassed when people SHHH me or tell me I'm being too loud. Unfortunately, it happens quite frequently. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;9. I love weddings. I would go to bridal expos for fun. (Me and Alison (who shares this love of weddings with me) have actually talked about going.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;10. My nostrils flare involuntarily when I laugh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;11. I can take a nap almost anywhere no matter what is going on around me. As a sleep-deprived college student, this is a gift. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;12. I love music. I make lists of songs I want to download and then buy 10-15 at a time. I make a playlist and listen to it for weeks on end. Lyrics mean a lot to me and music makes me feel better about any situation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;13. I love shows about murder (i.e. 48 Hours Mystery, 20/20, Snapped) because I am so interested in what motives people have to do such horrible things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;14. A perfect day would be a day at the beach. I love everything about it. When life gets too hard, I always threaten to run away and live in Hawaii. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;15. I'm addicted to facebook. I claim that I'm not, but I am. Simply because I like to make fun of the stupid things people put on there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-5460740825490216094?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5460740825490216094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=5460740825490216094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5460740825490216094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5460740825490216094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/30-day-challenge.html' title='30 Day Challenge'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIRnXAEZaWI/AAAAAAAAA3U/_qFHdI9J158/s72-c/blog1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-6589787651604893370</id><published>2010-09-04T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T20:51:48.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is [complicated] [tiring] [busy], but [good]!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some exciting things have been going on around here. So exciting, in fact, that I have had zero time to write about them. Well that combined with the fact that I'm super lazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer was good. and hard. We will start with the good. I didn't end up taking summer school, because of the tonsils and I don't regret it. Summers are my time to relax and be with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a raging waters pass again and spent time (not enough) there with Ali-SHON. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513251437153390674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMA-LzwkFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/EjVNszLGm6Q/s400/photo.JPG" /&gt;We went to the Real Salt Lake game for the 24th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513252164597397938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMBohv7ObI/AAAAAAAAA00/rR-46W5tG6M/s400/real3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kentucky for a leadership conference, I-LEAD. I went last year and was nervous that it would be redundant, but the people that I met there made it a total different (and wonderful) experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513254394538561906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMDqU7VEXI/AAAAAAAAA08/nct-Taa67Os/s400/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513254503152558066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMDwpi7H_I/AAAAAAAAA1E/lv7toExbkNY/s400/128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513255004881256658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMEN2oXgNI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Cvh7po42CPo/s400/233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513255229338612226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMEa6zK8gI/AAAAAAAAA1U/2A92TALebno/s400/235.JPG" /&gt;Probably the best news EVER: I am going to be an Aunty!! Come April, I will have a bouncing baby to play with ALL the time!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513257614037038770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMGluflNrI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Jh7P5jVcfWo/s400/auntie" /&gt;Tre came home from Missouri for a couple weeks and so we went to California to visit his new niece and to spend some time together before the BIG move. We had such a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513258740579411250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMHnTMNpTI/AAAAAAAAA1k/PuqdKh1pxYk/s400/206.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513259921445406274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMIsCQmxkI/AAAAAAAAA1s/f22KUlpHmcQ/s400/205.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513260316674012066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMJDCmcs6I/AAAAAAAAA10/P1yM1Znxm00/s400/202.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513261126247013570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMJyKfsXMI/AAAAAAAAA18/rzqjTTIoRl4/s400/196.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513261824736691122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMKa0knA7I/AAAAAAAAA2E/NHA1TS_ahUg/s400/198.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513262557537743458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMLFed_smI/AAAAAAAAA2M/vt9bvTDmagI/s400/221.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513263390329959410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIML183Ic_I/AAAAAAAAA2U/cOV_V9_DevI/s400/149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513264346001500866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMMtlA-6sI/AAAAAAAAA2c/SOqxAsupVjs/s400/199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMNpRhx1jI/AAAAAAAAA2k/eF0Xlenwz5E/s1600/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513265371562497586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMNpRhx1jI/AAAAAAAAA2k/eF0Xlenwz5E/s400/200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMN3ZccuDI/AAAAAAAAA2s/QIPWB-_vT7M/s1600/201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513265614205794354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMN3ZccuDI/AAAAAAAAA2s/QIPWB-_vT7M/s400/201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMOjK5HbVI/AAAAAAAAA20/FHTy7cpNjz4/s1600/263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513266366213746002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMOjK5HbVI/AAAAAAAAA20/FHTy7cpNjz4/s400/263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMO2P1PiRI/AAAAAAAAA28/q_tsRGwBDoA/s1600/282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513266693957191954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMO2P1PiRI/AAAAAAAAA28/q_tsRGwBDoA/s400/282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMPrlMS_yI/AAAAAAAAA3E/idG-Fbl73U4/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513267610224099106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMPrlMS_yI/AAAAAAAAA3E/idG-Fbl73U4/s400/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMP6c1sxOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ByBa64eLTTs/s1600/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513267865679873250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMP6c1sxOI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ByBa64eLTTs/s400/121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to stay caught up better. But how many times have I said that before? Yeah, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to be starting a "spotlight" of important people in my life each week. So look out for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to Smile:&lt;br /&gt;1. Utah Football has begun! We played #15 Pitt and won by three!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Lots of trips are coming up: (Miami in October, Colorado and Las Vegas in November, Missouri in December).&lt;br /&gt;3. The fact that I have already started buying the cutest things for my soon to be nephew/niece.&lt;br /&gt;4. I finally figured out what my favorite movie is: the Titanic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-6589787651604893370?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6589787651604893370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=6589787651604893370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6589787651604893370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6589787651604893370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-is-complicated-tiring-busy-but.html' title='Life is [complicated] [tiring] [busy], but [good]!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TIMA-LzwkFI/AAAAAAAAA0s/EjVNszLGm6Q/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-1365166032663009662</id><published>2010-06-22T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T07:50:02.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning: Graphic Content Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came home from my cruise to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico on March 26th. On the drive home I suddenly got a sore throat. I haven't been better since. That sore throat turned into strep throat. Well, Kind of. It was misdiagnosed as simply strep throat. I took a very basic antibiotic: amoxicillin for 9 days and I never felt any better. Then one night I got really sick and had to go to Urgent Care. When I got there the doctor said that I had something called peritonsillar cellulitis, which can be very serious. I had to get steroid shots in my hips and was put on way stronger medicine. The doctor said my mom had to sleep with me that night because there was a chance that because my throat was so swollen, my airway could close completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got better, but just like Uncle Ryan said, I got sick again just a couple weeks later. I went back to the doctor and had to get more shots and more medicine. I have been to the doctor 6 times and received 5 shots since April 11th!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was referred to an ENT (ears, nose, throat specialist) to which he said that I needed my tonsils out. So yesterday that is what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night before surgery, I was looking on the Internet for food suggestions and instead found a ton of horror stories about how horrible the recovery is. I knew I shouldn't be reading them, but couldn't pull myself away either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, Mom took me to the hospital and I was hooked up to an IV and we think the nurse may have hit a nerve (or maybe I was subconsciously more nervous than I was consciously) because my whole right side tightened and I couldn't breathe well. It felt like someone was sitting on my chest and I was dizzy. My first panic attack. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The surgery was pretty simple, all in all. Went in and woke up in recovery. I was told that right after the doctor you are fine because you still have anesthesia in your system, but later on in the night it hurts so bad. Luckily, my mom has been taking such good care of me that I am just fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I am sore and it hurts too swallow, but the pain is manageable. I know someone else who got their tonsils out on Friday and she is just so miserable. Hopefully it stays this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to thank everyone for their well wishes, company and sorbet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485608643758460050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TCDL_1wJDJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/v5z7qXS7n1Q/s400/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to Smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Priesthood Blessings (Brandon gave me the sweetest blessing yesterday before my surgery. I cried.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Haagan Daaz Raspberry Sorbet&lt;br /&gt;3. Eclipse comes out in one week&lt;br /&gt;4. Loritab&lt;br /&gt;5. My Mom. I love her so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-1365166032663009662?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1365166032663009662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=1365166032663009662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1365166032663009662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1365166032663009662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/06/warning-graphic-content-ahead.html' title='Warning: Graphic Content Ahead'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TCDL_1wJDJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/v5z7qXS7n1Q/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-3767931425959518217</id><published>2010-06-17T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:26:27.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southwest Baptist University Athletics - Bearcat basketball announces addition of D-I transfer Tre Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sbubearcats.com/news/2010/6/16/MBB_0616105536.aspx"&gt;Southwest Baptist University Athletics - Bearcat basketball announces addition of D-I transfer Tre Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-3767931425959518217?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sbubearcats.com/news/2010/6/16/MBB_0616105536.aspx' title='Southwest Baptist University Athletics - Bearcat basketball announces addition of D-I transfer Tre Smith'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3767931425959518217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=3767931425959518217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3767931425959518217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3767931425959518217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/06/southwest-baptist-university-athletics.html' title='Southwest Baptist University Athletics - Bearcat basketball announces addition of D-I transfer Tre Smith'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-8580296781818500568</id><published>2010-06-13T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:28:11.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Good Things Must Come To An End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just when you think that you have things figured out, life throws you a curve ball. About three weeks ago Tre called me and told me that his head coach at the U wanted to talk to him. He went in for the meeting and coach told Tre that even though they had promised him a scholarship, things had changed and they no longer had one. He also told Tre that they had recruited 8 new players and the amount of time Tre would play was unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though Tre has worked his butt off for the last three years, and every time they put him in the game he does the best, they still are taking him for granted. His coach told him "Sometimes you have to be selfish" and so he took their advice and left the Runnin' Utes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A school in Missouri has been looking at Tre for quite some time and now they are getting their wish. He went on a recruiting trip on Thursday and signed the papers on Friday. He is officially a Southwest Baptist University Bearcat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He leaves for a summer camp for the month of July and then he will be able to come back for three weeks and then he moves there at the end of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been dating Tre for the last 6.5 years and we spend a large majority of our time together and so it is going to be a very large adjustment for me to have him that far away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Tre first told me that he was considering transferring schools, I cried and cried for three days straight. I'm slowly coming to terms with it, but some days it is still really hard. I am going to miss him so much! When we are together we have so much fun; he dances, sings and teases. He is a kid and makes me one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I tell people that Tre is moving, everyone says, "So what does that mean for your relationship?" Honestly, I don't know. So many things could happen in that amount of time. But what I do know is that if we are supposed to be together, the Lord will provide the way. That fact is what helps me through the tough days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanted Tre to know that I love him and that I know he is going to be great out there. The Utes are gonna be regretting this decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482465289266531938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TBWhIhwkDmI/AAAAAAAAA0U/_CKi5h3cXVE/s400/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-8580296781818500568?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8580296781818500568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=8580296781818500568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8580296781818500568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8580296781818500568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-good-things-must-come-to-end.html' title='All Good Things Must Come To An End'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/TBWhIhwkDmI/AAAAAAAAA0U/_CKi5h3cXVE/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-8003158419921114839</id><published>2010-04-23T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:57:47.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Erin,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been making fun of Erin and Alison as they keep threatening to cry because this year is over, but in reality I have to in order not to cry myself. I have met six of the best people in the world; and change scares me. Because as hard as we may try, our friendships will never be the same as they were in the UPC office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rob Crosbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob is amazing. He is hilarious and all-around fun to be with. He cares about UPC and it's future more than anyone else. He has been a great mentor to me this last year; helping me to develop my leadership and interpersonal skills. He has always been there for me and has just been a very true friend. I am glad he is sticking around another year; because I need him. Then he will be off to Med School to become a great doctor, but until then I will be savoring the moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463436938155052402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S9IG8t96zXI/AAAAAAAAAy0/-2HJZTHYv5A/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463437113350684482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S9IHG6nz_0I/AAAAAAAAAy8/_-fr9uwD554/s400/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Wilkerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JerBear was my first close friend within UPC and I appreciate him always putting up with my crap. Anytime I need someone to talk to, he is always the first person willing to listen to me whine (which is quite often haha). He is coming back for round two this upcoming year and I am lucky to have that support system with me as I am plunging into the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463437250948150018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S9IHO7NmswI/AAAAAAAAAzE/x52-MsqPiwE/s400/blog7.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463437376316750402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S9IHWOPzukI/AAAAAAAAAzM/6C_Av_JEzj8/s400/blog18.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin Kucic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily the cutest girl around. She is genuine, honest and beautiful. It doesn't get much better than her. Throughout all the drama, fights, whatever- Erin has been able to remain friends with every single person. Never choosing sides or getting caught up. She makes me smile and I strive to be more like her in every way. She is going to Thailand to work at a non-profit organization (so like her) and then off to D.C. after that. I wish her the best of luck and know she will be great in any aspect of her future. She just better come back to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463437535486497218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S9IHffM1UcI/AAAAAAAAAzU/6kYsYzap4V8/s400/blog6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463437767138315346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S9IHs-K7jFI/AAAAAAAAAzc/2sgUieW1q0w/s400/blog12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Doong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a fun spirit to be around; always making us laugh (whether its with her or at her :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves unconditionally and is such a great friend; always there when you need a "catch-up sesh". She, too, is going big places and will excel in any situation. She is an all around people person and makes every situation a better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463437970736155986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S9IH40ocDVI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Y0hXmkD_FxM/s400/blog19.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Swapp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley is my sister-soul; we are practically the same person. Which either causes us to fight or get along great. Through it all, I love her. She has been there for me through some really hard times and I could never express my gratitude enough. She is so driven and motivated and has huge dreams. After graduation, she is moving all the way to Japan! What a brave girl; i wish i was more like her in that aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463438187987784418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S9IIFd9Q0uI/AAAAAAAAAzs/v4xF4PdNJQY/s400/blog9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463438410926357314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S9IIScd9e0I/AAAAAAAAAz0/Zyae6KeVvyk/s400/blog14.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison Tuft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison-Sweet-Alison, I love her oh so much. She and I have somehow gotten ridiculously close over the past few months; and my life is forever changed because of her. She has had the greatest impact on my life. When I am around her, she makes me want to be a better person-to strive to be more Christ-Like. She is one of the nicest, yet, level-headed girls I know. A lot of the time, I envy her- she is just "cool"- knows who she is and what she is about and I value that greatly in a friend. She is so gorgeous, and doesn't even realize it-which makes me appreciate the fact even more. We have had the best of times together and I will do whatever it takes to continue that friendship, even though she is graduating. Alison, I could never thank you enough for your loyalty, compassion and amazing friendship over these last few months. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463438632552835490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S9IIfWF1KaI/AAAAAAAAAz8/VhY3OdnwQGA/s400/blog5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463438808870162802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S9IIpm7KEXI/AAAAAAAAA0E/MDvBPrZOHR4/s400/blog8.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned so much about myself and about life in general, through these people. I will miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463439489600175634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S9IJRO11vhI/AAAAAAAAA0M/IswrYgOcD_4/s400/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-8003158419921114839?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8003158419921114839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=8003158419921114839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8003158419921114839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8003158419921114839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-erin.html' title='Dear Erin,'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S9IG8t96zXI/AAAAAAAAAy0/-2HJZTHYv5A/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-8330548808116191702</id><published>2010-03-11T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:42:06.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BreakEven</title><content type='html'>....by the Script is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently sitting in the Las Vegas airport waiting for my friend Cassie. I started travelling this morning at 9am and it is past 6 right now. Wow, all just for a one hour flight duration from SLC to LV. I actually got re-routed to Los Angeles-that's what took me so long to get here. We are coming to LV for the MWC Men's Basketball Tournament. I love Basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just decided to come on Wednesday. Until that day, I was just much too busy to come (I have 4 Midterms next week!!). That was until last Wednesday: the BYU vs. Utah game. We were down by a lot and I knew Tre wasn't going to get a chance to play, because even though he is better than half of the players on his team, his coach never plays him because he is short. Being short is not a disadvantage for Tre, but rather, an advantage. He is so quick he can get right in there. But Tre got some courage and went up to the coach and said "Put me in, and I will play my hardest". Somehow-it worked and he got in for about 8 minutes. Even though we lost the game- I didn't care in all honesty, I was happy for Tre!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday, Tre got even more playing time-approximately 14 minutes. He played so well and the sports announcers were going crazy about him for a full 5 minutes-everyone was so impressed. Because of his hard work, his coach called him into his office on Monday morning and told Tre how proud he was of him and to be ready to play in the tournament game (tonight!) and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so relieved that he is finally getting a little bit of recognition for the dedication he has for that team. Now, all he needs is a scholarship, and he'll be set! