<?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-5310352919403684568</id><updated>2012-02-02T18:45:26.188-08:00</updated><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMeOigoP3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mnAmSBq4LG0/s320/HPIM1976.JPG'/><title type='text'>As my world turns</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-8390885937667246249</id><published>2010-06-29T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:17:21.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Moved!</title><content type='html'>As my wold turns has been great to me for over two years... but it's time for bigger and better things.  I now have my own domain name and more classy looking blog!  So be sure to stop on by  &lt;a href="http://www.iambex.com"&gt;iambex.com&lt;/a&gt; and check out my new digs.  This blog will be centered around social media, movies, and of course my biggest passion The Beatles (just for fun).  I hope to see all of you at my new home.  Thanks for coming along with me on my journey.  (Now I want to listen to Don't Stop Believing.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-8390885937667246249?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8390885937667246249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=8390885937667246249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8390885937667246249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8390885937667246249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve Moved!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1590712543478737150</id><published>2010-05-26T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:02:40.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Reflection: A Year and a Half Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A year and a half ago I wrote a post of a list of 100 different things about me.  Random tidbits about my personality, likes, dislikes, thoughts, feelings etc...  I recently reread this list and while a majority of them are still the same.  There are some that I would change now.  Call it a self experiment.  I copied and pasted the list from my post titled Self Reflection from December of 2008.  For the things that I have changed I put a strike through and also edited with some thoughts.  I also added in some more comments to the rest with my 2010 views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue is my favorite color&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will admit that I have a nice  smile... my mom paid good money for it to get that way too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I  have no regrets in life... yes I've made mistakes but I do not regret  any of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a horrible speller.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are some  commercials that have brought tears to my eyes.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am very  sensitive but I have gotten much better in the last couple of years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I  can't believe it's going on &lt;s&gt;7 &lt;/s&gt;8 years that I have been out of high  school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only time I have ever colored my hair was when I was  14 and I thought it would be a good idea to dye it fire engine red.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I  like to make people happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ive been told that I have a huge  heart and sometimes I care too much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my family so much  sometimes that it hurts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Autumn is my favorite season.   Especially in the Midwest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I could have any car in the world  it would be a 69 Mustang and of course it would be blue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a  really deep passion for film making and one day my biggest dreams will  come true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Humor is really important to me in a relationship.  &lt;i&gt;D cracks me up daily!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I  am a really fun drunk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a bachelors degree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My  radio voice is different then my regular voice &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is  something about strapping a guitar around a guy that makes them  extremely hot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back to the Future has to be hands down one of  the best movies ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will admit that I am a film snob.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I  am deathly afraid of needles, snakes, and heights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would be  happy living in a box if I had only a camera.  &lt;i&gt;especially a Cannon 7D!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I wish  I would get a letter saying that I was really a witch and that I would  be attending Hogwarts.  My letter just got lost in the mail for 12  years.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beatles are the best band that has ever lived.  And  no one could convince me otherwise.  I will not listen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;I am  pro choice.&lt;/s&gt;   &lt;i&gt;I'm actually not sure anymore.  I'm drawn both ways.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I think that I was born way to late.  I  should have been born in like 1950.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think British accents are  SO hot!   &lt;i&gt;but the British teeth are not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to sneeze.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My niece is the cutest thing  ever to grace the Earth and no I am not partial at all!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I  recently discovered my old diary from middle school and high school...  lets just say it was an interesting read.   &lt;i&gt;so are my old blogs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother is a  freaking rocket scientist... yes a real one!  How did he get so smart.   To me his is still stupidhead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I wish I was 5 again.   That was a good age.  No real worries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like that I am a  Gemini... Geminis totally rock!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite place to be is in my  bed.   &lt;i&gt;or couch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom's house still looks exactly the same as it did 10  years ago... and I really have no problem with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No  matter how long that I have been away from there to me it is still home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I  have always been pretty independent but right now I am the most  independent that I have ever been.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first thought in the  morning when I wake up is, coffee... I need coffee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It really  seems that everyone I know is getting married.  Is this a sign that I am  getting old?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;I have realized recently that I only have truly  LOVED two men in my life.&lt;/s&gt;   &lt;i&gt;Make that 3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was in school I thought  that I would never be done.  Now that I am done I want to go back.   &lt;i&gt;and now more than ever. Anyone have $25,000 they want to give to me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;I  have come to the conclusion that having a college degree is totally  overrated.&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I was just frustrated that I couldn't find a job. Now that I have one I do not this it is one bit overrated.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I could have known my Grandparents better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My  one surviving Grandfather is &lt;s&gt;91&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;92&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a Great Uncle who was  killed at Pearl Harbor.  He was only 18.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween is one of my  favorite holidays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was little my Dad used to sing me to  sleep.  Those are some of my happiest memories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes when  I'm laying in bed going to sleep I create stories in my head but for  some reason they look a lot like movies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I am a  minimalist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sometimes I wish I had a pet then I realize that I  am not responsible enough yet for that.&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I LOVE having a pet! Chloe can be a lot of work but I am so glad to have her. I'm definitely responsible enough for one now. Look at me... I'm a big girl!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was little my  friends used to call me mom because I always was trying to take care of  everyone and make sure that they were ok.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a lot of  cousins but I never get to see them.  &lt;i&gt;I get to see some of them this summer when we go to Cali.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I relate times in my life  to certain songs or albums.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I always have a song in my  head even when I am sleeping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;I wonder sometimes if I will ever  get married.&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I definitely see it in my future now. :-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to eventually someday.  &lt;i&gt;:-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents  made me who I am to today, and I am proud of that.  I can only hope I  can be half as good as them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask me anything about Seinfeld and I  can tell you the correct answer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cant believe that I moved  1000 miles away from home for a stupid boy.  I wonder where I would be  now if I didn't move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2008 sucked... I really hope 2009 will be  better.  &lt;i&gt;The second half of 2009 was great!  2010 is looking pretty good so far.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was never so proud of myself as when I lost over 20  pounds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a severely indecisive person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a  friend in the Marines that is going to Afghanistan soon and I am really  afraid for him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;I fall easily for tall guys with cute smiles.&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I feel for a average height guy with a cute smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some  of the best people watching is at the airport.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Edward Cullen is  the epitome of the perfect man.&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I was kinda obsessed with the Twilight Series at the time.  Not so much anymore.  The stupid teeny bopper craze kinda knocked me out of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rather go out of my way then  make a difficult left turn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoking cigarettes is the most  disgusting habits ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;I should be making way more money than I  am now.&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I am making way more than I was.  Wish it was a bit more.  But what are you going to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't pay much for my very expensive education.  I  was REALLY lucky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;I wish I had a Mac book.&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;i&gt;SCORE!!  I got a Macbook Pro for work and I get to use it like was my own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My car is  very basic.  I am just happy it gets me where I need to be safely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I  miss dancing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE musicals.  &lt;i&gt;Thank God for Glee!  It soothes my need to watch musicals once a week.  I am a total Gleek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;I think I could  definitely make it in NYC.&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;i&gt;While I still probably could, I really have no desire to anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had some horrible friends when I  was in middle school.  &lt;i&gt;And now I am "friends" with them on Facebook.  Go figure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;I have never seen Goonies or Boondock  Saints... don't worry they are both on my Netflix queue.&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;i&gt;And I did.  Both very good movies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My  favorite Christmas tradition is going our for breakfast on Christmas Eve  with my Dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so proud of my Mom for everything she has  been through in her life.  She is a true survivor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am the  cheapest date in the world.  It doesn't take much to get me over the  edge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I text more than I talk on my phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It scares me  to think if I couldn't text anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex and the City is one of  the best shows ever!  &lt;i&gt;And also a very good movie and hopefully sequel.  Will find out this Friday!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books are an escape into a different world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;I  think about "the one who got away" at least once a day, if not more.&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Not so much these days.  I actually don't think of him as "the one that got away" anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I  was 0.1 away from graduating with honors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tried acting once  and actually I wasn't half bad.  &lt;i&gt;And now I'm trying my hand at becoming a Voice Over talent.  I have a coach and I'm working my way to producing my demo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Christmas lights and  fireworks.  They make me happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Dad's cooking is the best in  the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;I cuss like a sailor... I've tried to stop but it's  really hard.&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;i&gt;I'm much better now than I used to be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had a DSLR.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are people with money  more happy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to love Bert and Ernie.  They were so silly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping  and eating are my favorite past times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One time I actually  drove threw a rainbow... I am totally serious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;I have my baby  names already picked out.&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Well just a girl's name.  But I am open to suggestions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I play Guitar Hero I pretend like  I am a real rock star.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still sleep with a teddy bear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My  favorite book of all time is Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger.  &lt;i&gt;May he rest in peace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-1590712543478737150?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1590712543478737150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1590712543478737150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1590712543478737150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1590712543478737150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/05/self-reflection-year-and-half-later.html' title='Self Reflection: A Year and a Half Later'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-8310143893598408318</id><published>2010-05-25T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T13:33:43.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://rootsandrings.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rr10tuesday.jpg?w=125&amp;amp;h=125"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 125px; display: block; height: 125px;" alt="" src="http://rootsandrings.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rr10tuesday.jpg?w=125&amp;amp;h=125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your favorite piece of furniture  in your house?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my couch... it's like eleventy billion years old but it is SO comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  If it was raining so hard on a Saturday that you couldn’t leave your  house, what would you spend the day doing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up on TV... I have a bunch of shows to catch up on the DVR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What was your  favorite candy as a child?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skittles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Did  you get an allowance? What was it based on? What did you do with it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think I had like $20 every other week.  But I had to change the cat litter and take out the recyclables on trash day.  I really have no idea what I did with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you have a  favorite Etsy store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I agree with Faith, whenever I decide to go there I just get really overwhelmed by the craziness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you prefer time with  family or time with friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well none of my family lives where I am, or even close.  I wish they lived closer.  So whenever family is in town they usually take top priority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Looney Tunes, Tiny  Toons, or Animaniacs?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard choice!  Animaniacs were the best though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Best daytime  talk show: Oprah, Ellen, The Doctors, Tyra (ha!), Dr. Oz, or Dr. Phil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I never get the chance to watch any of those.  But if I had to say it would be Jerry Springer (why wasn't that on the list?) ;-) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just kidding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Would you rather have  the power of invisibility or the ability to fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to fly even though I'm scarred of heights.  That would definitely save money on air fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Name 1 thing you love about being an adult.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word... beer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-8310143893598408318?