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447539275708232002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S5mMG-ST8UI/AAAAAAAAAyk/-z8CGMsP9Dc/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to give a shout out to my Grandma K. Today is her Birthday! I am bummed I won't be there to celebrate- But i just want all 2.5 of you out there who read this blog- to know how much I LOOOVE her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447540186976380930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S5mM8BBkaAI/AAAAAAAAAys/m1OwcdeBtmo/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to Smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That mom works for Jetblue (AKA the best airline in the WORLD- all other pale in comparison)&lt;br /&gt;2. Utah Basketball &amp;amp; Tre getting playing time&lt;br /&gt;3. All the cute sun dresses that I bought&lt;br /&gt;4. Even though I am dreading having 4 midterms next week and a huge interview, I am glad to be getting it done before spring break-so I can totally relax.&lt;br /&gt;5. That in one week I will be driving down to St. George to visit some family, before continuing the trip to San Diego to get on a cruise with my best friends to Cabo San Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::Life Is Good::.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-8330548808116191702?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8330548808116191702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=8330548808116191702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8330548808116191702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8330548808116191702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/03/breakeven.html' title='BreakEven'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S5mMG-ST8UI/AAAAAAAAAyk/-z8CGMsP9Dc/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-1060828796095155997</id><published>2010-02-28T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:17:20.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If we didn't need sleep...</title><content type='html'>Lately, life has been really weird. I thought when you entered high school you found out who your "true" friends were. After I hit college, I thought "Now, I know who my true friends are" and even still today, my third year of college, I am still surprised when I find myself thinking the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think there was strength in numbers, but now I know that isn't true- all you need is a few REALLY good friends that you can count on for everything and you are set. As long as you realize who these friends are and cherish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate losing friends, but I feel as though it is an inevitable part of life. Maybe you were friends because you had something in common at a given time, but take that job, hobby, student group away and what do you really have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I do not believe in rekindling a friendship. I mean, you can be civil toward one another and you can exchange small talk, but I think if you started out with a really close, strong friendship and something occurred to make that go away- there isn't much that can be done to rebuild that bridge. At least that is how it is in my experience. If you have had another experience with this, then consider me jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could start this year over. But then that scares me, too. Have you ever seen the movie the Butterfly Effect? Where something bad happens to Ashton Kutcher's character and he goes back in time and does something to prevent that occurrence from happening, but then something (usually worse) happens and suddenly he is at the end and it probably would have just been better had he left it alone to begin with. Because if I was able to go back in time and try to fix the mistakes I have made this year, would I be as close to the people I am now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is ever consistent in my life is family. I was sitting in Sacrament today and thinking to myself that I must have been very obedient in the pre-mortal life in order to have these wonderful blessings, that I call family. I hope that didn't come across with a "holier than thou" attitude. Because that is just really a compliment toward my family. My brothers are my best friends. My parents are my best friends. My sister-in-laws are my best friends. My grandparents are my best friends. My aunts, uncles and cousins (well some) are my best friends. Who can honestly say that? I know not many people, but I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I keep thinking that I need a good cry. I spent 4 months planning an event and then it got shut down early by the police because stupid boys, with big egos, fought. Why does their foolishness ruin all the hard work that I put in? Then a fight with a friend, or lyrics to a song, or while I was sitting in church today and we sang "How great thou art" and we sang that at my grandma's funeral last month-all these things made me tear up, but not cry. I keep thinking that I need to get myself alone and cry, but honestly- I am too busy for that. Which should be another reason to add to the list of reasons I need to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am too busy, I never get to do the things I really want to do. At the beginning of every week, I make a to-do list and it is always filled to the max from sun up 'til I go to bed every night with activities, homework, meetings, classes, etc. I wish that going to sleep was optional-that our bodies didn't NEED it. Imagine how much more stuff we could get done. I wish I had time to go see my friend Jessica's baby. Every week I try to do so,  but because there isn't a due date- it always gets pushed to the bottom of the list. But there kind of is a due date; that baby isn't going to be a baby forever. I wish I had more time to spend with my mom- I make time for her multiple times a week, but it still doesn't feel like enough. Then today, while I was at church I get a text from my grandpa saying "ET PHONE HOME". He then went on to tell me that we haven't talked forever and I need to call them. After he said that, that too, almost made me cry. Because I think about my grandparents often, but he is right- it has been much too long since seeing them. Which is just silly, because I love them and enjoy time with them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend too much time wishing time away. "Oh, I can't wait until the weekend so I can get a break from classes", "Spring Break is 20 days away:) I wish time would hurry up", "Only 1 year left of school- I canNOT wait!". I wonder what I am missing out on, because I am thinking I can't wait til I am older. I am going to be an old woman wishing that I was young again. Which goes to prove that saying about everyone wanting what they can't have- is undeniably true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I haven't talked to you in awhile, please know that I do think about you all the time. I love you and miss you very much. I worry that I give the impression that I don't care, when really I am just exhausted-mentally, physically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11 o'clock. I am supposed to be doing Organic Chemistry II homework (now do you understand why I am TOO busy), but I got the sudden urge to update my blog. This pathetic blog. This post is unlike any other- I usually just update everyone on activities, never really any thoughts about life in between those activities. So I am hoping that this wasn't too all over the place, or that it didn't make you uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will go have that cry, now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to Smile: ( I know, I am a thief)&lt;br /&gt;1. The special-needs elderly man at church today who was dancing to the closing hymn of Sacrament.&lt;br /&gt;2.My mom is making cinnamon rolls with pink frosting right now, extra frosting please.&lt;br /&gt;3. She also just packed my lunch for tomorrow. Yeah, my friends have already told me-I am spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;4. That my grandpa, although nearly 70 years old, knows how to text. I love feeling my phone vibrate, looking down and seeing it is him. It brings a smile to my face EVERY time. Plus, I brag to my friends how tech-savvy he is.&lt;br /&gt;5. That my bed is soo comfortable. I am going to go curl up with a glass of milk and a cinnamon roll and watch documentaries about murder. Yeah, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-1060828796095155997?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1060828796095155997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=1060828796095155997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1060828796095155997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1060828796095155997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-we-didnt-need-sleep.html' title='If we didn&apos;t need sleep...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-4595756026937167219</id><published>2010-01-01T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:26:21.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have lived in 4 decades!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that classes are over, I am able to update my blog from it's previous Halloween state. There is so much to say, as this year and decade comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will just begin where we had previously left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the middle of September, the U hosts a homecoming dance (who knew?) So a group of friends and I decided to go check it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421962411865816578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz6uFjjIPgI/AAAAAAAAArk/8oWNuU2FRZU/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Joyce, Alison, Me and Rob. We went to Dinner at California Pizza Kitchen and then went to the dance-which was horrible! The DJ they hired was a joke, but at least we can say that we did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421962874527271746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz6ugfGNy0I/AAAAAAAAArs/d64zwA2LHM0/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;On the bright side, the refreshments were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421963145598947586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz6uwQ6vUQI/AAAAAAAAAr0/plTg3CxhA5Q/s400/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My beautiful cousin, Erica won the prestigious title of Homecoming Queen. Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421963662583093778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz6vOW1XWhI/AAAAAAAAAr8/DBWBveOTkJo/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;For the Homecoming football game, a few friends and I decided to show our school spirit. It was a hit and got us on TV :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Logan to stay with Rob's family for a UPC director retreat. We stayed up late, I whooped everyone in speed scrabble and we had a great time (and took lots of pictures)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421965813078314546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz6xLiDYTjI/AAAAAAAAAsE/aZlwRlFiGkM/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421966006020599266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz6xWw0Z7eI/AAAAAAAAAsM/0IYXlhubv7Q/s400/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The crew rebelling and throwing up our "U's" on the Aggie A.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421967003738941746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz6yQ1m_qTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/k-bY67z3U04/s400/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421967419185022530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz6ypBRDxkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/omC47TcFAAY/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Of Course, the typical jumping photo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421967830323704274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz6zA84KMdI/AAAAAAAAAss/BR7KdlgP2eE/s400/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tre was made captain of his basketball team at the U. He was voted captain by his teammates and his coaches. He is still not getting very much playing time, but it is nice for him to get recognized for all the hardwork he has put into that team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;October at Gardner Village is always crazy busy because of Witches' Night Out. This year, it was exceptionally crazy and so I didn't get very many pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421970126531832642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz61Gm61q0I/AAAAAAAAAs0/DthIcZAXXm4/s400/507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Eboni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421970330059111954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz61SdHhfhI/AAAAAAAAAs8/DF3wuDJFukg/s400/510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kellie, Me and Colbs &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421970623313055746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz61jhktkAI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Zh_RxnqFVG0/s400/513.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my two best friends, Teneil and Elysha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second Crimson Nights of the year is always the Black Pumpkin Affair which is a HUGE halloween party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421971734748993410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz62kN_sF4I/AAAAAAAAAtM/KxAEz2EN-IU/s400/92.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A couple of days before the event, we set our customizable fangs so we would be all ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421972193248779474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz62-6CjnNI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ivfVtBB1cU8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and E-balla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421973402834940930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 448px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz64FUGXtAI/AAAAAAAAAtc/g6vNnkBnXWY/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421973819024622850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz64dihuRQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/4P2dOJqriSQ/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I love these girls. (ashley, alison, me and erin)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421974155782582274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz64xJDE8AI/AAAAAAAAAts/AQ2AkCiGa5c/s400/26.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and My Associate Directors: Andrew, Josh, Heather, Erin and Alyx.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421974717737595122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz65R2fl8PI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Xq3m51Jy74A/s400/28.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;All of UPC and volunteers that made the event a success. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421976197408778290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz66n-ssaDI/AAAAAAAAAuE/2Vh4h5gV-Q0/s400/557.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Brandon turned 28 on October 9th. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422653909450461458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0EjAAytkRI/AAAAAAAAAyc/1kUwZJXVu7s/s400/572.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 12th was Tre's big 2-1 birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421978843828044082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz69CBYNwTI/AAAAAAAAAuU/gv0CXUE8ghg/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Mom got tickets for all of us to go see the Midnight Showing of New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421979289552348210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz69b91K5DI/AAAAAAAAAuc/mBNqaOoHpBw/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421980144925384578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz6-NwV_n4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/svLLvg6c15I/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On the 25th of November, Kristin turned 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can't believe that Christmas has already came and gone!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421980917822337122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz6-6vm_MGI/AAAAAAAAAus/HC4UisbjJFY/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tyler, Brandon and I at the Sellers' Family Christmas Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421981530414538962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz6_eZsWYNI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Vgb2NE1it_U/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and Sisi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421982132808101778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz7ABdyKr5I/AAAAAAAAAu8/lBt8lPx2pQg/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tristan playing with Tyler's "Pone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421982809845455106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz7Ao38c2QI/AAAAAAAAAvE/kfuMAUGFdeo/s400/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Olivia and I at the McCune Christmas Party. She is my only cousin on this side that will hug me. (Unless you count Wyatt, who will let me, but only if I let him punch my leg off first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421983657374112706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz7BaNPB28I/AAAAAAAAAvM/DFTc3XT45sc/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tre and I on our way to my work's christmas party. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421984148891380706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz7B20R4K-I/AAAAAAAAAvU/MucXSSGq1jo/s400/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421984779903644290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz7Cbi-7MoI/AAAAAAAAAvc/2cUKT7rf5fY/s400/090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alison, Ashley and I after we exchanged gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422566497492167714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DTf930bCI/AAAAAAAAAvk/_LF2WYzMLDw/s400/103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On Christmas Eve, Grandma came up with this game where we had to draw a bunchc of Christmas stuff-- but with our eyes closed. This is my version of a reindeer. Don't judge me, it is a lot harder than you would think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422567301047755282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DUOvWZohI/AAAAAAAAAvs/bSbcFlBnPWI/s400/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Grandpa might just be my very favorite person. We got him a gift certificate to See's Candy and this is him eating it. I don't know.... haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422568217177520626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DVEEMwefI/AAAAAAAAAv0/NNb6kYck5uQ/s400/115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Every year, instead of our Grandparents giving us presents, we get to grab into a jar full of coins. Before we started, Brent went and got us something to put our winnings in. Our ziploc bags are correlated with what Brent thought the outcome was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422569926300740562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DWnjLfK9I/AAAAAAAAAv8/tsYyRjVip_A/s400/119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The pressure that Brent feels to draw the most, gets to him sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422570635484171442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DXQ1F_jLI/AAAAAAAAAwE/xvn9tcsTW9E/s400/130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Total Grab: Approximately $29&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422571331825758642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DX5XKw8bI/AAAAAAAAAwM/iCugCJSH8lY/s400/132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK, funny story. I grabbed once and somehow only got $22 ($5 of that was money my grandma kept slipping to me while we were counting because she felt bad for me.) So then Grandpa who was feeling very compassionate that evening (possibly because it WAS Christmas) and they let me put my first grab back and draw again. The second time around, I got a whopping $39.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422572951459667586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DZXoxlHoI/AAAAAAAAAwU/JVGSJjfk5Ow/s400/137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422573443831293202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DZ0TAH5RI/AAAAAAAAAwc/6BiBQHbL1-c/s400/145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422574078647052818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DaZP3_qhI/AAAAAAAAAwk/0uSg7kOWWmo/s400/146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422574687581726498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0Da8sVVZyI/AAAAAAAAAws/1nTOWZphkf8/s400/155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422576105557409282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DcPOtFPgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/5CCT7mosGLo/s400/161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422575510434845282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DbslszkmI/AAAAAAAAAw0/PCZkLrmQjsI/s400/160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422577175694588754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DdNhRqu1I/AAAAAAAAAxE/ZDI_WmWD7WQ/s400/164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422577980088409826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0Dd8V4GXuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/7CP14gIondw/s400/162.JPG" border="0" /&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422579632262316322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DfcgtDgSI/AAAAAAAAAxU/jizV8rzyMMk/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rob, Alison and I. My two favorite people to spend new years with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422580697932811298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DgaioszCI/AAAAAAAAAxc/PJLkALU-jPc/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422581607096210242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DhPdiJU0I/AAAAAAAAAxk/u7iAB0TOj_A/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me, Alison and Jena-- after the snowball fight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To celebrate New Year's my family and I went to see Avatar in 3D. And we were all very surprised with how great of a movie it was. I guess Dad does know what he is talking about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422582736606570178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DiRNSZpsI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Za-HhBY23NU/s400/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422583561829983682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DjBPe_pcI/AAAAAAAAAx0/leUE6oLGK70/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422584228325673394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DjoCX8ybI/AAAAAAAAAx8/cAiS8fl2I9I/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422585309301859762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0Dkm9UwZbI/AAAAAAAAAyE/XnEiCuATR9k/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422585994971627474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DlO3pKv9I/AAAAAAAAAyM/a3BKS9FrV6U/s400/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422587046921770018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/S0DmMGdoFCI/AAAAAAAAAyU/AP6l5PueEQk/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and that is how we began the new year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My New Year's Resolution is to be better at posting events as they occur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-4595756026937167219?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/4595756026937167219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=4595756026937167219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/4595756026937167219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/4595756026937167219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-lived-in-4-generations.html' title='I have lived in 4 decades!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sz6uFjjIPgI/AAAAAAAAArk/8oWNuU2FRZU/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-4303455177290259716</id><published>2009-09-27T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:48:44.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQKYdbhGh0Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQKYdbhGh0Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-4303455177290259716?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/4303455177290259716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=4303455177290259716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/4303455177290259716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/4303455177290259716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-funny.html' title='Too Funny'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-7426182391622838504</id><published>2009-09-14T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:58:14.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew, I'm exhausted after this post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, this is quite embarrassing, but inevitable. It happens every year, as soon as school starts I get super behind on my blog and then I have to play the catch up game and go back almost two months to relay all the cool things that are going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;As you all know, I am in an organization called UPC and as part of being a student leader, we were sent to Boulder, Colorado to a leadership institution called I-LEAD. There we met kids just like us from all over the country. It was a great bonding and learning experience for the seven of us who work at the U. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381550414084086690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8blsRWm6I/AAAAAAAAAkM/bdlubqASf1A/s400/003+%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Please let me introduce you to my UPC family. On the top left is Alison (the oldest sister), then there's the pre-teen who thinks she is a lot older than she is: Michelle (aka Meesh), then Papi Rob, next is the twins: Jeremy and Erin (Jer-Bear and Er-Bear). On the bottom row is Me who is the youngest (decided age:5) and last but not least, Ashley- the second oldest sister. We have become very close since our mother's death. It really is a great story- our house caught on fire and Mom was downstairs and all the kids were up and Papi had to choose and he chose to save us. Pretty sad, but we get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381550121655236914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 485px; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8bUq44eTI/AAAAAAAAAkE/zrrSGhWO1b8/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jumping Photo. We've become quite good at these.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381551790215004578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8c1ywiAaI/AAAAAAAAAkU/N21T9X6RBa0/s400/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My sisters are SO beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381552082981418658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8dG1Ze9qI/AAAAAAAAAkc/F5qFWUQcpSY/s400/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The twins: together for the first time since the womb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381552556071205170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8diXy4OTI/AAAAAAAAAkk/WLaYhWWZW38/s400/0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381553081451963202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8eA8_aY0I/AAAAAAAAAks/xChh12_o1_Q/s400/013+%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381553226200420226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8eJYOIj4I/AAAAAAAAAk0/4mX8yU5dIPQ/s400/0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381553672678112114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8ejXete3I/AAAAAAAAAk8/36ujS2PXwHc/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We look like a hair commercial.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381553983944039394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8e1fCSm-I/AAAAAAAAAlE/8iIGPrwg6_E/s400/018+%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Like I said- Pros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381554547354481170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8fWR5zshI/AAAAAAAAAlM/4ESMEQzt66k/s400/0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The BUSTED CHIAS: Michelle, Brian, Joe, Katie, Carlos, Anna, Shaun, Nate, Katy Jo, Kelly, Heather, Me and Jackie. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381555157685838210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8f5zkJIYI/AAAAAAAAAlU/wN1QI2Gjl5A/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It's genetics.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381555537562229074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8gP6tu2VI/AAAAAAAAAlc/vCyPnKeCWcQ/s400/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381556485150683058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8hHEwbL7I/AAAAAAAAAlk/N8rLZ8AzTnM/s400/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Meesh and I ready for the 80's Dance Party. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381557009032518578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8hlkXlm7I/AAAAAAAAAls/RZnDwHlwvME/s400/93.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yet another picture of the three of us. But this one is my favorite :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrJfXuWx9AI/AAAAAAAAAps/DDbNRQ50YTY/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382469365846373378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrJfXuWx9AI/AAAAAAAAAps/DDbNRQ50YTY/s400/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right before we were leaving to come back to UTAH. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: the reason I am wet is because Ash and I had just ran through sprinklers but then remembered we were taking pics so we hurried and blow-dried out hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My good friend, Curtis got married on August 7th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381558638295420098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8jEZ2IjMI/AAAAAAAAAl0/KiidcOiQiRw/s400/162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Curtis and his Bride, Ashley. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381558897649389490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8jTgA8D7I/AAAAAAAAAl8/XSGgwC4ER8Y/s400/163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We get along. Sometimes. I love you, Dirty. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381559301507991442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8jrAgVR5I/AAAAAAAAAmE/ovQXiYRkvlg/s400/161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Seester, Brandon and Me at the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My friend Kellie was married on the 21st of August. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381903759890713794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrBc9H-gDMI/AAAAAAAAApM/FsnltdrBSvc/s400/914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At the Bridal Shower: Nichole, Kellie, Teneil, Elysha, Me and Lacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381902130305609074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrBbeRTIrXI/AAAAAAAAAo8/_gLZnHf0f7k/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381902387278758850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrBbtOmTw8I/AAAAAAAAApE/67Ylt2H1O7U/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Archibald's Crew=Colby, Jeff, Krissy, Nichole, Teneil, Elysha, Me, Johnathan and Lacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Being in charge of Crimson Nights this year has proven to be very stressful, yet very rewarding. The first CN this year was themed a Beach Boardwalk and it was a HUGE success. We had tons of cool things for students to do free of charge: Firework show, dance party, henna tattoos, face painting, trampoline with harness and more!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381912905080826722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrBlRcdu62I/AAAAAAAAApk/6ygFDTR-_Gc/s400/6+%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381565669473515874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8pdrBn-WI/AAAAAAAAAmc/lHk50RMClCc/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There were so many people!! This picture doesn't do it justice. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381564937846363026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8ozFgHk5I/AAAAAAAAAmU/nrVDQT28P3Y/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381566887269705266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8qkjq3JjI/AAAAAAAAAm0/xr2g4TpkUqg/s400/12+%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381566374348207570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8qGs42NdI/AAAAAAAAAmk/zmUIppgH4_A/s400/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So-funny story. We had a firetruck (see pic above) as a marketing tool. After each Crimson Nights we take all the volunteers to breakfast at Village Inn and we thought, "We should take the firetruck!- Yeah GREAT idea!"...until we got pulled over. Ashley, Alison and Me &lt;em&gt;trying &lt;/em&gt;to hide=FAIL!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381567586406464194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8rNQKDesI/AAAAAAAAAm8/kZ9mHKRvIKU/s400/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381568103465997378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8rrWWp1EI/AAAAAAAAAnE/nnffmj2mALA/s400/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At Breakfast. Because of the event, getting pulled over and breakfast, I didn't get home until 6am!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382611425906641506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 444px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrLgktUfymI/AAAAAAAAAqU/sxHzhntgab8/s400/75.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ____________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;As another right of passage of college, this year I have joined the MUSS (Mighty Utah Student Section) for the football games. I went to my first college game last week and it was so much FUN! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381569868664764738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8tSGO1eUI/AAAAAAAAAnU/UepkkzK15Y0/s400/36.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382616907590777106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrLljyL1uRI/AAAAAAAAArU/FIPvN6mmJis/s400/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yep, Hardcore.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381570617921440258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8t9tbjCgI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RkOKQFV6J5c/s400/43.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381571014957417858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8uU0gTRYI/AAAAAAAAAns/Wy8oet6NuyE/s400/45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382619277701423634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrLntviQIhI/AAAAAAAAArc/90N9l1N9lUk/s400/49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This picture is to show how many students are in the muss&lt;br /&gt;(and this is only one of three sections!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My school has an annual competition with Utah State to see which school can collect the most blood. Me, Ashley and Rob all decided to go and donate. Well, Kind of. We got there and Rob couldn't donate because he just got back from Africa (if you visit any country who has problems with Malaria-you cannot donate for a year) and I couldn't donate because after testing my blood, there wasn't enough Iron in my blood and my temperature was .2 degrees too high. :(&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381574126752619298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8xJ82F2yI/AAAAAAAAAoM/OfNT2smEg-E/s400/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rob and I so sad that we cannot donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381574920625524146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8x4KQJDbI/AAAAAAAAAoU/d7IpoJlRfq8/s400/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ashley, just saving lives-no big deal.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrJinW_QPRI/AAAAAAAAAqM/4swGhBFYK3w/s1600-h/blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382472932986469650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrJinW_QPRI/AAAAAAAAAqM/4swGhBFYK3w/s400/blood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, holding a pound of Ashley's blood. Everyone thinks this is so gross? I don't know why?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;______________________________________________ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went down to St. George to see my cousin, Olivia get baptized over Labor Day weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382612432720332818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrLhfT_liBI/AAAAAAAAAqc/DfuJBpEqyJw/s400/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Playing Scrabble. This was a nightly occurance. It can also get pretty competitive. Brent won one time and after Grandma quit because she was mad she wasn't winning and Brent says, "Grandma, aren't you going to congratulate me on my first win?" Her response? "Congratulations you rat fink...Bastard." lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382613214027222258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrLiMylqjPI/AAAAAAAAAqk/OsdXi-bEZD8/s400/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;MAYBE this is why Grandma kept losing, by picking hands like this. Just a thought. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382614014466483554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrLi7YdQZWI/AAAAAAAAAqs/bzvKX3F48r4/s400/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Let me introduce...Shaky Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382614558901259010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrLjbEonywI/AAAAAAAAAq0/u1KRSo7wDUY/s400/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382614916021548882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrLjv3Au91I/AAAAAAAAAq8/cvaPgT62NIA/s400/103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382615730839551090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrLkfSce_HI/AAAAAAAAArE/FITSXypO2Ao/s400/107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love hammoks! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382616299452736114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrLlAYsbonI/AAAAAAAAArM/5xtDZqGflKI/s400/112.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;For UPC, we had a social and for it we decided to play dodgeball. It ended up being so much fun!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381572692090053698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8v2cT4ZEI/AAAAAAAAAn8/ZzjtlzREefM/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381764544977386466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 446px; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq_eVwArO-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/_YA4QlpbeDE/s400/pic+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381764929456922850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq_esITvYOI/AAAAAAAAAok/FsPe69Hfh64/s400/pic+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381765453526531314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 435px; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq_fKonq_PI/AAAAAAAAAos/WQ8Xzqmf21U/s400/pic+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last girl standing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381765860357086210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 443px; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq_fiULonAI/AAAAAAAAAo0/4ADP2YFO-vI/s400/pic+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Directors vs. Everyone Else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(of course we won)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrJgEjd7gXI/AAAAAAAAAp0/V2qIuuYuhIs/s1600-h/dodgeball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382470136017682802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrJgEjd7gXI/AAAAAAAAAp0/V2qIuuYuhIs/s400/dodgeball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrJh14sPPoI/AAAAAAAAAqE/b_vrI0Skr5A/s1600-h/laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382472083040059010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SrJh14sPPoI/AAAAAAAAAqE/b_vrI0Skr5A/s400/laughing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK Kidd-os, That's all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-7426182391622838504?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7426182391622838504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=7426182391622838504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7426182391622838504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7426182391622838504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/09/whew-im-exhausted-after-this-post.html' title='Whew, I&apos;m exhausted after this post.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sq8blsRWm6I/AAAAAAAAAkM/bdlubqASf1A/s72-c/003+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-8885907288616022007</id><published>2009-08-16T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:51:43.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I am Grateful..</title><content type='html'>While I was leaving Church today, I realized that I have so many things in life to be grateful for. And since I love making lists, here I go. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A beautiful family that is so incredibly close. We really are like Best Friends. All of us.&lt;br /&gt;I Love You Mom, Dad, Brandon, Kristin, Tyler, Ann and Brent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wonderful Parents who have been married for 29 years today! Go them, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to see my cousin, Steven's, farewell today. He gave such a lovely talk and I even learned something new. (I had no idea that Joseph Smith translated the entire Book of Mormon in only 65 days!) He taught how the Book of Mormon is the Keystone of our religion and without it, we have nothing. Although I already knew this, it was shown to me in a different light. I have really become close to Steven in the past couple years. I will miss him terribly, but I know that there are people in Paraguay who are in need of this Gospel and who better than Steven to give them that gift? Love you Stevie!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also, at my cousin's farewell- My cousin from the other side, Emily, gave a talk and she did a wonderful job. Even though she is younger than me, I really look up to her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missionary Work. One of my best guy friends, Tyler Shaw is serving a mission in New Mexico right now and through simple emails, he has been able to touch our friends back home. My really good friend Nuthaniel came to church with me for his first time today, and he didn't hate it. :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Gospel. 'nuff said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Dad. He was set apart as the first counselor in the Bishopbric. it is nice to have someone in our house who honors his Priesthood. I can't tell you how many times I have been blessed by this. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wonderful friends who are there for support. I was feeling kinda down on Saturday night and my friend,  Jeremy dropped everything to meet me for a movie to cheer me up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To live in this wonderful nation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That this economy hasn't affected my family too bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pictures to capture unforgettable moments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My iPhone. Love it. Best Purchase I have made in... well, forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celestial Marriage... I honestly Can't wait. Just need to find an eligible bachelor. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though I honestly hate it sometimes, I am grateful for the opportunity to go to college; to further my education in order to start a good career.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For a job that I LOVE so much at the U (not at Archibald's). This job has brought me to 6 of the best people that I have ever met and I know that we will be friends forever. I have grown closer to them than any other group of people in my life. Also, it pays my tuition so that is awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well obviously this list can go on and on, but I have some work I need to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-8885907288616022007?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8885907288616022007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=8885907288616022007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8885907288616022007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8885907288616022007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-i-am-grateful.html' title='Today, I am Grateful..'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-4283111334497097385</id><published>2009-08-14T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:34:07.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I May Be In Love Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8t-QFU2FGUo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8t-QFU2FGUo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-4283111334497097385?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/4283111334497097385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=4283111334497097385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/4283111334497097385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/4283111334497097385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-may-be-in-love-again.html' title='I May Be In Love Again...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-3838396343489323603</id><published>2009-08-03T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:52:01.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WooHoo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sndb-vgHbjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/glSQWBtUhus/s1600-h/jpxwra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365858614496423474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sndb-vgHbjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/glSQWBtUhus/s400/jpxwra.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/1099333034707773050-3838396343489323603?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3838396343489323603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=3838396343489323603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3838396343489323603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3838396343489323603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/08/woohoo.html' title='WooHoo!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sndb-vgHbjI/AAAAAAAAAjM/glSQWBtUhus/s72-c/jpxwra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-3473866272283567409</id><published>2009-06-26T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:47:52.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWqHjGrxqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Q8vamcMap28/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351870778858784418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWqHjGrxqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Q8vamcMap28/s400/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cake Number One&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351870910381972498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWqPNEQXBI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Z2-u1FZfZEo/s400/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me, doing a birthday solo for Dad.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351871040735022674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWqWyq2DlI/AAAAAAAAAh0/a7RgpniXmwc/s400/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love when Brent will take a serious, cute picture with me (which isn't very often).&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351871186011624338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWqfP3fE5I/AAAAAAAAAh8/gk-pKO577YA/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dad's sweet new ride!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351871289865264850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWqlSwH3tI/AAAAAAAAAiE/VcbSjTyFVS4/s400/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Right before he popped a mean wheelie.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351871560597818610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWq1DTyzPI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ZwyYtQ5pb4k/s400/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dad's greatest accomplisments. haha. jk. kind of. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351871703642575394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWq9YMUkiI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rnpY7LM1UTs/s400/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aw, they're the best!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351871995108151442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWrOV_IUJI/AAAAAAAAAic/5r3nh4vCy7c/s400/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the best it gets for a "nice" picture of Brandon and Kristin.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351872183609238274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWrZUNSowI/AAAAAAAAAik/BeItwa7Pl-U/s400/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"Oh! I get it cockroach beats everything. One more time for all the marbles."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351872336996310850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWriPnnn0I/AAAAAAAAAis/-PJFsMCAFrA/s400/078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tyler and Ann&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351872726223010354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWr45mfujI/AAAAAAAAAi0/FiOF2pW8YjE/s400/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;First attempt to blow out all the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351872892108692050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWsCjkuWlI/AAAAAAAAAi8/sVu44b7IGog/s400/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh maybe on the second turn. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351873586562450690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWsq-nZxQI/AAAAAAAAAjE/OTgQEUHKbD0/s400/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh i guess the third time is the charm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't even think my dad reads this, but if he does, I just want him to know how much I love him for all that he is. I know this is a really cliche thing to say, but I honestly feel that I have the best dad in the world. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-3473866272283567409?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3473866272283567409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=3473866272283567409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3473866272283567409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3473866272283567409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-day-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday, Daddy!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SkWqHjGrxqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Q8vamcMap28/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-3849416392700387024</id><published>2009-06-20T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:58:17.