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8310143893598408318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=8310143893598408318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8310143893598408318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8310143893598408318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-on-tuesday.html' title='10 on Tuesday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-2775364703541358498</id><published>2010-05-13T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:27:26.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe</title><content type='html'>So, D and I had been talking for a while now about getting a friend for his current dog.  He's home alone a lot and thought that he would like some company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago Monday... I saw from a girl that I follow on twitter that she had 7... yes 7... puppies she was giving away for FREE!  With pictures.  We hadn't planned on getting a dog quite yet but after D and I both saw the pictures our minds were almost 100% made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S-xsjD3fEJI/AAAAAAAAAYo/nv_rxvS1rlE/s1600/puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S-xsjD3fEJI/AAAAAAAAAYo/nv_rxvS1rlE/s320/puppy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470866996937560210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously... who could resist that face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left to go look at the dogs, D says to me, "Now you know Becky that we can't take all of them home right?"  Gosh he knows me soooo well.  And wouldn't you know it, when it came time to choose a puppy I had to go eenie meenie miney moe because they were all equal in cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did... and chose this little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S-xtTg7uR5I/AAAAAAAAAYw/RJsgrLVxP4g/s1600/puppy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S-xtTg7uR5I/AAAAAAAAAYw/RJsgrLVxP4g/s320/puppy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470867829373683602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home we started suggesting names.  Of course my first instinct was Beatles songs... but neither Lucy, Michelle, Lady Madonna, or Prudence seemed right.  Later that night we were watching the show 24 and a name just poped into my head... "How about Chloe?"  D looked at me and said... "Yeah!  That's perfect."  And it stuck.  So Chloe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more pictures to make your heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S-xuMM_3JMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/a1MjEPNhALk/s1600/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S-xuMM_3JMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/a1MjEPNhALk/s320/IMG_0714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470868803274876098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S-xuMtAbwfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/94GHur0LsMM/s1600/IMG_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S-xuMtAbwfI/AAAAAAAAAZA/94GHur0LsMM/s320/IMG_0715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470868811867210226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is with Bam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S-xuNQ2cOMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hCWoJrcZQ0U/s1600/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S-xuNQ2cOMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/hCWoJrcZQ0U/s320/IMG_0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470868821488974018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S-xuNFXZxXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/GkHfy8N1wrE/s1600/IMG_0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S-xuNFXZxXI/AAAAAAAAAZI/GkHfy8N1wrE/s320/IMG_0720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470868818405999986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-2775364703541358498?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/2775364703541358498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=2775364703541358498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2775364703541358498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2775364703541358498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/05/chloe.html' title='Chloe'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S-xsjD3fEJI/AAAAAAAAAYo/nv_rxvS1rlE/s72-c/puppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-8336596665082485187</id><published>2010-05-04T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T11:36:35.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 125px; display: block; height: 125px;" alt="" src="http://rootsandrings.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rr10tuesday.jpg?w=125&amp;amp;h=125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you  prefer markers, crayons, or colored pencils?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would probably go with a nice sharpened pack of colored pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  As a child, how did your parents celebrate your birthday? (Parties,  cake, you pick the dinner, etc.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes all of those.  My parents were big on birthdays.  I always had a party with a pinata, cake, ice cream, the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. How do you feel  about leggings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only if they are worn with socks over them, white Keds shoes, and a big long sweater.  Oh and don't forget the Blossom hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.  How do you prefer to follow directions? With a map? Words? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like either step by step directions.  And street names.  I also like "take a left at the 3rd light"... that kind of thing.  That usually works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What do you eat for a snack?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately I have been eating string cheese, yogurt, peanuts or raisins.  Those kinds of things really tide me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.  Have you ever ordered anything from an infomercial or bought any As  Seen on TV products?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the Topsy Tail?  Anyone?  Anyone?  My mom bought me one of those when I was like 8.  It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What’s your  favorite thing about summer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming, BBQ's, popsicles, running in the sprinkler, walking barefoot... some of those may or may not be just good memories when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Do you have a tattoo? What and where is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no... I am deathly afraid of needles.  Although I have a pretty high pain tolerance, I still can not stand the sight of a needle.   Even if I wasn't I couldn't think of something I would want to put on my body for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Are you good at journaling?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really used to be when I was younger.  I would keep extensive diaries.  I still like to go back and read them from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What’s your favorite way to eat a  hamburger?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomato, mayo, ketchup, lettuce.... yummmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-8336596665082485187?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8336596665082485187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=8336596665082485187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8336596665082485187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8336596665082485187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/05/1.html' title='Ten on Tuesday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-6532191909182880408</id><published>2010-04-20T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:27:39.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oyster Bake '10 (An actual real post!)</title><content type='html'>Since I actually have stuff to write about... I thought I would take this opportunity to write about Oyster Bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year in San Antonio, where I reside, we have a city- wide celebration called Fiesta.  The third largest city celebration in Texas only behind The State Fair in Dallas and the ginormous Stock Show and Rodeo in Houston.  And 7th largest in the nation.  According to their &lt;a href="http://www.fiesta-sa.org/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;, "Fiesta is a party with a purpose.  Every event is produced by a non profit organization.  The funds they raise provide services to San Antonio citizens throughout  the year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of the biggest events of Fiesta is Oyster Bake; which all proceeds go towards scholarships.  It's basically food, beer, games, music, and rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, like last, I got to work a shift at one of the beer booths!  It was a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the new iphone backwards cam... self portraits are too hard on the 3GS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84aXnwG5hI/AAAAAAAAAXo/6mPdxF7_QCQ/s1600/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84aXnwG5hI/AAAAAAAAAXo/6mPdxF7_QCQ/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462332391157065234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had rained all week so we prepared ourselves with rain and work boots.  Mine had the twitter fail whale on them ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84aYz8bkvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/NFHQ5p9t5C8/s1600/IMG_0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84aYz8bkvI/AAAAAAAAAX4/NFHQ5p9t5C8/s320/IMG_0618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462332411609846514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84aYSoSYFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/hJBjlQhO-8s/s1600/IMG_0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84aYSoSYFI/AAAAAAAAAXw/hJBjlQhO-8s/s320/IMG_0619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462332402666987602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys hanging out at the "guy table"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84aZTSxADI/AAAAAAAAAYA/imirCxZ1Oac/s1600/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84aZTSxADI/AAAAAAAAAYA/imirCxZ1Oac/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462332420025024562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the best things at Oyster Bake... I think next year I'll venture for one with the sausage. *drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84bKSXQHOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-Tb_HKAAgmI/s1600/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84bKSXQHOI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-Tb_HKAAgmI/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462333261588995298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84bK__M-AI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5N4-FRhbQPY/s1600/IMG_0628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84bK__M-AI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/5N4-FRhbQPY/s320/IMG_0628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462333273836156930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84bL3blhvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rljjkzmS5QY/s1600/IMG_0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84bL3blhvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rljjkzmS5QY/s320/IMG_0632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462333288719156978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I did not ride this... full belly and spinny ride does not make for a happy Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84bLaxZzFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/s1-WPHUH1ds/s1600/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84bLaxZzFI/AAAAAAAAAYY/s1-WPHUH1ds/s320/IMG_0629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462333281026034770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-6532191909182880408?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6532191909182880408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=6532191909182880408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6532191909182880408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6532191909182880408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/04/oyster-bake-10-actual-real-post.html' title='Oyster Bake &apos;10 (An actual real post!)'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S84aXnwG5hI/AAAAAAAAAXo/6mPdxF7_QCQ/s72-c/IMG_0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-4393164577079559024</id><published>2010-04-20T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:09:57.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="item-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.   What two cities should be moved closer together?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I pick 4?  San Antonio, TX, White Rock, NM Chicago, IL, and Omaha, NE  So I could be near all of my family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What was the first plane ride  you took? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Grandmother passed away when I was in 5th grade to Chicago.  Not a fun trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What continent would you most like to visit? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Europe.  Definitely Europe.  I can't wait to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What’s your favorite place  to window-shop?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy jewelry stores where everything sparkles.  Oh and Ikea!  Although I always end up buy something there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What’s the least fun you’ve ever  had at a place specifically tailored for fun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably when I was in high school and we went to Worlds of Fun (amusement park in Kansas City) and I got sick on one of the rides.  SO not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.  You’re stuck on an island with plenty of  food, a companion, and a relatively stress-free lifestyle. What do you  say when the rescue ship comes? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU PLEASE TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED ON GLEE?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Which day of the week do you look  forward to most? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday... they are so relaxing and usually spent with the bf and good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What’s your  favorite place to enjoy the great outdoors? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere where I can see the stars at night clearly... like last Christmas when I visited my brother in New Mexico... they were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.  What’s on your “to do” list this summer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex and the City 2, my birthday, Corpus Christie, Hinchman Olympics, tubing, LA and Las Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Which natural disaster freaks you out the  most? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate tornadoes when I was a kid... since we lived in tornado alley but I think earthquakes would freak me out the most if I ever experienced one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32081056-5233185456521885959?l=theadventuresoffaith.blogspot.com" alt="" height="1" width="1" /&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/5310352919403684568-4393164577079559024?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4393164577079559024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=4393164577079559024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4393164577079559024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4393164577079559024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-on-tuesday_20.html' title='10 on Tuesday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-2559122637883600885</id><published>2010-04-13T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:01:50.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>This time it's the right day at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="entry-author-parent"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-author-name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="item-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://rootsandrings.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rr10tuesday.jpg?w=125&amp;amp;h=125"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 125px; display: block; height: 125px;" alt="" src="http://rootsandrings.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rr10tuesday.jpg?w=125&amp;amp;h=125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What book, movie or song has made you  want to travel to a particular place? (eg. I went to Prince Edward  Island because I was such a Anne of Green Gables fan)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I've always wanted to go to the Octopus's Garden and Before Sunset made me want to go to Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Aside from your significant other,  who would you want to take with you on a dream trip?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom...  in fact we are going to Europe next winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Where would  said dream trip be to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place that is always in pictures of the perfect beach... white sand, palm trees and turquoise blue water... not really sure where that would be though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If you were  hosting guests or providing tips, what three things would you show  visitors to your hometown? (be it where you live now or where you grew  up)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It I were to show them Omaha....&lt;br /&gt;The downtown area, Old Market&lt;br /&gt;The zoo... 2nd best in the country&lt;br /&gt;And of course the slides :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.  If you had a long weekend ahead of you, where would you head – beach, city or  country/mountains?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely the beach... take a drive to Corpus for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.  Do you have a passport? If so, did you get it for a particular trip or  just to have, in case?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope... I've never been out of the states... going to next year though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.  Are there any travel souvenirs you collect? If not, is there something  else you collect?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take lots and lots and lots and lots of pictures.... I also like to journal about my experiences while I'm on vacation.  It's something I have been doing since I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.  If you could name a paint colour, what colour would it be and what  would you call it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love deep cobalt blue so I would name it "Becky's Favorite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If you  were heading away for a weekend citybreak solo, where would you go?  (forget about practicality here and flight times, assume you can get to  any city in the world for the weekend)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYC... I've never been and would love to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.  