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Punch the Rain in the Face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sj13TGNZf-I/AAAAAAAAAhc/rWVCD7aUiU4/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349563102354046946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sj13TGNZf-I/AAAAAAAAAhc/rWVCD7aUiU4/s400/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I Feel Jipped! I didn't take summer school so that I could actually enjoy my summer. I wanted to spend everyday laying out and swimming at Raging Waters, like I did last summer. But Unfortunately I haven't been able to, because it hasn't stopped raining. Here I am, on June 20th, in a &lt;strong&gt;Hoodie&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah, My life is sad. The sun better come out and play in the next 64 days before school starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-3849416392700387024?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3849416392700387024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=3849416392700387024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3849416392700387024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3849416392700387024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-punch-rain-in-face.html' title='I Wanna Punch the Rain in the Face!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sj13TGNZf-I/AAAAAAAAAhc/rWVCD7aUiU4/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-3288212902944422795</id><published>2009-05-24T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:27:29.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Got More Bounce in California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks ago, me and Tre took our annual trip down to California to visit his family after finals were over. It was so nice there; the weather was beautiful. We spent six days down there, and on the sixth day- my family (Mom, Dad, Brandon, Kristin, Tyler, Ann and Brent) met us down there so that we could celebrate Mom's birthday. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339625202204037858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Shoo1LMYUuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/gILBvEZTmpw/s400/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tre and Lili, playing Nintendo DS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339624775675196482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShoocWP-tEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/E83nDGTUPDA/s400/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and the Baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339624453866118050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShooJnat26I/AAAAAAAAAgU/SnHfe96Oi88/s400/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339624067973962402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShonzJ222qI/AAAAAAAAAgM/T-rZ5hAS0Ig/s400/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There he is!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339623815750562850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShonkeQHNCI/AAAAAAAAAgE/tANr3Ry9IVE/s400/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tre's nephew, Auli. He's the cutest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339623385911030034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShonLc-YcRI/AAAAAAAAAf8/kK044hD3k-c/s400/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On our last day with Tre's family, we went down to Hollywood. This is Me, Tre and Tre's little sister: RaeMisha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339622963778326898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Shomy4aGkXI/AAAAAAAAAf0/KNeOMWU4KfY/s400/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE big things!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339621571123704050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sholh0XXcPI/AAAAAAAAAfs/TzzqgLXQFrI/s400/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339620712202731202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Shokv0opfsI/AAAAAAAAAfk/iuhJ17YBxeY/s400/099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This picture cost $4- just to stand with the characters!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339620125134514178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShokNporaAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/QUwz5hlOj2s/s400/130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six flags was having a deal where you could get in for only $25 per person- so we decided that was a great idea. Unfortunately, so did the rest of the west coast- it was so crowded. And on top of that- it was 104 degrees! It was so hot and it took us 2+ hours to get on the first ride. The ride: &lt;em&gt;Tatsu&lt;/em&gt; was awesome it tilted you as you rode to make it as though you were flying. After the first big loop, Brent, Tre and I saw something fall from the ride. As we get off the ride, Tyler realizes that it was his wallet! Not only did it have his credit cards, license and $70 in it- it also had his DOT license that he needs in order to work. So he was freaking out- and it took us about an hour and a half to get over that, because they told us there was nothing that they could do until the park closed. So we rode another ride and then went to dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339618770562803730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Shoi-zdnaBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/BgAm3R00lkE/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before we got into the park- everyone was so energized and in good spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339618315299000786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShoikTeREdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/LDCnDCkLnRA/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339617709841898258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShoiBD-C2xI/AAAAAAAAAe8/HfqIIxfTun4/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five Minutes in- too DANG HOT!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we came back to the park got on a final ride and then waited around for nearly two hours to see if they would find it. (don't worry, we entertained ourselves by taking a bunch of pictures). Once the park closed, it was back to business and everyone was in a horrible mood again as we anticipated the worst. We waited at the lost and found and the guys who searched the ride came down holding a baseball cap. So I went up to the lady and told her that I had lost a brown fossil wallet and she was really hopeful... until I told her where I had lost it, and then she just shakes her head and says, "Nope, they just searched &lt;em&gt;Tatsu &lt;/em&gt;and all they found was this hat." I look inside the hat and there is Tyler's wallet!!! I just started jumping up and down and then ran to find Tyler. Everyone was so relieved- especially Mom, who almost starting crying.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the day was quite the adventure. In eleven hours that we were there, we rode three rides and ate dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339617358758303010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShohsoFMVSI/AAAAAAAAAe0/hdUwsTngEL0/s400/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The whole Crew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339614571785356018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShofKZzEAvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/SNrMk8HYfDE/s400/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the last (and best!) ride that we rode. The initial drop was 255 feet and went underground. Another plus: no one lost anything on it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339615195378495474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Shofus3QL_I/AAAAAAAAAec/N-F1EP9-BL8/s400/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kristin, with the "G" that stands for GrassStain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339615682228764290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShogLChZvoI/AAAAAAAAAek/DiIEXhZG9Kk/s400/139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ann and Tyler &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339616864561220466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShohP3DbS3I/AAAAAAAAAes/DQtKgAJAbaU/s400/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Brent with the "I" standing for Incredible, or so we'd both like to think&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339619169708365490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShojWCZVVrI/AAAAAAAAAfU/QkTcxckGebA/s400/143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom and Dad all tuckered out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, we went to the mall and the Aquarium and walked around to burn time until our plane left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339613116265067602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Shod1rj-9FI/AAAAAAAAAeE/k01uXQTMkqc/s400/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before went out we went to Panda, and this was what Brent's fortune cookie said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339627418260168418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Shoq2KpVXuI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qCJKlQlNYuQ/s400/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what mine said. I think they knew we were coming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339611700162882386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShocjQK6a1I/AAAAAAAAAd8/6lLFyFqawSM/s400/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the mall, we bought $15 worth of gummies. Here's Brent showing off his gummy fangs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339610553613744034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Shobgg8S96I/AAAAAAAAAdk/2Q2QC8AevnM/s400/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339610840422296930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShobxNYyLWI/AAAAAAAAAds/2pR1jozHmII/s400/093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339628001006744226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/ShorYFi8cqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/KAmxAqTNgyk/s400/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and Kristin liked the Aquarium so much more than the boys. We loved touching all of the creatures. so much that we got left behind so many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-3288212902944422795?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3288212902944422795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=3288212902944422795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3288212902944422795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3288212902944422795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-got-more-bounce-in-california.html' title='We Got More Bounce in California'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Shoo1LMYUuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/gILBvEZTmpw/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-5935248865844725895</id><published>2009-05-19T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:05:03.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!</title><content type='html'>Today grades were posted for Spring Semester. I took four classes including biology, sociology, health &amp;amp; diversity and gender studies. I worked really hard and got my first 4.0 of my college career and am pretty happy about it! Just thought I'd share the good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term: Spring 2009&lt;br /&gt;Undergraduate Semester&lt;br /&gt;BIOL 1210 002 4.0 A &lt;br /&gt;GNDR 1100 003 3.0 A &lt;br /&gt;H EDU 5300 001 3.0 A &lt;br /&gt;SOC 1010 002 4.0 A &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:helpWindow("&gt;GradePoints&lt;/a&gt; 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:helpWindow("&gt;GPAUnits&lt;/a&gt; 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:helpWindow("&gt;UnitsPassed&lt;/a&gt; 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:helpWindow("&gt;GPA&lt;/a&gt; 4.000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-5935248865844725895?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5935248865844725895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=5935248865844725895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5935248865844725895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5935248865844725895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay.html' title='Yay!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-6218423431828484818</id><published>2009-04-28T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:49:53.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to make time for FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Finals quickly approaching (last day of classes are tomorrow!) I have had to study for long periods of time nearly every day. Although I've been studying a lot, I've also made time for a lot of fun as well. Erica and I went to see the broadway show &lt;em&gt;Wicked&lt;/em&gt;. The music, costumes and talent were amazing and we both had such a great time. I am grateful that Erica had that extra ticket so that I had the opportunity to go. Then last Saturday, Tre and I went to see the Lakers play against the Jazz in the 4th game of the playoffs. We had such a good time! Now, I just need to focus and get through the next nine days.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329936798975372594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sfe9R4o1rTI/AAAAAAAAAck/J60Hfijiw44/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brent took pictures of me studying in mockery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329936914976613282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sfe9YoxsI6I/AAAAAAAAAcs/CqMbhB9Kdnk/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Studying makes me a little loopy, when I've been doing it for too long&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937021711607554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sfe9e2ZS5wI/AAAAAAAAAc0/c7kHgE_ibkA/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937247083392018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sfe9r9-HbBI/AAAAAAAAAc8/n6r62Iw5zlA/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Ric&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937353111823922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sfe9yI9Q5jI/AAAAAAAAAdE/nFyNpflRcRM/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tre and I, before we went to the game&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937443053225234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sfe93YA9xRI/AAAAAAAAAdM/FbEZ9fnL5xY/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I really didn't care who won the game, but I just wanted to be opposite of Tre so I looked around to find this Jazz jerzee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937592810858274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sfe-AF595yI/AAAAAAAAAdU/zgEGyyUyNMg/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tre and his little brother, Desi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329937815027594178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sfe-NBukM8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/m7S4ZD3MvYw/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tre's favorite player, Kobe Bryant, shooting free throws &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-6218423431828484818?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6218423431828484818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=6218423431828484818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6218423431828484818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6218423431828484818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-have-to-make-time-for-fun.html' title='You have to make time for FUN!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sfe9R4o1rTI/AAAAAAAAAck/J60Hfijiw44/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-7669302587863821990</id><published>2009-04-17T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:05:22.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's Only Two Types of Guys Out There...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ones that can handle me and ones that I scare." &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325734559356475154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SejPXWJ21xI/AAAAAAAAAbs/b5dvEA20zdk/s400/britney%2520circus-thumb-440x442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Some friends from UPC and I decided last minute to go see the Britney Spears Concert featuring the Pussycat Dolls. It was the best concert that I've been to (granted, I've only been to one other concert: *Nsync when I was 12), but nevertheless it was awesome. The theme of the show was also the title to her latest album "Circus" and there were some crazy circus acts there. I was blown away. It was definitely worth $40!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325736344212558322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SejQ_PQtUfI/AAAAAAAAAcc/5anADk-zo90/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Before the show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735438774113730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SejQKiPXFcI/AAAAAAAAAb8/J9zZmTUMrSo/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rob, Me, Ameena, Kristin and Heather&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735751304378898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SejQcugYehI/AAAAAAAAAcM/jGjLwcPm-mU/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325736216255119010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SejQ3ylRvqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ek_Mu6EqpmM/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After the show- we are Britneyed Out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-7669302587863821990?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7669302587863821990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=7669302587863821990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7669302587863821990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7669302587863821990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/04/theres-only-two-types-of-guys-out-there.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s Only Two Types of Guys Out There...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SejPXWJ21xI/AAAAAAAAAbs/b5dvEA20zdk/s72-c/britney%2520circus-thumb-440x442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-8003323875838363156</id><published>2009-04-08T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:30:08.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I get my own Business Cards! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I just wanted to take a minute to let everyone know that I applied for the Director of Crimson Nights on the UPC board at the University of Utah and even though there was some stiff competition- I got the position! I've put a lot of work into UPC in my two years of college so far and it is about time that work paid off. :) It's going to be a lot of work and might be pretty hectic at times, but it will be a good experience and it's a full-ride scholarship so that's a plus too. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322512879884198578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sd1dQ63wYrI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Y1ClRZrdnWU/s400/169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the note i found on my mirror when I woke up the day of my interview/presentation. I have the best family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-8003323875838363156?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8003323875838363156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=8003323875838363156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8003323875838363156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8003323875838363156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-get-my-own-business-cards.html' title='I get my own Business Cards! :)'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Sd1dQ63wYrI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Y1ClRZrdnWU/s72-c/169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-5680540972245909979</id><published>2009-03-31T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:07:08.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>233 Days Until. . .</title><content type='html'>These posters for the movie were just released and OH! so sad. I hated the book, because I hate Jacob Black. But I'm still excited for the movie. The poster of Bella makes me want to cry. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319475170940145058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SdKSe_NlzaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ErdAGRvLKBE/s400/new_moon_poster_bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319476382583497730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SdKTlg74JAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/cazUEVcv_IA/s400/new_moon_poster_edward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-5680540972245909979?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5680540972245909979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=5680540972245909979' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5680540972245909979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5680540972245909979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/03/233-days-until.html' title='233 Days Until. . .'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SdKSe_NlzaI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ErdAGRvLKBE/s72-c/new_moon_poster_bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-5264011430805299233</id><published>2009-03-25T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:06:17.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Ya Go, Gramma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Weekend, A few friends and I went to Las Vegas to support our boyfriends who play on the University of Utah's basketball team in the Mountain West Conference Tournament. All three games that they played in were so intense, but also so much fun. They ended up winning the entire thing and got to cut down the nets. It was so much fun and I was so glad that I had the opportunity to go. Go Utes!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317330834307389394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr0OKwfl9I/AAAAAAAAAYc/wXtikMwZ_r4/s400/254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Heading Out. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317331226353092226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr0k_PeRoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/qdiL5FpPMQU/s400/262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tre and I were playing in the arcade and we played Deal or No Deal. We chose # 10 (Tre's Jersey Number) and it had 400 tickets- the highest amount!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317331466168393378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr0y8n5XqI/AAAAAAAAAYs/gvCHB9yHS6A/s400/268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On our way to the Wyoming vs. Utah game&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317331794852308386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr1GFEP5aI/AAAAAAAAAY0/cLmWU05u2Ko/s400/272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Elyse, Bre and I cheering on the guys at the game&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317331880454836002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr1LD9ezyI/AAAAAAAAAY8/3uka5TUZHac/s400/279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317332060158209090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr1VhaGrEI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1Jcvvrw2IW8/s400/285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and Miss Cassie&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317332174748585938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr1cMSlD9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/5JCwk7PK0Ws/s400/294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Elyse and I at the beginning of the Championship Game hoping we'll leave #1&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317332409688568386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr1p3goskI/AAAAAAAAAZc/z-E-h3TMo7I/s400/295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tre- on the Megatron before the game. (Elyse and I made it on here like six times for being to wild)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317332525739830898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr1wn1abnI/AAAAAAAAAZk/_wnOrW4diik/s400/299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go Luke!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317332661355956338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr14hC0SHI/AAAAAAAAAZs/abrdNUTmu88/s400/300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Die-Hard Ute Fan&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317332828450382898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr2CPhO5DI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/H0N-gPZI60c/s400/306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my friend Eric he was originally rooting for BYU, but once they lost- I converted him to UofUism&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317332939681244114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr2It4vI9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_Xh0orkUVVo/s400/312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Whew! That was a close one&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317333494080461794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr2o_Lz2-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/qURzZHxTpRM/s400/321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coach B is so crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3l7rL2_7lg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3l7rL2_7lg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317333708127930994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr21cktCnI/AAAAAAAAAaM/9XHus-lRC-s/s400/327.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317333809334193234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr27VmKDFI/AAAAAAAAAaU/vBr4d6z_dD0/s400/328.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Tre!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317333906914657282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr3BBHJxAI/AAAAAAAAAac/ZCxthemUqMM/s400/329.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;MVP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317334053328376882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr3Jii51DI/AAAAAAAAAak/SeAos049lo8/s400/330.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me- on my birthday- laying out by the pool is was like 80 degrees!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317334337425106690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr3aE415wI/AAAAAAAAAas/jPgaKCvohPw/s400/332.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Elyse and I decided that for my birthday we would go to the Stratosphere and ride all the rides that are on top of the hotel (1400 feet in the air). It was so much fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317334457355043458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr3hDqXgoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tcTLFMIJ4-M/s400/334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317334584791326178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr3oeZi3eI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HHcnsZWaUv0/s400/341.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The guys running the ride let us go twice for free :) I love free stuff. Elyse hated the rides. "Rachel, I never wanna see you again."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317334890401330818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr36Q4pdoI/AAAAAAAAAbE/KkEZXionnjA/s400/345.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After the ride, we ordered room service ($12 for a cup of soup!) Then the delivery boy brought cake for my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMIJxPV8VZ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMIJxPV8VZ4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elyse is so crazy, but such a good singer! Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317335158097861794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr4J2IeXKI/AAAAAAAAAbM/84Ic_N9n8no/s400/374.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our last day in Vegas- me at the fountain show at the Bellagio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-5264011430805299233?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5264011430805299233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=5264011430805299233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5264011430805299233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5264011430805299233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-ya-go-gramma.html' title='Here Ya Go, Gramma!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/Scr0OKwfl9I/AAAAAAAAAYc/wXtikMwZ_r4/s72-c/254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-6127649596178998203</id><published>2009-03-06T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:27:53.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby's in Da News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SbIDBSFeyuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/H0mK_MWYy4Q/s1600-h/147.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310310231192816354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SbIDBSFeyuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/H0mK_MWYy4Q/s400/147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Read about it at deseretnews.com They just talk about how great of a kid that Tre is, despite his many trials in life. It also talked about what a big part of his team's success that he's been and how great he is doing in college and in basketball. I'm so proud! My family and I have known all of these things about Tre for as long as we've known him- it's just nice to get recognition from everyone else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://desertnews.com/article1,5143,705289107,00.html"&gt;http://desertnews.com/article1,5143,705289107,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310308278408184242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SbIBPnZWAbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uYo33soEByc/s400/001+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310308440891782722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SbIBZEsc9kI/AAAAAAAAAYM/OQuksiZN7b0/s400/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-6127649596178998203?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6127649596178998203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=6127649596178998203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6127649596178998203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6127649596178998203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-babys-in-da-news.html' title='My Baby&apos;s in Da News'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SbIDBSFeyuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/H0mK_MWYy4Q/s72-c/147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-7007790340414294846</id><published>2009-02-16T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:29:50.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Saturday was Valentine's Day and I had to work all night. It was really busy but at the end of my shift, my friend Teneil said that someone at one of her tables wanted to say hi to me. I walk upstairs and Tre is standing there in a dimly-lit mural room with a candle-lit dinner and roses. It was such a surprise and so sweet. I hope your V-Day was just as cute :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303587772818544082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SZog-tH0VdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/p5_Z7W0STtc/s400/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-7007790340414294846?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7007790340414294846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=7007790340414294846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7007790340414294846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7007790340414294846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/02/aww.html' title='Aww...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SZog-tH0VdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/p5_Z7W0STtc/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-6465971975782401309</id><published>2009-02-10T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:57:46.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hurts. . . Literally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SZIiKjjQ1JI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Gctyg_pKY2E/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301337276105675922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SZIiKjjQ1JI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Gctyg_pKY2E/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Chris Brown beat up his girlfriend, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt; early Sunday Morning and they both had to pull their performances from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grammy's&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday evening. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Allegedly&lt;/span&gt;, Brown hit her in the face with his fists, giving her two major contusions on her forehead, a split lip and bloody nose. There were also bites marks? found on her arm and several fingers. I'm really so sad because this whole time I thought he was a good guy, but good guys DON'T do stuff like that. :( Now all I have to say is "PHEW!" I guess I slipped by that one. Good thing I didn't go out with him that one time he asked me. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-6465971975782401309?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6465971975782401309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=6465971975782401309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6465971975782401309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6465971975782401309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-chris-brown-beat-up-his-girlfriend.html' title='Love Hurts. . . Literally.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SZIiKjjQ1JI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Gctyg_pKY2E/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-8195044285720190046</id><published>2009-02-07T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:19:56.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ann-akin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SY55U52AnTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/HLlQl2T-PU8/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300307211493350706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SY55U52AnTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/HLlQl2T-PU8/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SY55NFC6IBI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/U2Vrb28K2BA/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300307077061287954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SY55NFC6IBI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/U2Vrb28K2BA/s400/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like a lively Party... I know you're jealous you weren't invited.. Maybe next time. :)&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/1099333034707773050-8195044285720190046?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8195044285720190046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=8195044285720190046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8195044285720190046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8195044285720190046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-ann-akin.html' title='Happy Birthday Ann-akin!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SY55U52AnTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/HLlQl2T-PU8/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-6290350812601511535</id><published>2009-02-03T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:12:18.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Utes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SYkxTNkHIwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dP83wvXegtk/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298820642706498306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SYkxTNkHIwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dP83wvXegtk/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tre always gets us such good seats to all the basketball games and we were so excited to be able to go to the rivalry game between Utah and BYU. It was even more fun when we beat BYU in overtime! We all always have such a good time going to support Tre, his friends and my school! Right now they are tied (three ways) for first place with a 5-2 record. They are on the road right now for a week-playing two games. Hopefully they can win both games and stay on top. Go UTES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298819808414059074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SYkwiplSykI/AAAAAAAAAWo/FEWhOYo10xA/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me- decked out in my Ute gear-Nice Red Lips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298820062207554706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SYkwxbCYNJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/niIBWRkj-hY/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nice action shot!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298820314523471074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SYkxAG_LjOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/lYsQcMHYf4s/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for the tickets Tre!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-6290350812601511535?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6290350812601511535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=6290350812601511535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6290350812601511535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6290350812601511535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/02/go-utes.html' title='Go Utes!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SYkxTNkHIwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/dP83wvXegtk/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-7181037221931707064</id><published>2009-01-29T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:13:04.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elder Shaw Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tyler has been sending me all his photos and videos in order to share with all of you that want to keep tabs on him. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296969591941818082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SYKdx4G85uI/AAAAAAAAAWI/OLdQgCd8hqI/s320/IMG0436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296969750989982738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SYKd7Im_TBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KRx5jowtG74/s320/IMG0438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296970026012475026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SYKeLJJdfpI/AAAAAAAAAWY/vEeFGTthbTM/s320/IMG0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296969427067377042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SYKdoR50lZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Q6nSFY6SyKw/s320/IMG0420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5fKDVpy0KE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5fKDVpy0KE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2UQ3I4pToZg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2UQ3I4pToZg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want of these pictures or videos I have them. Just let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-7181037221931707064?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7181037221931707064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=7181037221931707064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7181037221931707064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7181037221931707064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2009/01/elder-shaw-updates.html' title='Elder Shaw Updates'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SYKdx4G85uI/AAAAAAAAAWI/OLdQgCd8hqI/s72-c/IMG0436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-1746182797026756032</id><published>2008-12-21T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:47:36.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pseudo Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because Mom and I will be gone next week for "real" Christmas we had Christmas Eve and Christmas this Friday and Saturday. It doesn't really matter WHEN you celebrate, as long as you are with loved ones and remember the true meaning of this holiday. Here's some pictures to document the occasion: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282308408587777410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6Hgr_u9YI/AAAAAAAAATo/koo622ixR5U/s320/IMG_3280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid Kitty. I was wrapping presents and she was sitting in a JcPenney bag with her head out the handle hole. Someone made a loud noise and she takes off with the bag flapping around her neck, like a cape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282309045526455522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6IFwxv5OI/AAAAAAAAATw/0Xe0YtOkNbw/s320/IMG_3287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Every Year I am "Santa" which means that I pass out the gifts to everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282316008695299922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6ObEmkf1I/AAAAAAAAAV4/_Du08eYQI5Y/s320/IMG_3288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brandon and his Star Wars toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282309934761846530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6I5hb_JwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Mb_xOquW3zk/s320/IMG_3290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ann &amp;amp; Ty opening gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282310194720104418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6JIp23X-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/zrmzgWUL9XI/s320/IMG_3292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kristin- fascinated by her &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282310531555597746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6JcQqtHbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/9i-VsY0mGE0/s320/IMG_3297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Family got a Wii game called the Outdoor Chellenge and this is me and Brent &lt;strong&gt;sprinting.&lt;/strong&gt; Quite the workout.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282311457900442754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6KSLkhtII/AAAAAAAAAUo/oz-ihb-U0Vo/s320/IMG_3311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sisi, Me and Brent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282311194941957218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6KC3-VpGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ew6rppPQUIA/s320/IMG_3310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Typical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282311834342930802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6KoF7aOXI/AAAAAAAAAUw/T4CTKXGIe5A/s320/IMG_3335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mom and Grandpa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282312262681337650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6LBBnPnzI/AAAAAAAAAU4/wMcAyhRFJ4k/s320/IMG_3338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brent drew this prize (the hat) from the White Elephant. (The Rose bath kit was Tre's).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282312588400181090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6LT_Aqv2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/jh3XHEcsWss/s320/IMG_3340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tyler liked the hat too- it was a hit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282312850758299650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6LjQXt8AI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CAwqF7Q4Z8w/s320/IMG_3343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brandon won this Mexican Poncho. The hat was just the cherry on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282313233829312658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6L5ja9uJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/l7-rN0z5lmA/s320/IMG_3353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We have this tradition that all the unmarried grandchildren get to reach in the money jar, a jar full of coins, and pull out a handful. We look forward to it every year!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282313427143473186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6MEzkpuCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HFAM6LAEOUE/s320/IMG_3354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tré getting a good grab.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282313668204541106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6MS1mFtLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/j8yPGJIcO_c/s320/IMG_3357.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Brent warming up his fingers. It's hard for him because he has such big hands that when he gets a big handful-he cen't get it out the top. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282313898099956514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6MgOBbWyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2wWR7Rw2daE/s320/IMG_3358.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Brent grabbing and Grandpa making sure it's fair play.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282315394376568306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6N3UFkjfI/AAAAAAAAAVw/xbG9OxPJhBM/s320/IMG_3360.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The new Champ- $41.70&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We've already had our Christmas and had a great time. We hope that yours is filled with the same love and laughter. Merry Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-1746182797026756032?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1746182797026756032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=1746182797026756032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1746182797026756032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1746182797026756032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/12/pseudo-christmas.html' title='Pseudo Christmas!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SU6Hgr_u9YI/AAAAAAAAATo/koo622ixR5U/s72-c/IMG_3280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-2073450936875196580</id><published>2008-12-15T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:17:58.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-Up, Again :(</title><content type='html'>I always get so far behind and some good things happen that I want to share. So here I am, once again, mooshing all those things together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple weekends ago was the last CN of the semester and Me, Erica and Steven hung out the entire night. the end of the night- both Erica and I were dead on our feet. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280156515719275154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SUbiYCXpYpI/AAAAAAAAATI/ad5vK1lpZa4/s320/IMG_3249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have this game called Snood on our Computer that both Mom and Dad love to play for bragging rights against the other. I will occassionally play when I'm waiting for a CD to burn or something. Well, one day I played and got the high score. I have been the reigning champion for a few months now and then last Sunday, Dad comes screaming down the stairs. He had beat my score by 2000+ points. Mom was going to clear all the scores because she said the game was no longer fun-good thing she didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280157307859200034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SUbjGJUhaCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/LXMsbQ2UJd8/s320/IMG_3253.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A couple days ago, dad made breakfast for dinner and this is my silly Brother stuffing the WHOLE thing in his mouth at once. This was like his 5th french toast-thank goodness for high metabolism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280157958377084546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SUbjsAsEloI/AAAAAAAAATY/8TQss1BfldU/s320/IMG_3254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have to tell you what a good guy Brent is. So I went to the Utes basketball game last week and as I'm pulling in I notice that my breaks are making horrible, scary noises. I tell Brent this and he tells me that my breaks are completely worn. So the next day I drive Mom's car and I get home and him and Dad paid and changed my breaks before I even get home &lt;3 align="center"&gt;Then (I know, there's more!) After the near-blizzard the other day, I was rushing to get to school and Brent says, "Rach, when do you need to be outta here?" and I said, "in like 5 minutes, why?". "Just wondering". I am getting all my stuff to take outside to go clean off my car and I look out the window to see this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280159235016118274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SUbk2UiiUAI/AAAAAAAAATg/8bd7fA5VkBI/s320/IMG_3264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gotta Love Him!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-2073450936875196580?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/2073450936875196580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=2073450936875196580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/2073450936875196580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/2073450936875196580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/12/catch-up-again.html' title='Catch-Up, Again :('/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SUbiYCXpYpI/AAAAAAAAATI/ad5vK1lpZa4/s72-c/IMG_3249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-1935456495733937397</id><published>2008-11-27T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:51:32.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As tradition, we woke up to Burger King/McDonald's breakfast that Brent had went and got. Then we went through all the ads to see if getting up at 4am was worth it (it's not) and then we got ready to go to Uncle Randy's and Aunt Mary's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273591660237510834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SS-PrJ7rWLI/AAAAAAAAASI/KKI0DpHBj2Y/s400/140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Erica set the tables so beautifully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273592057902065426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SS-QCTWS5xI/AAAAAAAAASQ/aToqalC8ecM/s320/146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and Ric after we just done stuffing ourselves full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273592393128793762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SS-QV0Kk1qI/AAAAAAAAASY/0x4HfzMERPo/s320/148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my attempt of teaching Kristin how to cross one eye while leaving one straight. Needless to say, I failed. I know she looks like a doofus, but you gotta love her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273592801957171122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SS-QtnK2z7I/AAAAAAAAASg/Eto9RDZ7KBg/s320/154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I don't know why, but me and Kristin always take a thousand pictures that look like this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273595039632460034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SS-Sv3KOCQI/AAAAAAAAATA/xkG4REmmj_g/s320/175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What Thanksgiving is all about- The whole Family (Mom, Dad, Ann, Tyler, Kristin, Brandon, Me and Brent).