Is there a song or a smell or something that you strongly associate  with a particular holiday/place/time, such that it always takes you  back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many smells... my grandparents basement I associate with summers as a kid, the way my parent's houses smell makes me feel safe, my grandmother's perfume, mountain laurels make me think of spring time, and this is weird but I love the smell of D's deodorant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And songs... well the list is also very long... "Take Good Care of My Baby" by Bobby Vee because my dad sang it to me growing up,  this song called "Red Red Robin" because my Mom would sing it to me to wake me up (still does when I go visit), "Smash" by The Offspring because it reminds me of Jr. High, "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park because it reminds me of sophomore year of HS, "Don't Stop" by the RHCP because it reminds me of freshman year in college... the list goes on and one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32081056-4086511776269452627?l=theadventuresoffaith.blogspot.com" alt="" height="1" width="1" /&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/5310352919403684568-2559122637883600885?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/2559122637883600885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=2559122637883600885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2559122637883600885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2559122637883600885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/04/ten-on-tuesday.html' title='Ten on Tuesday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-5379819361696309543</id><published>2010-04-07T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:10:46.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Yes I realize it's Wednesday... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://rootsandrings.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rr10tuesday.jpg?w=125&amp;amp;h=125"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 125px; display: block; height: 125px;" alt="" src="http://rootsandrings.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rr10tuesday.jpg?w=125&amp;amp;h=125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If you could travel back in time, would  you? What decade would you visit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would probably go back to when my parents were young.  The 50's and 60's.  I've always been obsessed with that era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What was your best Halloween costume? (fun to  make? most creative?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little I used to have awesome costumes.  Some of my favorites were a dead hippie, black jack dealer, mime... one year I was a baby and wore a pink leotard, my mom made me a bonnet, and I had a giant blow- up bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.  Do you like your name? If you weren’t called by your name, what would  you want to be called?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually really like my name.  No one usually messes it up and it's super easy to spell.  I used to hate it when people called me Becca, but when I worked with kids they said it lot so I just gave up hating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. In the past year, what is the BEST  recipe you made. Please share it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I dunno!!!  Probably the new meatball recipe I found.  It consists of ground beef, stove top, water, and egg.  Super good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.  Look around – what is the nearest object or picture hanging on the wall?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beatles drawing that D got me for Christmas.  It's a beautiful pencil drawing that I love to just sit and look at when I'm bored at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What was the last movie you saw in  a theater? Would you recommend it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Alice in Wonderland last weekend.  It was ok.  The special effects were really good.  But I dont really like when a movie is all special effects and nothing else.  SPOILER ALERT: and it was weird how it was like a squeal and I agree with &lt;a href="http://theadventuresoffaith.blogspot.com/2010/04/ten-on-tuesday.html"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt;... I didn't really like how Johnny Depp portrayed the Mad Hatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Did you go  to summer camp? Will you/do you send your kids to camp?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to one week long sleep over camp.  It was really fun!  And I went several years in a row to the YMCA day camp.  I loved it, except for the ghost stories that they told us.  I was little it really freaked me out... Yeah I would definitely would want my kids to go... if they wanted to.  Summer camp is something that they will remember for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.  What kind of ringtone do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  have different ones, my main ringtone is The Beatles "All My Lovin'" For D, I have this weird one that came with the iPhone that sounds like a robot.  For my Mom I have Crosby, Stills, and Nash's "Teach Your Children" and my Dad I have the The Beatles singing " Take Good Care of my Baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Where is the farthest away from home you  have ever been?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pathetic but the east coast... DC, Orlando... but next year my mom and I are going to Europe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Has anyone ever written a song or a poem for  or about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not officially... D sings me silly/ sweet songs all the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-5379819361696309543?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5379819361696309543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=5379819361696309543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5379819361696309543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5379819361696309543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/04/10-on-tuesday.html' title='10 on Tuesday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-3476894664135055422</id><published>2010-03-29T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:16:11.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap in pictures...</title><content type='html'>After over 6 years as a Texan I finally saw our state capitol in Austin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7ETWStMVZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/FIYOup3mWec/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7ETWStMVZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/FIYOup3mWec/s320/IMG_0379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454161897421821330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7ETukXVXnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/1YZiepgJaWA/s1600/IMG_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7ETukXVXnI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/1YZiepgJaWA/s320/IMG_0394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454162314478837362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go to SXSW Interactive Conference for work!  I learned so much and had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EUGFn_JFI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YNxg2FgIUdo/s1600/IMG_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EUGFn_JFI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YNxg2FgIUdo/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454162718544045138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EUaiUhweI/AAAAAAAAAVg/dxOPYTuXIhE/s1600/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EUaiUhweI/AAAAAAAAAVg/dxOPYTuXIhE/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454163069844439522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EUrwCE36I/AAAAAAAAAVo/X-hb15oRF58/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EUrwCE36I/AAAAAAAAAVo/X-hb15oRF58/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454163365582921634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EUsXGWe5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GrQm3TMnZwQ/s1600/IMG_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EUsXGWe5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/GrQm3TMnZwQ/s320/IMG_0454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454163376069835666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EVMQ8WYmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cVjf0SVUEAE/s1600/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EVMQ8WYmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cVjf0SVUEAE/s320/IMG_0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454163924173087330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EVNW40SxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/iIVTA9mGZJo/s1600/IMG_0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EVNW40SxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/iIVTA9mGZJo/s320/IMG_0490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454163942948752146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EVMvfdBsI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ZrHDAwgPk3k/s1600/IMG_0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EVMvfdBsI/AAAAAAAAAWA/ZrHDAwgPk3k/s320/IMG_0483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454163932373386946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to Houston and Dallas for a couple of work trips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EV0KSKDKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3HD1nrkapAU/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EV0KSKDKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/3HD1nrkapAU/s320/IMG_0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454164609580272802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EV0RRQ4DI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mo0q-R-9mO0/s1600/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EV0RRQ4DI/AAAAAAAAAWY/mo0q-R-9mO0/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454164611455574066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EV0lc1VOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/MM0IXuCbKAo/s1600/IMG_0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EV0lc1VOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/MM0IXuCbKAo/s320/IMG_0511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454164616872809698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EWICQtEbI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AZrl6QyHXHo/s1600/IMG_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EWICQtEbI/AAAAAAAAAWo/AZrl6QyHXHo/s320/IMG_0537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454164951024079282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EWIfeU8lI/AAAAAAAAAWw/okftpNsP1pI/s1600/IMG_0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EWIfeU8lI/AAAAAAAAAWw/okftpNsP1pI/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454164958865846866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus... the bluebonnets are finally in bloom here in south Texas!  As well as the Mountain Laurels which make the air so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EWxlni4CI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GM_lRENE2cE/s1600/IMG_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EWxlni4CI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GM_lRENE2cE/s320/IMG_0570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454165664889757730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus why not... beer, AWESOME pizza, Bam, and me being rebellious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EX7KQnWcI/AAAAAAAAAXA/323Ko0VNX2k/s1600/IMG_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EX7KQnWcI/AAAAAAAAAXA/323Ko0VNX2k/s320/IMG_0568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454166928856144322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EX7ilzzSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/jpeJXt2pg2o/s1600/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EX7ilzzSI/AAAAAAAAAXI/jpeJXt2pg2o/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454166935387491618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EX7x2RtKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5Ges8Z2qfhA/s1600/IMG_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EX7x2RtKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/5Ges8Z2qfhA/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454166939483092130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EX8bg0DEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/G67QoXa_Ib8/s1600/IMG_0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7EX8bg0DEI/AAAAAAAAAXY/G67QoXa_Ib8/s320/IMG_0567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454166950667357250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-3476894664135055422?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3476894664135055422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=3476894664135055422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3476894664135055422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3476894664135055422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/03/recap-in-pictures.html' title='Recap in pictures...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S7ETWStMVZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/FIYOup3mWec/s72-c/IMG_0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-3320617432978927766</id><published>2010-03-29T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:15:42.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a weiner... I mean winner!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://milkshakekicks.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/sex-and-the-city1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 456px;" src="http://milkshakekicks.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/sex-and-the-city1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a whim I entered &lt;a href="http://www.thedatingjungle.org/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;'s Sex and the City Contest to win tickets to the official Sex and the  City Manhattan Tour and I just found out that I won!!!  All I had to do was leave Jen a comment with my favorite SATC quote.  Of course I put my favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those  that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and  familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you  somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started,  and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and  significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And  if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just  fabulous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much Jen and &lt;a href="http://www.screentours.com/tour.php/satc/"&gt;On Location Tours&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm getting totally psyched about the new SATC movie in May!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-3320617432978927766?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3320617432978927766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=3320617432978927766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3320617432978927766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3320617432978927766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-weiner-i-mean-winner.html' title='I&apos;m a weiner... I mean winner!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-3923591672326205704</id><published>2010-03-09T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:07:16.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="item-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://rootsandrings.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rr10tuesday.jpg?w=125&amp;amp;h=125"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 125px; height: 125px;" alt="" src="http://rootsandrings.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rr10tuesday.jpg?w=125&amp;amp;h=125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Of your current hobbies, which would you choose to spend more time, money, and effort on? Why? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more time/ money to learn to be a better photographer.  It really was my first love.  And I think if I became a better still photographer it would work it's way into become a better filmmaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. List the two other hobbies/habitual activities (not chores) besides the one listed above that you regularly do now and didn’t choose in question one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice the guitar.  I'm still learning the fundamentals.  Slowly... very slowly getting better.  And cooking.  It's something I've done for a while but need to do more.  I am trying new things though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Why are you spending time on the above two hobbies/habitual activities at all if you really wanted to spend your time on the first one you chose? …or to put it another way, what are these two hobbies/habitual activities fulfilling that the first one doesn’t if you don’t want to put all your effort into the first hobby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well, I already have the guitar (and the instructor) so money isn't needed for that.  Just time.  Same goes for cooking.  The price of cooking doesn't compare to semi decent DSLR camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Read John 3:16 in the bible… In what way does this passage affect you? What are your feelings towards these words, positively or negatively? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Bible... I do.  It's actually a really good book.  I don't quite understand it all yet.  And actually this passage is the one I am having the hardest time with right now.  Was Jesus the son of God?  I dunno?  Maybe.  Sometimes I really want to believe it, I just don't yet.  Maybe sometime in the future I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. M&amp;amp;M’s: nuts, no nuts, or peanut butter? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuts!  So much better with nuts ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Putting away the feeling of pride being a bad thing; what secretly/openly are you proud about yourself? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at my job.  I've learned so much in the past 6 months that I've been here.  It feels good when other people ask me how to do something or ask me to help them with their social media/ networking issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Given one room in the house to do with what you want, not changing the actual size of the room and with all the money you would need, what would you do, and be specific? (this can range from bouncy floor,walls &amp;amp; ceilings; to hard wood floor with wood paneling and purple ceiling with a chair; to nothing) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well considering I'm moving in a couple of months I will be changing all the rooms.  What I want to do with the living room is make it "movie" themed, but not cheesy.  Like a couple of cool movie posters.  And I have these cool old antique cameras that I want to display.  Maybe with floating shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What’s the next movie you’re going to see? Not what you’d LIKE to GO see, but the next movie you realistically are going to watch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the one that I really wanted to see and that was "Shutter Island."  Umm oh "The Hurt Locker." Now that it won best picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Use the keyboard only and make your best smiley/funny/cool face –&gt; like this! 8^) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What makes you cry? What makes you pray? What makes you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently: When D offered to pay for part of my voice over lessons because I had to shell out a grip load of cash to get my brakes fixed.  (I wouldn't have been able to take them if he hadn't offered.)&lt;br /&gt;I pray at church.  Or when my life is in disorder.&lt;br /&gt;Everything makes me laugh.  Especially really corny jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32081056-4085417030423378541?l=theadventuresoffaith.blogspot.com" alt="" height="1" width="1" /&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/5310352919403684568-3923591672326205704?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3923591672326205704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=3923591672326205704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3923591672326205704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3923591672326205704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-on-tuesday_09.html' title='10 on Tuesday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-192871241721064419</id><published>2010-03-02T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:10:54.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://rootsandrings.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rr10tuesday.jpg?w=125&amp;amp;h=125"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 125px; display: block; height: 125px;" alt="" src="http://rootsandrings.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rr10tuesday.jpg?w=125&amp;amp;h=125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If you were given an hour to use a $200 Amazon gift card, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Beatles Remastered box set... that was easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Are there any fairly common foods that you’ve never had?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've pretty much have eaten everything... I like trying new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was your favorite way to use your imagination as a kid? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played house a lot.  My brother and I used to play submarine and airplane on our swing set when we were kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What’s your favorite state? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;New Mexico... I love that state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If it was our culture to have our parents choose our spouses, do you think yours would make a good choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Probably... my parents know my type... weirdly enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What’s your favorite herb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Love basil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If you could have dinner with one celebrity, who would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul McCartney... that would be my life long dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What’s your favorite Disney movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Lion King or The Little Mirmaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If you had to listen to the same song over and over for 24 hours, what song would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Any song would drive me crazy that many times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. How do you order your steak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;medium&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/5310352919403684568-192871241721064419?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/192871241721064419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=192871241721064419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/192871241721064419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/192871241721064419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-on-tuesday.html' title='10 on Tuesday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-2915800568408957818</id><published>2010-02-17T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:20:19.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 on Tuesday.... or uh Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="entry-author-parent"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-author-name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="item-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://rootsandrings.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rr10tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 125px; display: block; height: 125px;" alt="" src="http://rootsandrings.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rr10tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If you could open any type of store/place of business (money is no obstacle), what would you open?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I would love to run a successful business.  The thing is getting it to be successful is the part that sucks.  I would run my own production company.  Movies, commercials, PSA's that type of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If all jobs paid equally, what occupation would you want? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I have a couple of dream jobs.  To be a radio DJ or be a photographer for Rolling Stone magazine.  I was a DJ in college and absolutely loved it.  I totally felt a calling.  Same with photography.  I've always had a passion for it and Rolling Stone is the end all be all of music photography. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you could be any animal in the world, what would you pick? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've always said a bald eagle.  Just because they are so graceful and I always have thought that it would be cool to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If offered one “service” free of charge, which would you choose? (chauffeur, maid, personal shopper, chef, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Nutritionist or Personal trainer.  Someone that plans all my meals, maybe cooks them for me and kicks my butt into gear to exercise.  Isn't that how all the celebrities lose weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What is one habit, no matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ugh freaking junk food.  I did at one point then reverted then stopped for a while then went back again.  It's like a bad relationship that you just can't seem to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What is one thing that no matter how many you own, you still love to buy all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I really don't spend a lot of money on non necessities.  I really can't think of any.  Wait does beer count as a necessity?  Yes... I think it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Out of all the game shows (past and present), which would you want to be a participant on and play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Probably Legends of the Hidden Temple from the 90's on Nickelodeon.  I used to love that show.  It didn't look too hard.  I don't even remember what they won.  But it looked like so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If you could play the lead role in any movie that’s already been made, which movie would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lucy from Across the Universe.  That is one of my favorite movies.  And it looked like so much fun to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Name 5 things on your bucket list (things you want to do before you die).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Europe with my Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meet Paul McCartney or Ringo Starr&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to NYC... probably doing that this summer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go scuba diving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be on a real Hollywood movie set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Which one of your birthdays was the best? What did you do that day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... probably my 4th birthday.  My family and I took a trip to South Dakota.  I wanted this baby doll SOO bad and when I went into the cabin that day they she was sitting on my bed.  It was pure excitement and happiness.  I mean there was my 21st birthday but nothing compares to that childish joy I had that day.&lt;br /&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/5310352919403684568-2915800568408957818?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/2915800568408957818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=2915800568408957818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2915800568408957818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2915800568408957818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-on-tuesday-or-uh-wednesday.html' title='10 on Tuesday.... or uh Wednesday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-6367593047560354147</id><published>2010-02-11T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:33:13.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Lessons</title><content type='html'>So, D has been giving me guitar lessons.  He actually bought me my own for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S3SA17GFg-I/AAAAAAAAATg/mmUycQsL0tA/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S3SA17GFg-I/AAAAAAAAATg/mmUycQsL0tA/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437112314027672546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!  Now, while I LOVE music and know a lot about it, I'm not all that musically gifted myself.  I love to sing, but I'm not that good at.  But, since D bought me the Fender and he has been playing for a long time, I thought I would give it a shot.  It's a lot harder than it looks.  I have been practicing and trying to get the basics down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D's a FANTASTIC teacher.  He is very patient and encouraging.  When I get frustrated he just says, "play it again."  The other day, I was getting SUPER frustrated and just said, "relax, no one is judging you here.  And I think you are doing really well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my love for The Beatles, he taught me the intro to Day Tripper and called it "my incentive to practice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/me1axn4Xkts&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/me1axn4Xkts&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really has encouraged me to practice.  I can actually hear the song when I'm playing it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also taught me the guitar rif to In da gadda da vida by iron butterfly.  Now that's rock and/ or roll!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0PyBWLALFLQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/0PyBWLALFLQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/5310352919403684568-6367593047560354147?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6367593047560354147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=6367593047560354147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6367593047560354147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6367593047560354147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/02/guitar-lessons.html' title='Guitar Lessons'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S3SA17GFg-I/AAAAAAAAATg/mmUycQsL0tA/s72-c/IMG_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-5013803949911153291</id><published>2010-02-09T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:50:22.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>I've been reading &lt;a href="http://sleepyjane.wordpress.com/2010/02/09/and-it-makes-the-house-smell-nice-too/"&gt;Sleepy Jane's blog&lt;/a&gt; for a while now and have always wondered what she did to make her pictures look so unique.  To me they look kinda vintagey.  She posted morning, as a side note, how she got them to look the way they do.  It's a website called &lt;a href="http://www.rollip.com/"&gt;rollip.com&lt;/a&gt;.  It is SO easy and I love it.  Here is an example of how you can add different effects to your pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S3GtkecKNZI/AAAAAAAAATY/qrLWwoEtHDE/s1600-h/image-preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S3GtkecKNZI/AAAAAAAAATY/qrLWwoEtHDE/s320/image-preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436317067370968466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I love it so much, I thought it might be a cute idea as something to give D for Valentines Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-5013803949911153291?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5013803949911153291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=5013803949911153291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5013803949911153291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5013803949911153291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/02/awesomeness.html' title='Awesomeness'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S3GtkecKNZI/AAAAAAAAATY/qrLWwoEtHDE/s72-c/image-preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1366934467376929161</id><published>2010-02-09T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:36:42.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="entry-author-parent"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-author-name"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="item-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://rootsandrings.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 125px; height: 125px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_885_jIzTd2U/S3F3uZiSrAI/AAAAAAAACek/JUfQODHIW9I/s400/rr10tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Fill in the blank. Sometimes I wish my life was more ______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;adventurous.  I'm really happy, but I wish I could go on more adventures.  Like randomly jump on a plane and spend the weekend in NYC or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. How do you cure the hiccups?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Make myself burp.  It's gross but it works every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What are three of your favorite indulgences?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Collins novels&lt;br /&gt;Beer&lt;br /&gt;Fast Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Where is the most exotic place you would like to travel to? The most mundane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I always thought it would be cool to go on a safari in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my hometown or to visit my Dad in Chicago.  Anywhere that my family is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Does having your time planned out stress you or relax you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I definitely like to plan so it relaxes me.  And it's so nice to have my significant other be a planner as well.  I've never had that before.  In fact.  He's more of a planner than I am.  At the beginning of each month we go through the calendar together and write out important dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What are your favourite fabrics to wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Usually anything comfortable.  But I wore a pair of silk pj's once.  It felt so awesome.  I felt like royalty or maybe Hugh Hefner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you sleep through the night? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually.  Unless I have a bad dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. When you were younger, what did you think you would be doing at this age? How close is that to what you are doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I really don't know.  I changed my mind so much on what I wanted to be when I got older that I can't really say.  Honestly, I couldn't really picture myself past college.  It just seemed SO OLD!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What has surprised you most about growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That it's definitely not as easy as I thought.  I never knew how hard it would be to find a job after college.  I really learned that.  I've also learned that it never gets any easier.  Only different.  But, that isn't necessarily a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW... you know when you were a kid and people asked you what you wanted to do when you grew up?  Well, are we "grown up" now?  If so, I really don't feel like I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Are you good at keeping secrets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I am.  Although I am a horrible lair.  So, if the secret involves me having to lie in an elaborate way I'm basically screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5310352919403684568-1366934467376929161?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1366934467376929161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1366934467376929161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1366934467376929161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1366934467376929161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/02/ten-on-tuesday.html' title='Ten on Tuesday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_885_jIzTd2U/S3F3uZiSrAI/AAAAAAAACek/JUfQODHIW9I/s72-c/rr10tuesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-5411992909432451878</id><published>2010-01-31T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:20:28.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a Balance</title><content type='html'>When I was single I did what I wanted, when I wanted.  Spent time with my friends, went to work, cooked myself dinner.  Everything.  Now that I am in a relationship I spend most of my time with my boyfriend; I guess maybe because it is still a relatively new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I know from experience that he can not be my whole life.  I don't want him to.  I don't want to lose my friends or myself.  He wouldn't want me to either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, right now I'm struggling to find a balance.  I say struggle because for some reason or another, I'm having a hard time with it.  I absolutely do not want to be like that friend that we all know that can't do anything without her boyfriend.  That WILL NOT be me.  But yet I am becoming her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that I want to be a better friend.  I realized recently that a lot of what I know about my friend's lives is from their Twitter posts.  I should not rely solely on their facebook/ twitter/ blog posts to inform me of how they are and whats going on in their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about finding a balance.  A balance between all the loves in my life.  My lovely lady friends, myself, my family and my wonderful boyfriend.  I know tomorrow is February, but this is my new, new years resolution!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-5411992909432451878?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5411992909432451878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=5411992909432451878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5411992909432451878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5411992909432451878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/01/finding-balance.html' title='Finding a Balance'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-4241374768356852163</id><published>2010-01-29T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T09:09:23.