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273593642148811570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SS-RehIJ0zI/AAAAAAAAASw/CbU-6rqNFkA/s320/176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Christian, Erica, Nikki, Steven, Whitney, Aunt Mary and Uncle Randy (we missed you Becca and Josh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273594036273716466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SS-R1dW2nPI/AAAAAAAAAS4/SfdSAq9OQr0/s320/200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Erica and I at (my second viewing of) &lt;em&gt;Twilight- &lt;/em&gt;STILL just as good! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-1935456495733937397?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1935456495733937397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=1935456495733937397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1935456495733937397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1935456495733937397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SS-PrJ7rWLI/AAAAAAAAASI/KKI0DpHBj2Y/s72-c/140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-1944957144083484004</id><published>2008-11-25T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:18:52.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday GrassStain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SSzOCJ-Pg4I/AAAAAAAAASA/jkxVe9SrN8E/s1600-h/kris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272815800176051074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SSzOCJ-Pg4I/AAAAAAAAASA/jkxVe9SrN8E/s400/kris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you seester&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like a lot&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/1099333034707773050-1944957144083484004?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1944957144083484004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=1944957144083484004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1944957144083484004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1944957144083484004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-grassstain.html' title='Happy Birthday GrassStain!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SSzOCJ-Pg4I/AAAAAAAAASA/jkxVe9SrN8E/s72-c/kris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-5666492310715912294</id><published>2008-11-22T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:14:32.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Movie Ever!/Happy Birthday Joycen!/Moonlight Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Me, Mom, Kristin, Ann and Vicki Lewellyn went to the midnight showing of &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; on Thursday. And I still cannot get over what a good movie it was. I was on the edge of my seat either being lovestruck or excited the entire time. I plan to see it numerous more times and I cannot wait until it comes out on DVD. If you haven't seen it-I 100% recommend it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271743449658991090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SSj-vI_qofI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bUI7LAehMXc/s400/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Mom, in our matching sweatsuits,about to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271744221279180290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SSj_cDgQVgI/AAAAAAAAARY/J6JFY30UqBE/s400/129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Brent, thinking we are totally lame for going-this is his "totally lame" face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271744572113190002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SSj_wedmfHI/AAAAAAAAARg/hmsv9zPU6K4/s400/130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mom, Me, Ann, Kristin and Vicki &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was Joyce's 20th Birthday! As tradition, we went to dinner really late at night at Chili's. Happy Birthday!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271745604969770082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SSkAsmJzLGI/AAAAAAAAARo/y6BpIDSIvAM/s400/142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Joyce, Jess and Me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight was Moonlight Madness at my job-where we are supposed to dress up like Christmas and we are open to Midnight. It was a very long day but it was also a lot of fun.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271746355638920434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SSkBYSnRZPI/AAAAAAAAARw/k7ADRgClUO0/s400/151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The morning crew before the first shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271747064642721714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SSkCBj2817I/AAAAAAAAAR4/5Vl2GehdB6A/s400/158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Esh, Me and T &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-5666492310715912294?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5666492310715912294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=5666492310715912294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5666492310715912294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5666492310715912294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-movie-everhappy-birthday.html' title='Best Movie Ever!/Happy Birthday Joycen!/Moonlight Madness'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SSj-vI_qofI/AAAAAAAAARQ/bUI7LAehMXc/s72-c/126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-7819329872022543232</id><published>2008-11-17T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:44:49.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Esha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SSJih3g66XI/AAAAAAAAARA/PiRnZ9RK_O0/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269882847954135410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SSJih3g66XI/AAAAAAAAARA/PiRnZ9RK_O0/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elysha, Teneil and Me celebrating Elysha's 22nd Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269883804181656498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SSJjZhvU87I/AAAAAAAAARI/6aaVxwakAjM/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have this weird tradition where if two of the three of us go shopping-you have to buy something weird/ugly for the absent person. I am so lucky that my best friends found this prize at Old Navy for $2.50! Don't you wish you had friends as great as mine?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-7819329872022543232?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7819329872022543232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=7819329872022543232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7819329872022543232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7819329872022543232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-esha.html' title='Happy Birthday Esha!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SSJih3g66XI/AAAAAAAAARA/PiRnZ9RK_O0/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-4281948466463102634</id><published>2008-11-12T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:49:29.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss 'Em</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SRu-I2Nr4oI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Xk83LVdIG-E/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268013248341074562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SRu-I2Nr4oI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Xk83LVdIG-E/s400/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Grandpa Kirkham are in Africa right now and I miss them so much. Hope they're doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-4281948466463102634?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/4281948466463102634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=4281948466463102634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/4281948466463102634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/4281948466463102634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/11/miss-em.html' title='Miss &apos;Em'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SRu-I2Nr4oI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Xk83LVdIG-E/s72-c/092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-3285584198189892007</id><published>2008-11-09T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:56:06.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Tyler and Ann!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SRdp-qHVaRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5_SrOrhLWBQ/s1600-h/ty+%26+ann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266794814410942738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SRdp-qHVaRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5_SrOrhLWBQ/s400/ty+%26+ann.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/1099333034707773050-3285584198189892007?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3285584198189892007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=3285584198189892007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3285584198189892007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3285584198189892007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-anniversary-tyler-and-ann.html' title='Happy Anniversary Tyler and Ann!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SRdp-qHVaRI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5_SrOrhLWBQ/s72-c/ty+%26+ann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-5798064593832118068</id><published>2008-11-05T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:13:10.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I Thinking?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SRH924CKe_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/W74QjrY8kyE/s1600-h/Hollister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265268558569044978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SRH924CKe_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/W74QjrY8kyE/s320/Hollister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I don't already have enough on my plate! Along with going to school over full time with a chemistry class that is kicking my butt!, working a part time job at Archibald's in their busiest season and trying to spend time with loved ones, I guess somewhere in the mix of things it sounded like a good idea to get ANOTHER part time job at Hollister. O well, it's like 6-10 hours a week (if that) and I get pretty good deals (not as good as I thought I would get) for Christmas. So I can help you out:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-5798064593832118068?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/5798064593832118068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=5798064593832118068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5798064593832118068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/5798064593832118068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I Thinking?!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SRH924CKe_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/W74QjrY8kyE/s72-c/Hollister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-799416491155565007</id><published>2008-11-04T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:47:46.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Jump on That Bandwagon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SRElYbLbxkI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3bfoQQp7zHc/s1600-h/President-George-W-Bush-Official-Portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265030540915623490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SRElYbLbxkI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3bfoQQp7zHc/s320/President-George-W-Bush-Official-Portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As Election day draws near an end I would just like to get on and say a few words about our former President, George Bush. Despite what anyone else may say, I believe that George W. Bush is a great man and was a great President. I stand behind any decision he made, whether wrong or right. All those that hate Bush so much must have forgotten that he is human; Yes, he has made mistakes, but who hasn't? I can't wait to see how fast it takes for everyone to turn on their beloved Obama when things don't suddenly turn around as they think it will. Also, I would just like to wish our new President the best of luck, because he is going to need it with how high of a pedestal he's been put on-it's going to be a long fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-799416491155565007?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/799416491155565007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=799416491155565007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/799416491155565007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/799416491155565007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-jump-on-that-bandwagon.html' title='You Jump on That Bandwagon!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SRElYbLbxkI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3bfoQQp7zHc/s72-c/President-George-W-Bush-Official-Portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-8471114963034718747</id><published>2008-11-02T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:22:57.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQ55DQ1FF8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/EtJN2thvFQ4/s1600-h/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264278111406856130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQ55DQ1FF8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/EtJN2thvFQ4/s320/132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This year is just flying by! Can you believe that October has already come and gone? Nuts! As a tradition for Halloween, me and my friends went to dinner and a scary movie. These girls are my best friends from high school and though we only see each other every so often because we all scattered in different directions, we always have a great time! We missed you Madi and Kenz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allee and Bolt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264278468526115218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQ55YDM8iZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/bS-egVr52Jg/s320/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You can't even tell Joyce is in that scene setter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264279029921359666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQ554ukAJzI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-fx3nv5mxCI/s320/134.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't tell who Jessica is kicking in the face but that is Corbin Bleu (I Loathe HSM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264286605049762802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQ6AxqHWk_I/AAAAAAAAAQA/ou5q0xTmwdw/s320/136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Morg being upset that I made her be in a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264286986646445170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQ6BH3rF3HI/AAAAAAAAAQI/19Pk3I6SFLQ/s320/140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's me-putting the mack on someone wearing John Kramer's face:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264287267588587218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQ6BYOQ6vtI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/iwH2_PZMrLI/s320/141.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It looks packed huh? haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264288229517223186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQ6CQNuk5RI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EYpdbO_aRI4/s320/142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-8471114963034718747?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8471114963034718747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=8471114963034718747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8471114963034718747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8471114963034718747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-year-is-just-flying-by-can-you.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQ55DQ1FF8I/AAAAAAAAAPg/EtJN2thvFQ4/s72-c/132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-2886337055562471176</id><published>2008-10-31T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:59:20.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins! Pumpkins! Pumpkins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Elysha decided about a month ago that we were going to carve pumpkins for Halloween. So we did it and it was such a blast. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263471660165869810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQubln2FsPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/N67Vd8kBsh8/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-2886337055562471176?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/2886337055562471176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=2886337055562471176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/2886337055562471176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/2886337055562471176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkins-pumpkins-pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins! Pumpkins! Pumpkins!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQubln2FsPI/AAAAAAAAAPY/N67Vd8kBsh8/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-8137097866223676196</id><published>2008-10-31T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:49:32.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Splendid Surprise</title><content type='html'>The past couple of days have been really hard and long for me. Last night I came home from 9 hours at school and walked into this wonderful sight on my bed-Thanks Tre!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263469269895019762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQuZafZG_PI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BdDw15iygMY/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-8137097866223676196?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8137097866223676196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=8137097866223676196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8137097866223676196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8137097866223676196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/10/splendid-surprise.html' title='Splendid Surprise'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQuZafZG_PI/AAAAAAAAAPI/BdDw15iygMY/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-2819839890932870241</id><published>2008-10-28T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:11:31.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where would you rather spend Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQeIBv19P6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/0buoZlm-Hyc/s1600-h/hawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262324253209739170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQeIBv19P6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/0buoZlm-Hyc/s320/hawaii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQeHw9Svi6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Z_a8hHBNoF0/s1600-h/2122552195_0e46e2ef85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262323964762360738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQeHw9Svi6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/Z_a8hHBNoF0/s320/2122552195_0e46e2ef85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it's a toss up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-2819839890932870241?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/2819839890932870241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=2819839890932870241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/2819839890932870241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/2819839890932870241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-would-you-rather-spend-christmas.html' title='Where would you rather spend Christmas?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQeIBv19P6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/0buoZlm-Hyc/s72-c/hawaii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-4304518936362030410</id><published>2008-10-26T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:55:14.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One WiLd weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQUMa32MCyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hikGIQlmguE/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261625395459656482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQUMa32MCyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hikGIQlmguE/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday I woke up, showered and then got ready for the longest weekend of my life. First, Mom and I went to lunch at Cafe Rio and then we headed up to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;set up a giant cauldron for the Black Pumpkin Affair (a Crimson Nights Halloween party). After that, I went to Chemistry and then headed straight to work from there. This weekend was Witches' Night Out where I work. What that is is a bunch of crazy ladies come in dressed in all sorts of witch costumes and wait 3 long hours to be seated. Needless to say, it is absolute madness! I worked from 330 until 12 then drove back to school to help with the party. After that was over (at 2 AM!) we cleaned up the mess and then went to Village Inn for breakfast. We were there until 5 in the morning and then I drove home. Brent couldn't believe it when I was still in bed at 2pm (but, hey! that's less than nine hours of sleep). I woke up- got decked out in my witch's costume again and headed off for another fun-filled night at Archie's. I worked from 330 and didn't get home until 3. I am glad it's Sunday so I can spend the day recuperating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me and Dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261626328488715922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQUNRLppppI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4HLDUB5sfH8/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, Ash and Ric at Village Inn at 4am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261627855634200802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQUOqEtgeOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/plsbTuKkzi4/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tom, Rob, Erica, Me, Alison, and Peter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261627115898488962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQUN_A-xSII/AAAAAAAAAOg/h_rBmTA9Sz8/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hot Cocoa tasted so good that early in the morning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261628427759964018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQUPLYC6z3I/AAAAAAAAAOw/DEmjGRyY010/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-4304518936362030410?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/4304518936362030410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=4304518936362030410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/4304518936362030410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/4304518936362030410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-wild-weekend.html' title='One WiLd weekend'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SQUMa32MCyI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hikGIQlmguE/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-6927062244151046151</id><published>2008-10-21T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:07:34.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Called to Serve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SP57T_2_H2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/GwOR3arPdPs/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259776998305111906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SP57T_2_H2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/GwOR3arPdPs/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my very best friends from high school, Tyler Shaw has been called to serve in the Albuquerque, New Mexico mission and he leaves for the MTC tomorrow. While I am deeply saddened by his soon-to-be absence, I am also very excited for him and the people that he will be working with. Tyler has worked extra hard to be able to serve his mission and this is just his pay off. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you Tyler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and you'll be in my prayers always! p.s. You had better write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259773979361271698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SP54kRar35I/AAAAAAAAANg/qp9YcDsBBNQ/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tre, Me, Nuthaniel, Tyler, Teddy, Jessica and Allee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to a Haunted House as our last outing before Ty left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259774785379647250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SP55TMEcPxI/AAAAAAAAANo/TNd3B24D3Cc/s320/092.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Tyler being his weird self- we were looking for him and found him in Nut's tub. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259775146746188562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SP55oOQ8ExI/AAAAAAAAANw/_pBVZFvWQKo/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Nut, Me, Trevor, Allee and Tyler&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259775592216922146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SP56CJxcCCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kT08wRyVbkY/s320/103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tyler wanted to leap over me and Allee, I don't know why but the boys loved it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259776498551864226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SP5626Ihu6I/AAAAAAAAAOA/1Qen9zwxfF8/s320/175.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Apparently, Tyler likes to hide/dwell in weird places&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-6927062244151046151?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6927062244151046151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=6927062244151046151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6927062244151046151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6927062244151046151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/10/called-to-serve.html' title='Called to Serve'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SP57T_2_H2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/GwOR3arPdPs/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-7455803124891910600</id><published>2008-10-11T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:58:47.