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since &lt;a href="http://theadventuresoffaith.blogspot.com/2010/01/awards.html"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt; totally called me out for not blogging enough... I suppose I better thank her for my awesome award :-)  Thanks Faith for the Happy 101 Award.  *tear*  I didn't even have an acceptance speech prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S2MPk2EqNMI/AAAAAAAAATA/-ziKGbBUuh0/s1600-h/happy101.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S2MPk2EqNMI/AAAAAAAAATA/-ziKGbBUuh0/s320/happy101.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432202701203715266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/beckyjacobs/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;So as part of the Happy 101 here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) List 10 things that make you happy&lt;br /&gt;2) Tag 10 bloggers that brighten your day&lt;br /&gt;3) If you are one of the 10 bloggers awarded, link back to my blog and continue brightening people's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten things that make me happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beatles (I can tell what song it is just by the first note)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coffee (I have no idea how else I would wake up in the morning)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When D calls me (yeah I still get excited)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook (it's my job to be on it all day and I love it... not to mention Sorority Life... I really do like playing that game!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going out to eat (I love food)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Metallic blue 1965 Ford Mustang convertibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My beautiful niece Zoe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When D tells me he loves me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending quality time with my good friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making movies &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;10 bloggers that brighten my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chelsea from &lt;a href="http://chelseatalkssmack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chelsea Talks Smack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David from &lt;a href="http://diamondkt.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Rest is Still Unwritten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://sleepyjane.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sleepy Jane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen at &lt;a href="http://www.thedatingjungle.org/"&gt;Welcome to the Jungle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://adamngoodshot.tumblr.com/"&gt;A Damn Good Shot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashalah.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ashalah Blogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jenn at &lt;a href="http://www.jenn-journey.com/"&gt;Living Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julie from &lt;a href="http://theordinarydays.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Ordinary Days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stephanie at &lt;a href="http://enjoyingitall.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bits and Pieces of My World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Erin from &lt;a href="http://mamasaidno.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama Said No!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-4241374768356852163?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4241374768356852163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=4241374768356852163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4241374768356852163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4241374768356852163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/01/since-faith-totally-called-me-out-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S2MPk2EqNMI/AAAAAAAAATA/-ziKGbBUuh0/s72-c/happy101.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-41542829597089359</id><published>2010-01-27T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:33:36.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Traveling Necklace</title><content type='html'>So many people ask me about this that I thought I would share the story on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago my Mom and I took a vacation to Santa Monica, CA for my cousin's wedding.  One of the days that we were there we went shopping.  And at a little boutique we both came across this necklace at the same time.  We both REALLY liked it.  So we bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S2C8W28FN0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/wnZryccLUdE/s1600-h/IMG_0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S2C8W28FN0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/wnZryccLUdE/s320/IMG_0290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431548251499476802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may or may not know my Mom and I live about 1000 miles away from each other and only see one another a couple of times a year.  We are also really super close.  Probably as close a mother and daughter could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when it came time for me to back to my end of the country and her to hers, we discussed who would get to keep the necklace.  We both really like it and wanted to keep it.  So, my Mom came up with an idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whenever we see each other, we will trade the necklace.  For example if I have it when I go to visit her I will give it to her.  Then next time we see each other she will give it to me.  We call it the traveling necklace"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us get SO many compliments on it.  Even before people know the story behind it.  It was probably less than $10 at a little boutique in Santa Monica that I can't even remember the name of, but yet it has come to mean so much; to both of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-41542829597089359?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/41542829597089359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=41542829597089359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/41542829597089359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/41542829597089359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/01/traveling-necklace.html' title='The Traveling Necklace'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S2C8W28FN0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/wnZryccLUdE/s72-c/IMG_0290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-7990904404051908894</id><published>2010-01-22T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:24:52.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Yourself is All that You Can Do</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up I thought that being liked and loved was the most important thing.  In school, I was never the popular girl, the athletic person, or anything like that.  Even if my so- called friends were mean to me, which happened a lot especially in middle school, I would just take it.  In fear that I would be without friends.  I would do anything to please them.  And they took advantage of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew older, I realized that if they were doing that then they weren't truly friends.  Now at 25 almost 26 I don't have "friends" like that.  But old habits don't die that easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have this complex that if I disagree or say something wrong that someone may not like me.  Even people very close to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D tells me all the time that he loves me for me.  But yet I still sometimes just want to agree with him when I don't.  I'm not sure why.  Perhaps it's a fear of him not liking me anymore and leaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound like something so simple for some, but being myself all the time is something I really do struggle with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself a very truthful person.  I don't lie.  I hate liars.  Trust is the most important thing to me in a relationship, yet sometimes I find myself agreeing with things I don't agree with or don't know anything about.  For what?  Why do I do this?  For things that are so small, minuscule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you ever feel like you don't know yourself very well?  That maybe some people know you better than you know yourself?  What are some good ways to get to know yourself better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qNro0Wd5ZaQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/qNro0Wd5ZaQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/5310352919403684568-7990904404051908894?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/7990904404051908894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=7990904404051908894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/7990904404051908894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/7990904404051908894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-be-yourself-is-all-that-you-can-do.html' title='To Be Yourself is All that You Can Do'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-2463014114251391023</id><published>2010-01-04T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:53:01.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Year</title><content type='html'>Well hello 2010!  You just kinda sprang outa nowhere.  I know this is a very sorry excuse for a blog as of late.  But when you blog as a career, it's hard to get the motivation to do it on your off time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it looks like it's a new decade as well.  I really wish I had pictures from the past decade to include in this post like my friend &lt;a href="http://theadventuresoffaith.blogspot.com/2009/12/decade.html"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt; did.  But that would require a scanner and a bunch of time.  Unfortunately I have neither.  It would have made a very interesting post though.  Perhaps I will make it a project of mine for sometime this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2009 wasn't half bad.  Actually half it sucked while the other half totally rocked.  I honestly don't even remember the first half.  Looking back at old posts, it looked like I talked about the same 3 things over and over.  &lt;a href="http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/04/prince-charming.html"&gt;Boys&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-fat-fatty.html"&gt;weight loss&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-definitley-time.html"&gt;finding a job&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then fate happened when my mom told me about a website called &lt;a href="http://www.plentyoffish.com/"&gt;plentyoffish.com&lt;/a&gt;; a FREE dating website.  What could be better than a single, poor chick looking for a guy?  I dated some &lt;strike&gt;creepy&lt;/strike&gt; interesting guys.  But on one night in late July I had a date with a guy.  A guy I would fall head over heels for.  I know it's only been 5 months, but I seriously feel like I have known him forever.  He treats me exactly the way I want/ deserve to be treated.  I can't wait to see what the future has in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S0JFhUBqChI/AAAAAAAAASo/9YTIFGJCves/s1600-h/HPIM2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S0JFhUBqChI/AAAAAAAAASo/9YTIFGJCves/s320/HPIM2267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422973339921156626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as importantly I landed my first professional job!  For almost a year before that I felt worthless and like my education was for not.  What  a horrible feeling after spending 6 years in college.  My job is amazing!  I feel like I am not only using my degree but learning new things in the process.  The company is so good to me.  I even got a paid vacation only after 3 months of working there.  I feel appreciated and like the work I am doing is really helping the business profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S0JNJCTBguI/AAAAAAAAASw/swIqX6kg8FY/s1600-h/Photo+on+2009-11-17+at+15.41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S0JNJCTBguI/AAAAAAAAASw/swIqX6kg8FY/s320/Photo+on+2009-11-17+at+15.41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422981718938321634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course slipping into comfort zone with the BF has left me with some not so healthy eating habits.  BUT I haven't gained back everything... some... not everything.  But we both belong to a the same gym, so we are encouraging each other to start working out again.  It's much easy with your partner by your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to a new year, a new decade, and as always working towards a better ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-2463014114251391023?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/2463014114251391023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=2463014114251391023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2463014114251391023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2463014114251391023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2010/01/brand-new-year.html' title='A Brand New Year'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/S0JFhUBqChI/AAAAAAAAASo/9YTIFGJCves/s72-c/HPIM2267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-6634525317925871671</id><published>2009-11-17T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:45:17.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMeOigoP3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mnAmSBq4LG0/s320/HPIM1976.JPG'/><title type='text'>Reasons why I haven't been blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well it hasn't been because I have been going to the gym everyday.  That's for sure.  But today is the day I'm going back.  I just need to get back into the habit.  Once it gets routine then it wont be as hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, on to the &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; reasons why I haven't been blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is the work stuff....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is me in my office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMZLv20sRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/eoGXkgePHLQ/s320/Photo+on+2009-11-17+at+15.41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405191667390394642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really love my job.  I get to go to cool social media networking events... I did today even and I also get to edit video!  What the heck you say???  Yeah that's right ya'll.  I'm actually using my degree!  Who'd a thunk it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is the many social functions that I have attended...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Julie's bachelorette party...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMcgdDlRjI/AAAAAAAAAQc/RJgeKzDx4tE/s320/055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405195321655772722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMb8tjeN5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/4GJ4_x4tZUM/s320/072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405194707609204626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;John's 30th Birthday party...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is John's birthday cake.  30 but somehow still 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMc-kgqTvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/MSFvPqcIh1I/s320/HPIM1955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405195839052861170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since it was a kid themed party, saying goodbye to John's youth, they had dress up stuff for us to play around with.  Don't you love my glasses?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMc-wbAlBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VqHyQ_L2Jf0/s320/HPIM1949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405195842250380306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Halloween....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D surprised me with a trip to the pumpkin patch.  He bought us two pumpkins but when it came time to carve them one had started to rot.  So, he let me carve my stencil.  Here it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMeOigoP3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mnAmSBq4LG0/s320/HPIM1976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405197212905389938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am as a roman empress.  D was a gladiator so we kinda matched.  I'm not sure what was up with me hair but we had a good time anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMeO-Ig7II/AAAAAAAAAQ8/X4fBIzQEJak/s320/HPIM1985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405197220320439426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then there was Julie and K's wedding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are just a few from that night.  We had a BLAST!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren, me and Kandis... we were all are part of the House Party, the official cake choppers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMh7VxtsCI/AAAAAAAAARk/V3JelN7MWWs/s1600/HPIM2051.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMh7VxtsCI/AAAAAAAAARk/V3JelN7MWWs/s320/HPIM2051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405201281116385314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Julie's beautiful bridal cake.  Yummy too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMh7O2DvvI/AAAAAAAAARc/No1XK9zhh9E/s320/HPIM2031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405201279255559922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Julie and her bridal party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMh6__iCDI/AAAAAAAAARU/stDV29L0HUM/s1600/HPIM2077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMh6__iCDI/AAAAAAAAARU/stDV29L0HUM/s320/HPIM2077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405201275268761650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Julie and K during their first dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMh6rqUuLI/AAAAAAAAARM/8EYVhHBNTE4/s1600/HPIM2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMh6rqUuLI/AAAAAAAAARM/8EYVhHBNTE4/s320/HPIM2047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405201269811099826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is me... I photoshoped it a little bit :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMh6fM2kTI/AAAAAAAAARE/RCtLV8SWzp4/s1600/HPIM2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMh6fM2kTI/AAAAAAAAARE/RCtLV8SWzp4/s320/HPIM2024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405201266466263346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then of course there has been fun times with D...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were bored one Saturday so we took a trip downtown... he showed me "the internet" or where the servers are for the web development company he works for.... not &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; exciting but he took me out on the roof of the building and it was pretty cool view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMjdwnTXvI/AAAAAAAAARs/I8uECZZ8cGI/s1600/HPIM1919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMjdwnTXvI/AAAAAAAAARs/I8uECZZ8cGI/s320/HPIM1919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405202971947654898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was also an event going on called "Chalk it up" where different artists from around the city came down and drew some of pieces in chalk on the sidewalk.  It was actually pretty cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMjeUZjh6I/AAAAAAAAAR0/FzQpHK1L8mI/s1600/HPIM1920.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMjeUZjh6I/AAAAAAAAAR0/FzQpHK1L8mI/s320/HPIM1920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405202981553670050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMj8-7NPLI/AAAAAAAAASE/khqxuaNLcOU/s1600/HPIM1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMj8-7NPLI/AAAAAAAAASE/khqxuaNLcOU/s320/HPIM1924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405203508365180082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;D also took me to the zoo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMk1dCiHdI/AAAAAAAAASU/EgpeumunaOc/s1600/HPIM1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMk1dCiHdI/AAAAAAAAASU/EgpeumunaOc/s320/HPIM1942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405204478521646546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMk1E_Qu3I/AAAAAAAAASM/B89o7esmeVI/s320/HPIM1940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405204472065473394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of D... I was at an event today at a hotel right by D's work.  When I got in my car today after the luncheon... this is what I found on my windshield...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMmK6lzfVI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZEctGtO9dOU/s1600/HPIM2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMmK6lzfVI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZEctGtO9dOU/s320/HPIM2094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405205946743094610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5310352919403684568-6634525317925871671?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6634525317925871671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=6634525317925871671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6634525317925871671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6634525317925871671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/11/reasons-why-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title='Reasons why I haven&apos;t been blogging.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SwMZLv20sRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/eoGXkgePHLQ/s72-c/Photo+on+2009-11-17+at+15.41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-2316143027175295084</id><published>2009-10-29T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:19:07.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>Someone is Spain and in Australia has read my blog!  That is so cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-2316143027175295084?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/2316143027175295084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=2316143027175295084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2316143027175295084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2316143027175295084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/10/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-2308765032503537624</id><published>2009-10-26T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:03:19.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since everyone else is doing it....</title><content type='html'>Conversations with D...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While driving up to Walgreens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: What is that on the Walgreens sign?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I think it's a motor and pestle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: What's that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: You know... what they used to use in the old days to smash up the herbs to make medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: *Thinks for a second* How come witches brews always have eye of newt in them?  There're probably a lot of one eyed newts walking around because of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-2308765032503537624?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/2308765032503537624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=2308765032503537624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2308765032503537624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2308765032503537624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/10/since-everyone-else-is-doing-it.html' title='Since everyone else is doing it....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1554364346501112024</id><published>2009-10-19T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:46:28.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of blogging recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://B7E8759E-C520-4DB5-9101-93CC23DD81C8/recipes.gif" alt="recipes.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear Lordy it has been a long time since I've written.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the perfect recipe for taking forever to write my blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 heaping TBSP of laziness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1/4 cup of writers block&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 oz busy with the new job&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 pint boyfriend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 gallon "when everything is going well and you have nothing to complain about it's hard to write a blog"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pour all together into one bowl; stir well.  Bake at 400 degrees for a little less than a month and you have the perfect recipe for the absence of my blog.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously folks... my life lately has been fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The job is going great!  Right now, at least, it is low stress, the hours are awesome, it's definitely something I went to school for, my bosses are great and I feel like I am really contributing to the growth of the company.  *Plus* I have my own office and they even bought me a &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbookpro/"&gt;Macbook Pro&lt;/a&gt; for me to use! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://64460DA3-5CFA-4FA5-9AAB-5372F4510F2A/overview-gallery1-20090608.png" alt="overview-gallery1-20090608.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what oh what can I say about my D.  I'm in love.  Plainly and simply put.  I feel like I've known him for a long time.  He makes me laugh, he makes me smile, blush, feel whole.  I feel more confident in myself just having him in my life.  Being loved is a wonderful feeling.  And loving another the same way feels equally if not better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I have been thinking about lately though is I really don't want to loose myself as D and I become closer.  I have to remember what is important to &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;, what &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; like to do for myself, what are the things that make &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, one thing I thought of was looking for someone to give me voice lessons.  I always tell people that I came out of the womb singing.  I LOVE to sing!  But the problem is, is that I don't have a God given talent.  I've always needed direction and LOTS of practice.  I've taken voice lessons before and got better.  So, I've decided I want to do it again.  I wonder how much people charge for that kind of thing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Hopefully it won't be almost another month until my next blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-1554364346501112024?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1554364346501112024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1554364346501112024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1554364346501112024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1554364346501112024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/10/lack-of-blogging-recipe.html' title='Lack of blogging recipe'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-4934510709052569886</id><published>2009-09-21T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:02:40.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions and Changes</title><content type='html'>I've been neglecting my best friend.  I'm just going to come right out and say it.  And I really feel bad.  I feel bad, because I know exactly how it feels.  Your best friend gets a boyfriend and then suddenly she falls off the face of the Earth.  I never wanted to become that girl, but yet, somehow I have.  I've become the girl that I used to complain about when I was single.  I've become the girl that can never be without him.  And I SO do not want to be that girl.  Admitting you have a problem is the first step right?  I want D to be an extra bonus, wonderful addition to my life, not be my life.  I LOVE spending time with D but I miss my girls.  They have been my support for a long time and I wouldn't be where I am today without them.  Especially my &lt;a href="http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/04/stephanies-return.html"&gt;bestie&lt;/a&gt;.  I love her!  We can scream at each other on the phone and still work things out in the end.  That's just the way we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*On a side note, I explained to D that I had been neglecting bestie (not his fault at all, its all me) and I am going to start making more time for her... and he completely understood.  As well he should have, but I'm still just amazed of how good of a person he is.  Just another reason why I love him so much.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see... hmmm... what else...  oh yeah... one little thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I GOT A JOB!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are looking at the new Social Network Marketing Specialist for a local apartment relocation service here in SA.  I will be doing their social media as well as their public relations.  I am SO excited about this job.  It's a brand new, exciting up-in-coming field.  Here is a video that shows some stats about how social media is a new revolution not just a fad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fVXKI506w-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/fVXKI506w-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be promoting the business through different social media channels and outlets.  I finally get the pay I deserve, BENEFITS, and out of all get the satisfaction that I got my degree for a reason.  All the time and money in school really did pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things changing in my life... but I believe it's for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BTW... not sure why the last part is in huge font.  I tried to change it but I couldn't get it back to normal.  Oh well... it is BIG news :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-4934510709052569886?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4934510709052569886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=4934510709052569886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4934510709052569886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4934510709052569886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/09/transitions-and-changes.html' title='Transitions and Changes'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-4076079137829945929</id><published>2009-09-09T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:10:16.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talkin Smack</title><content type='html'>So lately one of my favorite bloggers, &lt;a href="http://chelseatalkssmack.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chelsea Talks Smack&lt;/a&gt;, seems to have been writing just for me.  These last couple of posts have been EXCELLENTLY written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chelseatalkssmack.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-real-shit.html"&gt;Here &lt;/a&gt;is one about connecting with people in the "real" life not just the 3D life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://chelseatalkssmack.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-mantra-is-love-kicks-fear-in-ass.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;is another about being afraid to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/reader/view/?tab=my#stream/feed%2Fhttp%3A%2F%2Fchelseatalkssmack.blogspot.com%2Ffeeds%2Fposts%2Fdefault"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;is another about doing what you love to do even if it doesn't make any sense to anyone else but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't already read her blog, then you NEED to subscribe ASAP!  This girl is one cool chick who oddly enough seems to speak directly to me.  Thanks Chelsea for making me feel not quite so alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-4076079137829945929?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4076079137829945929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=4076079137829945929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4076079137829945929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4076079137829945929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/09/talkin-smack.html' title='Talkin Smack'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1270525944060655475</id><published>2009-09-07T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:23:56.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mature Relationship</title><content type='html'>Well hello blogosphere!  I know one of the unspoken rules of writing a blog is that you aren't suppose to apologize for not writing for a while, but I honestly do apologize.  It's not like I haven't sat down and tried to write something several times... I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not going to lie, I have been spending a lot time with the new bf... D... but that's not the whole reason why I haven't written in a while.  I just wanted to write something that made some kind of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back over my &lt;a href="http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/04/prince-charming.html"&gt;list of criteria&lt;/a&gt; D matches up almost perfectly.  Although there are some things that don't match I have found that it doesnt really matter.  So what if his favorite band isn't The Beatles, I like teaching him all that I know about them, its fun!  He's kind, generous, compasionate, caring, and loving.  He makes me laugh... laugh so hard that my sides hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I think, "Am I capable of having a mature relationship?"  I hope that I am.  I have had a lot of past experiences that I have learned from, I have read &lt;a href="http://www.therulesbook.com/"&gt;The Rules&lt;/a&gt; and "The Bitch Book" AKA "The Bible" AKA &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Why-Men-Love-Bitches/Sherry-Argov/e/9781580627566"&gt;"Why Men Love Bitches"&lt;/a&gt;, I have talked enlessly about men with my girlfriends, and I have seen every episode of Sex in the City ever made.  But is this enough?  Is anyone ever ready for a mature relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what consists of a mature relationship anyway?  Right now I'm just going to take it day by day.  Live in the moment.  I'm going to enjoy his compaionship.  I'm going to enjoy the side- splitting laughter, the long kisses goodnight, holding his hand, going out to dinner, watching movies together, taking his dog to park, and getting to know his family better.  It's been a long time since I have been in a relationship.  But it was definitely worth the wait. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-1270525944060655475?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1270525944060655475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1270525944060655475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1270525944060655475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1270525944060655475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-hello-blogosphere-i-know-one-of.html' title='Mature Relationship'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1257785898040104636</id><published>2009-08-16T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:18:07.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The curse has lifted!</title><content type='html'>Writers block has cursed my fingers once again. Or perhaps I have been so wrapped up in my changing thoughts and feelings that it has been nearly impossible for me to write something half way coherent. I guess being in limbo can do that to you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while I have been wanting to get the heck out of dodge. For a lot of reasons, but most importantly because I needed to save money and start paying back my debts. The job search has been frugal and not at all successful. I am still uncertain as to exactly why I haven't been able to find something. I assume it's the economy, but it also might be me. Maybe, although I thought I was, perhaps I really wasn't trying as hard as I should have. College grads have it especially hard finding a job. They have little to no experience because they have spent so much time completing their degree. But yet they have spent so much money completing their degree they need to find a job that can be beneficial financially to them. It's almost a Catch- 22. As for me, I feel like I have a ton of experience in a lot of random stuff. My degree was in communications so I could really do anything. It's just sometimes hard to express in one lousy cover letter or resume. (Although, I think my resume is awesome! But apparently that is just me that thinks that.) So, my new goal is to bug the sh*t out of all the businesses that I apply to. You know about the proverbial squeaky wheel... well that's going to be me! I hate my current job more than EVER right now so that's just a little extra fuel for the fire. I really do think that I would be an excellent addition to any company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the foreboding nightmare that is my job search I am very happy to say that I LOVE my work that I have been doing for Parker Creek. I would be super sad and depressed if these guys weren't in my life. We completed not one, but TWO shorts for a competition a couple of weeks ago. It was a challenge that we were to remake a movie that spanned no more than ten minutes. The first one was a remake of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0151804/"&gt;Office Space&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092991/"&gt;Evil Dead 2&lt;/a&gt;.  By the way... that's my voice in the background that you hear.  Also, this video already has over 300 views!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tw1eHrJZ5E4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tw1eHrJZ5E4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second took home 2nd place!  