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Time Has Flown...</title><content type='html'>Some of you may have noticed that I haven't written a single thing on this pathetic blog since the first day of school. Well, this is because I haven't had one spare moment to do so (dang that chemistry class!) However, a lot of stuff has been going on and since it is officially fall break (!) I can sit down and catch up on the events that have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPF7bz_J2YI/AAAAAAAAALg/GgpjxMj7JYw/s1600-h/IMG_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256117957859858818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPF7bz_J2YI/AAAAAAAAALg/GgpjxMj7JYw/s320/IMG_1348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weekends ago Brent and a few of his friends (Jake, Lynn, Jesse, Lauren and Liz) all drove down to Las Vegas just to get away. We were all surprised at this, because for Brent's whole life he couldn't sit in the car for over an hour without going insane, but he made it, and they had a good time. While they were there they swam a lot, because the house they rented had a pool and a lazy river and they also went and saw the body exhibition. Brent said that he had a good time, but next time he's going to fly on Jetblue and have his friends pick him up at the airport :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256127353514350898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPGD-thv2TI/AAAAAAAAALw/lV_7gW38Yks/s400/IMG_1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPuy0ggkCgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FDasUE2kEuo/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258993605034641922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPuy0ggkCgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FDasUE2kEuo/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year at school, I am still doing UPC but am now on the Crimson Nights board. If you don't know what that is, it is a group that does large-scale programming for events on campus. We plan 3 huge parties per semester intended for groups between 7-10 thousand people. Brent and his friends usually come up and hang out with me, but he was in Vegas this time. Although it was a long day, I still had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPuzomc9QxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tVwMXWTX6-0/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258994499983328018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPuzomc9QxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/tVwMXWTX6-0/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one o'clock in the morning we all decided that we needed a shoulder rub. So we started a massage train. This is some kid idk, Heather, Kyle, Me, Steven and Erica. (Mom said, "Who's the short guy?" and I said, "You mean the guy on his knees?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPu1LurDaJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gfBlmA502pM/s1600-h/IMG_2730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258996202996983954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPu1LurDaJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gfBlmA502pM/s400/IMG_2730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LB, Kim, Me, Shaun, Tre and Jace.&lt;br /&gt;-All the guys from the Bball team-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a huge fan of the television show So You Think You Can Dance but I never knew how much I loved it until me and my high school friends went and saw them in tour. Morgan had gotten us a suite for half price and we had such a great time! We've decided to splurge next year and get front row spots, because we know someone who can reserve them for us. I am so in love with Twitch! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPv8rPW6jaI/AAAAAAAAANA/YFNkCBFaRoE/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259074809672404386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPv8rPW6jaI/AAAAAAAAANA/YFNkCBFaRoE/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole crew in the elevator (left) Kenzie, Me, Joyce and Al in our $60 (!) hoodies we bought doing the IV REAL sign the dancers always did this season (below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259075298358337762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPv9Hr2uIOI/AAAAAAAAANI/OhdcUAILo2k/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly last week, my younger cousin Ally was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis. It is a disease that is genetic and runs in our family; my other cousin Simon also has it. As of yet, there is no cure for this disease, but a lot of work is being done in the search for it. Mom and I went up to visit her and she is such a cute girl. She is so smart and aware of everything around her. She is in our prayers. We love you, Ally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130403997632050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPGGwRdoxjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/EsAGXn1TnGc/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Olivia, Me and Ally at Eric's wedding 08.02.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPv7ptvnT0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/jNgH48knN5U/s1600-h/bran"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259073683957698370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPv7ptvnT0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/jNgH48knN5U/s320/bran" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 9th was Brandon's 27th (holy cow!) birthday. The family got together to celebrate on Friday, and I heard it was a good time. Sad! I had to HEAR about it, but this is the busiest season at my job, and I had work until 1030. When I got home me, Mom and Brandon played &lt;em&gt;Scene It &lt;/em&gt;on the xBox a couple of times. Happy Birthday Brovver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPvHStypoeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5LKduHSxkhU/s1600-h/IMG_2608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259016114228797922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPvHStypoeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5LKduHSxkhU/s320/IMG_2608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!! October 12th was Tre's birthday. I don't know where time went, but he is 20 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Teneil's son, Jayce, was baptized this month and he wanted me to go because I am his "girlfrien&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPvIRWfO9II/AAAAAAAAAMo/Pzy7jo5AYA4/s1600-h/IMG_2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259017190305100930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPvIRWfO9II/AAAAAAAAAMo/Pzy7jo5AYA4/s320/IMG_2598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d". I was so happy to see him making good decisions and deciding, all on his own, to be baptized a member of the church. Teneil has THE cutest kids, and since I have no nieces or neph&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPvIznjxz8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/BycHhbZugqE/s1600-h/IMG_2602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259017779003117506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPvIznjxz8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/BycHhbZugqE/s320/IMG_2602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ews- I'll adopt them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^ This is Me and Mehki. He is so handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Wyatt (Emily's son) &amp;amp; the man of the hour, Jayce (nice muscles) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post again before Christmas! :) Just Kidding (but seriously)&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/1099333034707773050-7455803124891910600?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7455803124891910600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=7455803124891910600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7455803124891910600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7455803124891910600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-time-has-flown.html' title='How Time Has Flown...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SPF7bz_J2YI/AAAAAAAAALg/GgpjxMj7JYw/s72-c/IMG_1348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-210856116914497874</id><published>2008-08-25T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:25:58.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was my first day of school, and it was a very interesting day. I went to my Chemistry lecture with about 400 other students and the teacher begins going over the syllabus. He begins reading his policy on conduct. It states that any student who acts rudely i.e. reading newspapers, cell phone ringing, come in late, etc. will be docked 2% on their final grade for each offense. Then he says "You may be thinking that there's no way I could remember the student who did such things, but I have a photographic memory and I have a picture roster of all my students." Then a minute later he says that he doesn't just talk, that he will ask questions. Right then he looks at me and says, "Rachel Sellers was is the density of water?" My mouth just dropped and he says, "Everyone, give her a minute she's a little shocked". It was nuts! Out of 400 students of course he would pick on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That being said, I decided that Summer is officially over, as sad as that may be. I wanted to give a recap of what an excellent Summer I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tre and I went to visit his family in California&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238584493105605730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLMw111t7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/f1C0HkPej6w/s320/083.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, the King and I on the way to Viva Las Vegas! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238585367873087586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLMxowmiaGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-86d0ScEjyg/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Elysha at Hogle Zoo- I hadn't been there since Kindergarten&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238586042492991810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLMyQBwdOUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7KID6z5Mk2w/s320/279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, Grandpa, Dad, Mom, Brent and I went and surprised Uncle Steve on his 70th Birthday in Pasadena, California&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Steve and Aunt Arlene with his Alma Mater: USC's band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238586967210167634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLMzF2mNjVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/avqko3r0D_g/s320/120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me- Lassoin' Grandpa in for a dance &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238587661556508674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLMzuRPR6AI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HMD7vyWJ_0I/s400/147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me + Brent = 2 cool 4 school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238588545568654834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLM0hucMxfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FuJ92HEgn6E/s320/160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad and Mom- slow dancing &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238598717793698242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLM9x07pAcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HoTSj3vdSYI/s320/152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We all went boating with Mary, Randy + Kids for the 4th of July&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238589408077686306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLM1T7iYJiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/INjlfYoOfDs/s320/IMG_1485.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 3 days in Park City with 6 of my best friends &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238599861228103938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLM-0YjpaQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ZNQu0rkyskI/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I got to see a lot of old friends at Jessica's baby shower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238590097634605794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLM18EVjuuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6FCSDrXknr8/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and all my friends got season passes to Raging Waters&lt;br /&gt;and spent a lot of time there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238590869254294066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLM2o-2ByjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7jp7pnCx-0g/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We got to wear casual clothes to work for 3 weeks for Beach Party 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238591876593172978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLM3jneVQfI/AAAAAAAAAKI/U3gRX2gQUdc/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a huge water balloon fight at our company picnic- Teneil even (attempted) to throw a bucket of water on the owner, Joe. He got her back 10-fold&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238592371756809890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLM4AcGivqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/g_BxCIsqy38/s400/118.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;For the company picnic, there was a pie-baking contest. I decided to make this prize winning pie. The ingredients included: berries, watermelon, sunflower seeds, ginger, 1 tortilla, frozen corn, animal crackers, jalapeno mustard, grapes, whip cream, mandarin oranges and almonds. (if you want the exact recipe-just email me) :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238592958546531794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLM4imEHVdI/AAAAAAAAAKY/EmpGZ-a5BlM/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I got to spend time with my cousins, whom I don't get to see very often at Uncle Eric's wedding reception&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238594075405725170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLM5jmsGLfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/G4sxdXdc_Hg/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lastly, Mom and Me went to San Diego for the day for a trip to the beach before it was time to get back to the grind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238594587403824786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLM6BaB9LpI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FPWhs8eriIY/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's been fun, but it is time to get back to work, study hard and get good grades. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-210856116914497874?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/210856116914497874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=210856116914497874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/210856116914497874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/210856116914497874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-summer-recap.html' title='End of Summer Recap'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLMw111t7GI/AAAAAAAAAJA/f1C0HkPej6w/s72-c/083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-3674403583358951713</id><published>2008-08-25T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:45:48.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary, Brandon &amp; Kristin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLLTS6u-1rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/syl68to5rJE/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238481638542726834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLLTS6u-1rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/syl68to5rJE/s400/094.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/1099333034707773050-3674403583358951713?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/3674403583358951713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=3674403583358951713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3674403583358951713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/3674403583358951713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-anniversary-brandon-kristin.html' title='Happy Anniversary, Brandon &amp; Kristin!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLLTS6u-1rI/AAAAAAAAAI4/syl68to5rJE/s72-c/094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-8027959923763257500</id><published>2008-08-22T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T17:35:42.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Brenter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLH-OOm64LI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5dyhlR2eEfk/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238247362001559730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLH-OOm64LI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5dyhlR2eEfk/s400/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because Tyler works the graveyard shift we have to postpone birthday celebrations until the weekend when the whole family can be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent's turned 22 on Wednesday and we celebrated by going to watch Brandon and Brent's rec basketball game-which turned out to be pretty crazy. They were losing by twenty with a minute left and then Brent yelled "Dunk it Jason" and so Jason did. Well apparently that is against the rules so Brent stood up and said "OH! It's illegal to dunk a basketball in a basketball game?!" and the fat lady score keeper turns the scoreboard off and said "This game is over" and when Brent asked why she said "Because you aren't going to talk to me like that". Then Brent continued to "talk to her like that" so she said that he was forever banned from the rec center. Well being as competitive and defensive as we are about our family, Dad, Brandon, Mom and I were all yelling (well... maybe not Dad) and this little asian guy comes over and is telling Brandon that he can't even take his shoes off and that he needs to get out NOW then Dolan (a 6'10'', 300 lbs guy) goes to the little asian guy and says "Just let him take his shoes off" and as he's slowly backing away the asian says "You don't scare me, I don't care how big you are". The whole thing was a riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrated by playing Cranium, eating cake and opening gifts. We got some pretty good pictures from the game. See if you can figure out the answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Question 1. Clue: Place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237580259835929778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SK-ffxYeZLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sioTp7FJx4Q/s320/116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Question 2. Clue: An Expression &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237579048915421762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SK-eZSWhykI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hC4T-gDgxCY/s320/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Question 3: Brandon and Tyler were on a team and couldn't stop crying after&lt;br /&gt;they got this question wrong. See how you do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Which one of these astrological signs is &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;a water sign:&lt;br /&gt;a. Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;b. Cancer&lt;br /&gt;c. Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;d. Pisces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9u0oMr5EYE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9u0oMr5EYE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;1) Old Faithful&lt;br /&gt;2) A bull in a china shop&lt;br /&gt;3) C. Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;(you would think that one would definitly be a water sign)&lt;br /&gt;4) A bug zapper &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brent showing off his seaons of &lt;em&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/em&gt;... and his muscles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238158075012852370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLGtBCp8KpI/AAAAAAAAAIg/foCTsiu7G4A/s320/IMG_2536.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He had to make sure that NO cake went to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238245936468338274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLH87QFUJmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7Dq0apaUYBw/s320/IMG_2568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1099333034707773050-8027959923763257500?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8027959923763257500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=8027959923763257500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8027959923763257500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8027959923763257500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-brenter.html' title='Happy Birthday, Brenter!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SLH-OOm64LI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5dyhlR2eEfk/s72-c/091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-7938903534779948555</id><published>2008-08-22T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:36:32.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..Last Summer Vacation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SK9cGqFh_iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1r4MPpGaQyw/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237506161101635106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="253" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SK9cGqFh_iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1r4MPpGaQyw/s400/021.JPG" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been whining to go to the beach since the beginning of the Summer, but both times I went to California, it wasn't possible. So Mom and I decided to get work off on Thursday and go down to San Diego. We left Utah around 10:30 and arrived in San Diego around noon. We had originally decided to take a cab to Sunset Beach, but when we saw it was over $2.60 per mile, plans quickly changed. We talked to the people at the information desk inside the airport and they told us to take a 5 minute bus to the ferry, take a 15 minute ferry ride then we could either take a shuttle or walk to the beach. We decided to walk and spent a lot of time looking at cool plants and house prices. We both had thought that it would be just a couple blocks to the beach but it was more like three miles! But when we got there- it was totally worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were wading out in the water, one wave came in and some how Mom got charlie horses in both calves. She sat down and couldn't get up. I yelled "Mom you better get up!" while yanking on her arm. She told me she couldn't so i said "Okay you better shut your mouth and plug your nose." At that moment, a wave came and knocked her on her back and she got a mouth full of salty, gold-flecky water. I couldn 't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time and the entire trip (including airport parking) cost us exactly $30. It makes you wonder, "Why the heck don't we do this more often?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are TOO Gangster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237520750380323554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SK9pX3YoEuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GCwHRwGqIoI/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the Ferry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237506970252223970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SK9c1waEJeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2eaupFkondE/s400/024.JPG" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited because Mom brought Scotch Kisses from See's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237507540090373138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SK9dW7OERBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/a5YQLQM5MII/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this cool flower! We took this picture for Grandpa Steve. It looks like the flower at the beginning of movies for THX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237508373070221858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SK9eHaT8EiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9dEki3gRcfg/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also found a house for you- Brandon &amp;amp; Kristin. Great Location! Plus the Price has been lowered; check it out!! (You'll probably have to double click it to enlarge)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a353/rachelpauline/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237509758990895362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SK9fYFRLSQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/SxXm6bneWa4/s400/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237510224008313410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SK9fzJl9-kI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SwJUa0F2tVA/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At the end of the day I was as tired as this little girl&lt;br /&gt;getting dragged by her mom at the airport.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237510876786261746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SK9gZJYW_vI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fl-DPwd5LIs/s320/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237511231902280914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SK9gt0SnbNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cgTB7D10qb0/s400/q22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-7938903534779948555?