This was by far the most fun I had on a movie set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5772596&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5772596&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5772596"&gt;Night Of The Living Socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, also... I.... kinda have a boyfriend now. Well not kinda, I do. I think I have finally met someone that is as much of a dork as I am. We get a vast majority of each others random references. I find his sense of humor hilarious. He thinks he is a big nerd, but I appreciate it so much! I find that sort of thing very attractive. Perhaps it's because he's not afraid to be himself, that I find so appealing. He's respectful, caring, compassionate, SO funny, and best of all we have such a good time together. I haven't felt this way in a long time and I am incredibly happy. I really look forward to getting to know him better.&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5772596"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SoiDQsVte5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/4b3Ndpgw-Oo/s1600-h/greenday.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SoiDQsVte5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/4b3Ndpgw-Oo/s320/greenday.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370686878442683282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One last thing. Last Sunday I got the chance to see Green Day live in concert. I bought the ticket early in the summer not having anyone to go with. And I ended up going alone. I had SO much fun! I have been a huge fan of theirs since middle school and getting to see them live on stage was one of the best moments ever. When I was 13 I had Green Day posters hung up in my room right next to Hanson posters. My brother used to tell me my room didnt make sense. But while my love of Hanson faded away my love for Green Day stayed the same. I will never forget when Bille Joe sang "When I Come Around." I felt like I was 12 again. It brought back a flood of memories.   A flood of great memories!&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/5310352919403684568-1257785898040104636?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1257785898040104636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1257785898040104636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1257785898040104636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1257785898040104636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/08/curse-has-lifted.html' title='The curse has lifted!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SoiDQsVte5I/AAAAAAAAAP0/4b3Ndpgw-Oo/s72-c/greenday.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-8495579391217520794</id><published>2009-08-06T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:28:13.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters</title><content type='html'>Dear Texas Summer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I loved you as a child I currently am fed up with your one millionth day of 100+ heat.  Can you please tone it down a bit.  I would be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Super sweaty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I didn't forget about you!  I have had major writers block.  I haven't cheated on you, I promise.  I just have those microblogs on the side.  Twitter and Facebook don't count as cheating... right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever yours,&lt;br /&gt;Worthless Blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Body,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me insane!  And you make completely no sense at all.  I feed you nothing but veggies and fruit for over a week and you gain weight.  I feed you pizza, Sonic, and brownies and you feel awesome!  What??  Can you please make up your mind.  I would be forever in you debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truely,&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Job Seekers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am!  Pick me!  Pick me!  I have a college degree.  I'm smart and a VERY hard worker.  I would be a huge asset to your company.  Come one... you know you want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke as a Joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear John Hughes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE your films.  You created some masterpieces that I will never forget.  Thank you for giving us Ferris Bueller, 16 Candles, The Breakfast Club, and Pretty in Pink.  You will never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;Hughes Fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Brain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you always have to disagree with Heart.  I command you to get along.  Starting right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you always have to disagree with Brain.  I command you to get along.  Starting right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-8495579391217520794?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8495579391217520794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=8495579391217520794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8495579391217520794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8495579391217520794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/08/letters.html' title='Letters'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-7405038860114055150</id><published>2009-07-20T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:56:24.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF body?</title><content type='html'>You are forewarned... in this post I will be complaining... A LOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past 16 weeks I have been on the Weight Watchers program.  It started out great!  The first week I lost over 2 pounds.  And for the next month or so it was up and down but mostly down (that's a good thing in this case)  But for the past month I have not lost AT ALL.  Ever since my birthday I have gained each week.  Well one week I stayed exactly the same, but whatev.  It's just not making sense.  I'm doing the plan like I have always done it and it's not working.  So, last week after a 0.5 gain I told myself "I'm going to stick to the plan like I've never stuck to the plan before.  I planned my meals out for the whole week.  I never ate so many fruits in vegetables in my life!!  I went running and walking.   I didn't do any other snacking.  I wrote EVERYTHING down like I was suppose to.  I didn't drink any alcohol or beer.  I didn't go out to eat.  I cooked healthy meals.  I actually felt really good.  Saturday morning I went to the WW meeting... I stepped on the scale... and the receptionist gives me a sad look.  I said almost laughing, "what I didn't gain, did I?"  She was like yeah 0.6 lbs.  I nearly lost it!  "You have go to be kidding me," I said.  "That's impossible."  I'm pretty sure she was just as dumbfounded as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I know for a fact that this program works.  A couple of years ago I did it very successfully.  I lost 22 pounds.  I know it works.  Everyone that does it and sticks to it is quite successful.  So, I don't know what's wrong with me.  It's actually kinda scaring me.  What if there is something wrong with my thirod?  I dont know what to do about it.  On one hand I don't want to keep paying for it if I'm not losing, but on the other I dont want to quit yet.  I'm not a quitter and I'm determined to get down to my goal weight.  Perhaps I should go see a doctor.  Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complaining FIN....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-7405038860114055150?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/7405038860114055150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=7405038860114055150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/7405038860114055150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/7405038860114055150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/07/wtf-body.html' title='WTF body?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-8466925331103090047</id><published>2009-07-16T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:33:11.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just act like a man and not care</title><content type='html'>Since &lt;strike&gt;Pre- BF&lt;/strike&gt; Mr. Invisible fell off the face of the Earth, I have decided something.  I am just going to stop caring.  Yeah you heard me, stop caring... about guys that is.  I have wasted so many hours caring about guys who do not care about me.  So, I decided I am NOT going to do that anymore!  Anyway, since I made that decision I have been really happy.  I have focused on other parts of my life that I really DO care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My health... I have never eaten so many fruits and vegetables this week in all my life and I have really come to love running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making movies... I have been editing The Storm's End for a couple weeks now and really realized how much I love editing.  Parker Creek also teamed up with another small production company here in SA to film a 10 minute remake of Office Space (with a twist).  I'm super excited to see how that one turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Sl_uL55efKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xyGRXSHmA4A/s1600-h/3711300873_a078714580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Sl_uL55efKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xyGRXSHmA4A/s320/3711300873_a078714580.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359263969882045602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am making sure the actors get their lines right.  Also, I don't think you can tell here but it was like a million degrees in this studio.  We had to turn off the AC because we could hear it humming threw the mics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job... well that's another story.  I found out that a girl there who has been there a year or two less then me, does not have a college degree or hardly a high school degree, who leaves at 2:30 everyday, and who doesn't even speak correctly makes $3.50 MORE than me.  Yes, your eyes are not mistaken you.  $3.50 more than me!  I was SO mad.  I couldn't even think straight.  Not only is that not fair but it's not right in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this whole not caring thing is what I have been calling "Acting like a man."  If I guy texts me or calls me, I don't answer and forget to call them back.  If they ask me out I decline saying I already have plans with the girls.  But, unfortunately it's backfiring.  Guys freaking like that!  Ugh... can't they see that I just don't care anymore???!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-8466925331103090047?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8466925331103090047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=8466925331103090047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8466925331103090047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8466925331103090047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-act-like-man-and-not-care.html' title='Just act like a man and not care'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Sl_uL55efKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/xyGRXSHmA4A/s72-c/3711300873_a078714580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-2881377138421459128</id><published>2009-06-30T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:18:09.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wrap- up</title><content type='html'>This weekend was very sparatic (sp?) and random.  But fun!  I love it when you really don't have anything planned but it turns out to be a good time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I had the San Antonio Film Festival to attend since Parker Creek's latest picture was going to be featured.  I'm not sure how prestigious this film festival was but it seemed like a good time none the less.  I headed downtown to meet the cast and crew at Pat O'Brian's on the river walk for a drink before the showing.  For some reason we decided to sit on the patio.  Let me just tell you it was like over 100 degrees outside and I was shvitzing out of every pore on my body.  I was sweating from places I didn't even know I could sweat from.  Anyway, I snidely mentioned that I should pore the pitcher of water that was sitting on the table on my head and how good it would feel.  One of PC's crew "J" said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: well why don't you then?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I would if you paid me. (still joking)&lt;br /&gt;J: Ok... I've jot $20. (totally not joking and lays money on the table)&lt;br /&gt;Other guy at the table: I've got $45 (totally not joking)&lt;br /&gt;Another guy at the table: I've got $4 (totally not joking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... everyone started putting money on the table.  Well mostly the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkrPHWm5HrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qi6mDUgRuSc/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkrPHWm5HrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qi6mDUgRuSc/s320/money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353318832317996722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know there is over $100 on the table.  Another friend of mine there apparently &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;needed the money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; was hot  too so she offered to do it with me.  Let me just tell you.  It was so worth it.  I got $76 and got to cool off for like 1/2 hour.  But unfortunately someone got it on video.  Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed over to the festival.  I'm glad that I just earned some money because it is was $15 to get in.  But it was worth it.  I always love seeing out work on a big screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, one of the actresses we used for "The Storm's End" asked me if I wanted to go to a DVD release party with her.  (I need to start practicing my networking skills for Hollywood don't I?)  So I said sure!  It was pretty cool.  We mingled, got free booze, and danced a bit.  It was a really random turn of events but it was pretty fun none the less.  She is a pretty cool chick who has lived an interesting life so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I went to my WW meeting and learned that I gained for the second week in a row.  I know I did though.  After my birthday week of eating out almost every night I was bound to.  So I cheered myself up by getting a caramel lite frappuccino from Starbucks (only 3 points for a grande!) and went to Goodwill.  I didn't find any clothes but I did pick up a cute Nine West purse for only $4!!!  Saturday night I went out for Sushi with &lt;a href="http://enjoyingitall.blogspot.com/?zx=19e2f766b5aa88ee"&gt;Steph &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.theordinarydays.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt;.  We went to a new place that none of us have ever been.  It was suppose to be the best sushi in SA.  And it was!!!  While it was rather expensive it was SO worth it!  After that we ended up at Faith's house (even though she was in N'awlins) to hang out with her oh so lonely hubby.  We played rockband to the wee hours of the night and I lost my voice singing "Livin' on a Prayer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I spent most of my day sleeping.  (I slept in till 1:30 PM)  So, I watched HP4 and went grocery shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great weekend!  I hope this coming weekend is as eventful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Friday off!  I have no idea what I'm going to do.  Relax is my only plan so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-2881377138421459128?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/2881377138421459128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=2881377138421459128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2881377138421459128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2881377138421459128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend Wrap- up'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkrPHWm5HrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/qi6mDUgRuSc/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-117677895051136714</id><published>2009-06-28T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:44:25.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ</title><content type='html'>When someone passes, whether it be someone you know personally or someone the world may know you start to remember the times you've shared or your memories of that person.  When Michael Jackson died on Thursday it made me start thinking about the memories I have had of him in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Skgm7SbWDXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/leuV57QogOs/s1600-h/Michae_Jackson_Thriller_album_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Skgm7SbWDXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/leuV57QogOs/s320/Michae_Jackson_Thriller_album_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352570957130501490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was six, my Dad, brother and I took the Amtrack train to LA to visit my Aunt, Uncle, and cousins.  It was a three day long trip on the train.  Since I was at the wise age of six I got to pack my own bag.  And since we were going to be spending three whole days on the train I packed the essentials games, toys, and books for the long journey.  One thing I regretably did not realize until after it was too late was that your bagage was loaded underneath the train only to be collected after your araival in LA.  So, when it came time to change for bed that first evening we all realized that Becky did not pack any clothes for our train ride.  I was suppose to pack a carry on for the three days we were going to be traveling on the train.  Everyone knew this except me apparently.  So for the next three days I wore the exact same thing.  Stonewash jeans and a Michael Jackson shirt that was handed down to me from my cousin.  It was a grey cut off shirt with purple sleeves attached underneath with a big huge picture of MJ on the front.  I so wish I still had that shirt.  It was ridiculously awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Saturday while I was in Middle School I was flipping through stations on TV when I came across a marathon of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104541/"&gt;The Jacksons: An American Dream.&lt;/a&gt;  It was mini series that came out a couple of years before and whatever station I was watching decided to put all 4 1 hour episodes back to back.  I started watching it and couldn't stop.  I remember my Dad leaving the house and coming back a couple hours later and asking, "Is that still on?"  But it was really well done.  It was about how the Jackson 5 started out and became famous.  I learned a lot about them and also realized that MJ didn't really get much of a childhood.  Perhaps that was why he was so messed up in later years.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever I hear the song "Beat It" I think of two things.  (1) The scene in Back to the Future 2 when Marty walks into the 80's diner in the future and they are playing it and (2)  Weird  Al's parody "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyfcOriVKBM"&gt;Eat It&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AP-ObLX7lZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/AP-ObLX7lZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This has to be one of the funniest things I have ever seen.  I know it wasn't made to be funny.  But it truely is.  