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7938903534779948555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=7938903534779948555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7938903534779948555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7938903534779948555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-summer-vacation.html' title='..Last Summer Vacation..'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SK9cGqFh_iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1r4MPpGaQyw/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-6829508510403062973</id><published>2008-08-17T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:22:23.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Was Years Ago, The Celebration Continues To This Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235529248921514178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SKhWHOUicMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/clnHeEyuU2E/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Yesterday was Mom and Dad's 28th Wedding Anniversary! In a world such as it is today, where people get divorced over who ate the last pizza pocket, that is quite a feat. I know things haven't always been easy for them, but they fought through it together and came out on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a very privileged daughter, I just want to express my gratitude for all that they've done to give my brothers and I everything we always wanted. We've never had to go without and it is because my parents have always strived to be the best parents possible. And I can say, maybe with a little bias, that they have succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is the most important thing in this world, and I am so happy that mine is so close. The best times we have, is when we're all together. This is because we are not only family, but also best friends. They are the first people I come to when I have any problem; the only people I can rely on 100% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235535674081047602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SKhb9N58dDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kQBEfEMM8IU/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful that I was raised in the Gospel so that from the time i could talk, I could understand that I never had to face any trials alone. I know that being raised LDS is easier than not being. People outside the Church may think the opposite because of all of our "rules" but I have learned that those rules are there to create happiness, not to stand in the way of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I tell someone how long my parents have been married or how young they were when they wed, people are always surprised that they are still married today, or that they got married because they wanted to, not because they "had to". That's because it's just unheard of these days, which once again, makes me proud to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone always says this, but I truly have the best parents in the world, at least for me and my brothers and sisters-in-law. I am proud of them on this day for their great example to me of what marriage should be like. I love you Mom and Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-6829508510403062973?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6829508510403062973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=6829508510403062973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6829508510403062973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6829508510403062973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding-was-years-ago-celebration.html' title='The Wedding Was Years Ago, The Celebration Continues To This Day'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SKhWHOUicMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/clnHeEyuU2E/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-1392989313920837622</id><published>2008-08-10T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:11:15.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Families are like Fudge-Mostly Sweet with a Few Nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SKBxMHs_CNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uJNp2E-yp-M/s1600-h/onefamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233307220044613842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SKBxMHs_CNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uJNp2E-yp-M/s400/onefamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I felt the need to write today because earlier I had been scanning pictures of Molly for the memorial video Kristin is making for Friday's funeral, and I have been upset for the rest of the night. I have been trying to write in a journal every day, but since Friday have not been able to bring myself to do it, because then it would be real. No one wants it to be real. But tragedy did strike and we all lost someone very dear to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our two families-the Robbins' and Sellers'- have always been like 1 big family. No matter how much time passes without seeing each other, the feelings are still there. Which is why their family's tragedy has effected us so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in such a wicked world, it was apparent that Molly was a righteous woman. You can see it in the five children that she raised (pretty much single-handedly). She has lead them by example and turned them into the wonderful people they are today. I know I speak on behalf of my family, my ward and my neighborhood when I say that we are all &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; to know them and to have known her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly was a wonderful mother and person. She was kind to all those she met and loved all that she knew, and in return she is loved by many. She was sent to this earth to touch many lives and it evident that she has done so by how many people are in mourning over her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly's future may have been violently taken away from her, but no one can take away all the yesterdays and all the memories. As long as there is love for her in our hearts, she is never too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson that we can all take away from this is that death often comes as an intruder; a surprise. We never know when a loved one will be lost. Knowing this, we need to fight less and love more. Don't waste energy on pointless arguments-savor the moments we have together, and then when death must come there will be no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There is the ever-present expectancy of death, but in reality there is no&lt;br /&gt;death—no permanent parting. Death is not the end."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     -Ezra Taft Benson&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    August Ensign 1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An account has been set up in Molly's name at Cyprus Credit Union to help her children pay for funeral expenses.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&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;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-1392989313920837622?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1392989313920837622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=1392989313920837622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1392989313920837622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1392989313920837622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/08/families-are-like-fudge-mostly-sweet.html' title='Families are like Fudge-Mostly Sweet with a Few Nuts'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SKBxMHs_CNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uJNp2E-yp-M/s72-c/onefamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-8424884926967925694</id><published>2008-07-26T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:37:55.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Shmo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIvrF53NL0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/uBPgsGGl82U/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227530279157837634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIvrF53NL0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/uBPgsGGl82U/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-8424884926967925694?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/8424884926967925694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=8424884926967925694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8424884926967925694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/8424884926967925694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-shmo.html' title='Happy Birthday Shmo!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIvrF53NL0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/uBPgsGGl82U/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-7511424520271948922</id><published>2008-07-26T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:25:18.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pioneer Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIvqUHoVwII/AAAAAAAAAE8/0vCVCtbl2bs/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227529423860121730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIvqUHoVwII/AAAAAAAAAE8/0vCVCtbl2bs/s320/011.JPG" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being the non-traditional family we are, we didn't go to the parade or to the rodeo or any fairs. Instead we bought tickets to the iMax theatre to see the new Batman movie. It was amazing; we all loved it-especially on that huge screen. Then after the movie we all headed over to Crown Burger to eat. Later that night, Tré and I got on the roof to watch some fireworks. I have to say, for someone who loves fireworks-i was disappointed. It wasn't as good as being there. As always, it was fun being with family! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227524868233752450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIvmK8mX74I/AAAAAAAAAEc/ce0iWXes3_Q/s320/014.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brandon, Kristin, Hilary and Brent.&lt;br /&gt;Brent is making the Bat signal with his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227525775307412290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIvm_vtlk0I/AAAAAAAAAEk/TrmFiV85eEY/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brandon, who decided mixing the Salt &amp;amp; Pepper&lt;br /&gt;at Crown Burger, was a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227527603506174962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIvoqKSI2_I/AAAAAAAAAEs/dztaV3TdsbQ/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On the Roof&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227528620244393666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIvplV7a3sI/AAAAAAAAAE0/a7HNzikbV9k/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-7511424520271948922?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7511424520271948922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=7511424520271948922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7511424520271948922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7511424520271948922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-pioneer-day.html' title='Happy Pioneer Day!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIvqUHoVwII/AAAAAAAAAE8/0vCVCtbl2bs/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-6913168465256662676</id><published>2008-07-18T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:19:43.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..Ouch! Charlie that REALLY hurt..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIGBSq4xDOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pP-4sh7qang/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224599200476499170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIGBSq4xDOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pP-4sh7qang/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have six best friends from dancing in high school: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Allee, Jessica, Madi, Morgan, Joyce and Kenzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Well since Morgan and Madi are going away for college in August, I decided that we needed to do something big this summer. We all rented a new townhome in Park City, Utah for three days. Although it was expensive, it was something that I'll never forget! We had the best time reminiscing, dancing and just being friends. Our house was beautiful; it had huge plasma screen TVs in every room, three levels and California king-sized beds for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night there we unloaded our bags and went down to main street and went to Mainstreet Pizza and Noodle we ordered two pizzas and after we were done eating our pizza and sat there for twenty-five more minutes- Jessica, Joyce and Morg still had not recieved their CHEESE pizza. It's a cheese pizza; you just put cheese and sauce on dough, what could possibly be taking so long?? So as impatient as we were, we gradually kept stacking things to put our number on so the workers would see that we still hadn't been served-our efforts went unnoticed. So finally after they'd been served (45 minutes after we had walked in) the manager gave their money back. Then that night, we went home and played &lt;strong&gt;Rockband &lt;/strong&gt;(sans Madi-see video), hot-tubbed and then talked until 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day two- we woke up at noon and got ready and went to lunch and shopping at the outlet mall. 6 hours later we returned home with Coldstone ice cream for dinner and watched our favorite show: So You Think You Can Dance. After we wanted to watch a scary movie, but couldn't because Jessica is a baby. So as we were watching some other movie Jessica had to go the bathroom. So i decided we should all scatter and hide in this huge house before she came back, but only Madi, Kenzie and I thought it was a good idea so we squeezed underneath my bed. About and hour (literally) later Allee came upstairs to grab something and Kenzie started laughing and I said "Kenzie, we DID NOT spend an hour under here just for you to blow it". So Allee promised she'd keep quiet, which is not something she is good at, so I knew we had to move, Kenzie and Madi had a great idea-to hide in the linen closet. we stuffed ourselves in those tiny shelves for twenty minutes, until Allee found us (because Jessica was pouting in her bed because she didn't want to get scared).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day 3- we had to be cleaned up and out by 10am so we got up and left and went down to ride the Alpine Slide and Alpine Coaster. The Alpine Slide was fun, but nothing compared to the Alpine Coaster. We went and made friends with the guys running it and they let us go a second time ($20 each value)! We were sad to leave, but decided we would do it every summer, no matter how far away school and other activities take us away from each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The view from our deck *beautiful*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224584944778995074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIF0U4Rn5YI/AAAAAAAAADE/TRTCS7KHiVY/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224579984365730098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIFv0JS8OTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/f2-BuVg7BTs/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our sky-high tower trying to catch our server's attention&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224582904709478786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIFyeIbJeYI/AAAAAAAAACs/JRC9amn29b4/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Happy with pizza...and money &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224583359649168178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIFy4nNOOzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/siq-g5SKfTA/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224583952130946018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIFzbGX4s-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/IH1nL7giRqc/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay close attention to Madi dancing (she smacks her head on her own knee) she had such a headache afterwards, that she didn't want to do anything else.&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/meUFBd4CFG4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/meUFBd4CFG4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224590194171725426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIF5GbyYRnI/AAAAAAAAADU/KHj7zTJJOtU/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madi, Me and Kenzie waiting to scare someone under the bed &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224590722348878242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIF5lLZoCaI/AAAAAAAAADc/umR0x58N4J0/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should've stayed underneath the bed..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224591160158404866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIF5-qXjQQI/AAAAAAAAADk/HASHXfIw_Fo/s320/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and Madi before the Alpine Coaster&lt;br /&gt;(with our friend who let us ride twice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224594101951732754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIF8p5ZvHBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SUFmLRFJGFo/s320/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought best friend rings that say "dare",&lt;br /&gt;"double dare" or "triple dare"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224592625843168898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIF7T-eB5oI/AAAAAAAAADs/fwdtZ81vJpo/s320/summer+08+241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224593063843453538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIF7teJb2mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZT1NjrrcZ5I/s320/summer+08+281.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224598247321672002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIGAbMG8mUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1DcY2Frllu0/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/1099333034707773050-6913168465256662676?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/6913168465256662676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=6913168465256662676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6913168465256662676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/6913168465256662676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/07/ouch-charlie-that-really-hurt.html' title='..Ouch! Charlie that REALLY hurt..'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SIGBSq4xDOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pP-4sh7qang/s72-c/081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-1407067231918343815</id><published>2008-07-17T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:19:32.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Eric and Jen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SH_Q-5HB6zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kji3ojkQJNE/s1600-h/IMG_1894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224123871673838386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SH_Q-5HB6zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kji3ojkQJNE/s320/IMG_1894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle Eric&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jennifer&lt;/strong&gt; got married on July 3rd and we (Grandpa, Mom and I) met them at the court house for their small ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious when the judge, who was named Antigone, walked in and she looked younger than I did. But getting back to the posting-after the ceremony we went and had dinner at Pei Wei. It was just a laid-back (kind of like the couple) wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa was worried about &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SH_QoD4eGXI/AAAAAAAAABs/bP3X7rn-Fsc/s1600-h/rat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;being under-dressed because he was coming straight from work, but I think he felt better once he saw Eric in shorts and sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see them start their lives together and to welcome Jennifer into our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-1407067231918343815?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1407067231918343815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=1407067231918343815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1407067231918343815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1407067231918343815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/07/congratulations-eric-and-jen.html' title='Congratulations Eric and Jen!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SH_Q-5HB6zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kji3ojkQJNE/s72-c/IMG_1894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-7721351954354924615</id><published>2008-07-06T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:30:48.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy! Quite the Weekend.</title><content type='html'>This was the best 4th of July weekend that I can ever remember. It all st&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SHGyUP21ecI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cpOA6qSw7sA/s1600-h/IMG_1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220149504022772162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="296" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SHGyUP21ecI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cpOA6qSw7sA/s320/IMG_1907.JPG" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arted with the Magna Parade on Friday. I ran for Miss Magna last June and won 1st Attendant and for some reason they decided not to have the pageant again until August (don't ask?) so they asked if we would do the parade again this year. That's a picture of Me and Ash-a good friend from drill team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after the parade, we drove to Utah Lake to meet Uncle Randy, Aunt Mary and our fabulous cousins. Uncle owns &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SHGttl9UlGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/F6TcgtAcs3o/s1600-h/raeniktube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220144441894147170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="177" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SHGttl9UlGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/F6TcgtAcs3o/s320/raeniktube.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;S.S. Marine so he gets to take the boats out and we loved tagging along! We got there at two and left at eight (I thought it was like four when we got done-I guess time really DOES fly when you're having fun). I fell in love with tubing when Steven took me and Nikki out for a "ride" -more like a beating:). Then Erica and I went out with Uncle driving, wow! that was insane. (I need the video Becca) Then we were treated to dinner at my new might-be favorite restaurant: the Cheesecake Factory. It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SHGwHYCBFMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mgWItR1NFvU/s1600-h/IMG_1989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220147083855598786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SHGwHYCBFMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mgWItR1NFvU/s320/IMG_1989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SHG3rTjPfoI/AAAAAAAAABc/gPHLh1DnNZo/s1600-h/ricrae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220155397709463170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SHG3rTjPfoI/AAAAAAAAABc/gPHLh1DnNZo/s200/ricrae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220149952751802706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 443px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="306" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SHGyuXgLGVI/AAAAAAAAABE/f5jr8Gp6c-I/s400/IMG_1995.JPG" width="400" border="0" /&gt;We also spent all of Saturday together-we could never get sick of them! We really need to see each other more often; those two days just flew. Thanks guys for all the fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-7721351954354924615?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/7721351954354924615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=7721351954354924615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7721351954354924615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/7721351954354924615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/07/boy-quite-weekend.html' title='Boy! Quite the Weekend.'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SHGyUP21ecI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cpOA6qSw7sA/s72-c/IMG_1907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099333034707773050.post-1799276641124187127</id><published>2008-07-06T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:32:24.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!</title><content type='html'>So instead of relying on seeing our (Mom, Dad, Brent and Me) pictures on others' blogs, we decided to start our own and show you what we've been up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099333034707773050-1799276641124187127?l=topsellerslist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/feeds/1799276641124187127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099333034707773050&amp;postID=1799276641124187127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1799276641124187127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099333034707773050/posts/default/1799276641124187127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://topsellerslist.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you-cant-beat-em-join-em.html' title='If you can&apos;t beat &apos;em, join &apos;em!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754264351843276163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6dEfQ2VRC2k/SoWzslfWrpI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l_bPD2lOYhA/S220/5171_93434058742_617708742_1974746_436123_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