I laugh every time I see it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbvP7dT3Dx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LbvP7dT3Dx0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson was an American icon that will always be remembered  He changed the face of pop music and shared his awesome dance moves and his amazingly talented voice with the world.  Michael may be gone from this world but his music will remain forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you wanna make the world a better place take a look at yourself and then make a change.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Michael Jackson&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/5310352919403684568-117677895051136714?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/117677895051136714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=117677895051136714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/117677895051136714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/117677895051136714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/06/mj.html' title='MJ'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Skgm7SbWDXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/leuV57QogOs/s72-c/Michae_Jackson_Thriller_album_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-5424868321408517652</id><published>2009-06-28T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:01:23.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkgRiuwjidI/AAAAAAAAAPM/a5ljpbPPn1I/s1600-h/what-does-a-second-assistant-director-do-1-650x284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkgRiuwjidI/AAAAAAAAAPM/a5ljpbPPn1I/s320/what-does-a-second-assistant-director-do-1-650x284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352547445494745554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could do anything for a living, what would it be?  Well it would be a photographer for Rolling Stone Magazine 1967 to 1997.  Yeah, I know I know there are like three different things wrong with that but it's my "dream" job, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since time travel hasn't been invented... yet... my ultimate dream job, would be an assistant director in film.  Yes, I said assistant.  I have always been sort of a follower.  Not so much a leader.  It seems like everyone in the film business wants to be a film maker, be the director.  But I really enjoy the duties of being assistant to the director.  Wikipedia describes the roll of 1st AD as the person who is "directly responsible to the producer and runs the floor or set."  Wikipedia also claims that the production manager as well as the 1st AD are the two highest technical roles in film making.  If you ever watch the credits at the end of the movie the 1st AD and the production manager are almost always listed first.  I can't wait to see my name on the credits.  It's not a matter of if it is a matter of when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkgR8mJar6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/SbrYjNl5fpI/s1600-h/behindthescenes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkgR8mJar6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/SbrYjNl5fpI/s320/behindthescenes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352547889859702690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-5424868321408517652?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5424868321408517652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=5424868321408517652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5424868321408517652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5424868321408517652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream-job.html' title='Dream Job'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkgRiuwjidI/AAAAAAAAAPM/a5ljpbPPn1I/s72-c/what-does-a-second-assistant-director-do-1-650x284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-8647346729317893263</id><published>2009-06-25T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:03:41.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkRH3NXz6PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/c-pzrittl7M/s1600-h/young-michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkRH3NXz6PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/c-pzrittl7M/s320/young-michael-jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351481271030900978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkRH3FHdspI/AAAAAAAAAO8/6PierNz0-jQ/s1600-h/farrah-fawcett-Anal-Cancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkRH3FHdspI/AAAAAAAAAO8/6PierNz0-jQ/s320/farrah-fawcett-Anal-Cancer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351481268814852754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farrah Fawcett&lt;br /&gt;February 2, 1947&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farrah_Fawcett#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; – June 25, 2009&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farrah_Fawcett#cite_note-ap-farrah62-1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/5310352919403684568-8647346729317893263?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8647346729317893263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=8647346729317893263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8647346729317893263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8647346729317893263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip.html' title='RIP'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkRH3NXz6PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/c-pzrittl7M/s72-c/young-michael-jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-5877519356755886107</id><published>2009-06-23T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:12:04.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men do not equal happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkGYojeOSsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/WSx763PnVrM/s1600-h/happy_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkGYojeOSsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/WSx763PnVrM/s320/happy_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350725654777055938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was thinking last night while I was running, I had to think because my iPod battery was dead, that I have been relying on whether or not I had a man for my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I do what every girl, well maybe just me but whatev, does when they meet a guy.  Fall head of heels even though I barely know him, start picturing our courtship, start planning our wedding, and naming our kids all with in the course of two or three weeks.  I mean I have gotten better, but deep down I still think about those things.  I did with Pre-bf, who should be known now as the invisible man.  He was great in the beginning and then completely feel off the face of the Earth.  At first I was completely heartbroken.  When he didn't return my texts I would get all nervous and sweaty, pace around my house, do anything to take my mind of him.  I felt horrible.  But why??  Why was I letting this person, whom I barely even know, control my happiness and control my life?  The more and more I thought about it, the more I realized how I was living my life.  Letting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; control me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions also got me thinking more.  Women spend so much of their time looking for a man, getting dressed for a man, getting in shape for a man.  But why?  Why can't we do these things for ourselves?  Why do we spend SO much of our life thinking about the opposite sex?  Do we all really feel that our life is not complete unless we have someone else there to share it with?  Do we consider people failures if they never marry?  If people die alone do we automatically assume they were sad too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions lead me to the conclusion that I have to be truely happy with myself before I find the right person.  I have to really love me.  Totally easier said then done, but I am more than willing to make these words a reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-5877519356755886107?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5877519356755886107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=5877519356755886107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5877519356755886107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5877519356755886107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/06/men-do-not-equal-happiness.html' title='Men do not equal happiness'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SkGYojeOSsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/WSx763PnVrM/s72-c/happy_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-5311953916318855450</id><published>2009-06-21T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:35:44.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromising</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Sj7tftoarXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/i0YG3zRWXD4/s1600-h/Hollywood+Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Sj7tftoarXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/i0YG3zRWXD4/s320/Hollywood+Sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349974536443571570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.usc.edu/student-affairs/OIS/Activity/Programs/Hollywood%20Sign.jpg"&gt;Photo Credit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is a compromise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, especially lately, I've been feeling trapped. I feel like a zombie or a robot going through the motions in my life. Get up, make coffee, go to work, come home.... blah blah blah. I feel trapped in a city that I have never really felt "at home" in. I feel like maybe the reason I haven't found a job or a guy here is that perhaps I don't belong here. Maybe deep down I don't want to find any of those things here because I don't want to be attached this place. I mean, isn't that why I broke up with BB in the first place? Because I felt that he held me here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I'm scared. Flat out terrified of moving. If I go back "home" will that be giving up? What if I miss my friends that I've had the whole time I've lived here? What if I fail wherever I go? Will I be more miserable somewhere else? But then on the other hand, I feel if I don't try I will be settling. And that is my worst fear, is to settle because it's easy. Compromise my life because I'm afraid. That is even more terrifying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of moving to Hollywood and working as lowly PA on some crappy sitcom. Working 15 hour days until my feet hurt. Running around getting people who think they're important coffee. Getting yelled at for being wrong. I would do ANYTHING to be around that. I can feel the need pulling at my heart so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I stayed here and found a "nice boy" and a desk job that I would compromising my life. I think if I moved to Hollywood there will be terrible nights of regret and sadness and missing my life here. But don't you think it would be worth it, to of at least of tried?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-5311953916318855450?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5311953916318855450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=5311953916318855450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5311953916318855450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5311953916318855450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/06/compromising.html' title='Compromising'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Sj7tftoarXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/i0YG3zRWXD4/s72-c/Hollywood+Sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-4552622980367118167</id><published>2009-06-10T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:14:15.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying 20 instead of only 10</title><content type='html'>So my best friend &lt;a href="http://enjoyingitall.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie &lt;/a&gt;noticed that I was always complaining about my job and only looking forward to the weekends and not enjoying my weekdays.  She said that is 20 days out of the month that I am hating.  I had never looked at it that way.  She was right.  While I still hate my job I am trying to enjoy my 20 days as well as my 10.  I'm striving to meet a goal of applying for 3 jobs a week and if I have to be at my job I am trying to make the best out of it.  I am planning on talking to my boss about getting a raise.  And as soon as things calm down a bit I am going to talk to her about a project I want to start there.  Maybe she'll like that idea so much she'll up my pay even more!  Who knows.  My mom always says that the answer is always no if you don't ask the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have been talking to the same guy for the past 3- 4 weeks.  Right now I am going to call him pre- bf.  (&lt;a href="http://theordinarydays.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julie &lt;/a&gt;gave me that name.  She kept calling him my boyfriend and I had to keep telling her that he's not my boyfriend.  "Well, he's your pre- bf then.")  So we will just go with that.  We have so much in common it is a little scary.  As far as &lt;a href="http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/04/prince-charming.html"&gt;the lis&lt;/a&gt;t goes, he meets the majority of it.  I haven't had to worry about him calling me because he contacts me everyday.  We have a great time together.  The best part about him there is no BS between us.  No games.  I'm myself around him.  I can talk to him so easily.  He's so genuine and not fake.  It is so nice for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also at the end of week 10 I lost 2.6 pounds for a total loss of 9.8.  I have already gone down 1 pant size.  It feels pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-4552622980367118167?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4552622980367118167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=4552622980367118167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4552622980367118167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4552622980367118167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/06/enjoying-20-instead-of-only-10.html' title='Enjoying 20 instead of only 10'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1192803798936342252</id><published>2009-06-01T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:09:25.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SiPgWnAfxoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yhZn4Pku5jw/s1600-h/Sex+and+the+City.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SiPgWnAfxoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yhZn4Pku5jw/s320/Sex+and+the+City.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342360262024349314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to chit chat about the same stuff a lot.  Boys, job (or lack there of) and my weight loss.  While these things are important I really need to stop for a minute, or two, and write about something important.... friendship.  I spent the majority of my weekend watching a good portion of the second season of Sex and the City.  This is one of my favorite shows of all time.  To the outsider this show may look like its about 4 women and the men they date.  Yes this is true, but it more about the relationship these 4 women have with each other.  That saying is so true... men come and go but your girlfriends will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had many different friendships over my lifetime.  Some I will never forget, some where middle school foolishness, one that has surpassed 10 years and 1000 miles and one that is very important to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what makes a good friendship?  Having a great time together, being able to talk to the other person and really have them listen, and the ability to tell them anything without them judging you.  And vice versa.  A relationship is give and take.  Sometimes you have to give more than you take.  And perhaps that is where I falter.  Friendships take work, just like any other relationship in my life.  I sometimes just except people to be my friend without me doing anything.  I don't listen as much I should.  I should call just to see how they are.  I have found myself being selfish.  And that is something I DO NOT want to be.  That's a horrible thing to be.  I want my friends to be able to come to me if something is wrong.  I want them to be able to trust me to share their feelings, turmoils, and joys.  I want to be a better friend.  I know the year is now half way over but I don't think it's ever too late to make a new years resolution.  I resolve this year (or whats rest of it) to be a better friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my friends out there, thank you for being in my life.  I appreciate all you have done for me and I promise to totally rock at being your friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-1192803798936342252?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1192803798936342252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1192803798936342252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1192803798936342252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1192803798936342252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-tend-to-chit-chat-about-same-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SiPgWnAfxoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/yhZn4Pku5jw/s72-c/Sex+and+the+City.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1809756932436568475</id><published>2009-05-29T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:20:01.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight loss and boys... yet again</title><content type='html'>I know it's all I practically talk about anymore.  lol!  But you have to admit it is a bit interesting, right?  Both things are going really well in both departments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost my weight loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of week 8 I have lost a total of 8.2 pounds!  That is 5% of my starting weight.  I'm half way there.  Weight Watchers gave me a big huge star sticker that says "5%."  I was extremely happy.  Yesterday morning as I was getting dressed for work I noticed a pair of jeans that I haven't been able to fit in for over a year.  I was like"I wonder...?"  I tried them on and they fit!  They weren't digging into my sides or creating the infamous muffin top.  They just fit.  I was so happy I almost cried.  It was official.  I have gone down one size in my jeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While boys still suck... they are slowly getting better.  Or should I say, I'm getting better about them.  I realized that I need to calm the #$%@ down and just concentrate on loving myself.  Which I did.  My mom also told me about a new dating site called Plenty of Fish.  Lame I know but I decided to check it out.  Seemed harmless, not to mention absolutely free, so I signed up.  Now I am no stranger to online dating.  I have been doing it for years.  The vast majority of the guys I go out with I meet online.  Don't worry.  I know all the precautions of this way of dating and always take them.  I don't want to say too much but things are going really well already.  I have been on one really good date.  And you know how they say if they like you they will find a way to contact you.  Let's just say that is definitely true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-1809756932436568475?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1809756932436568475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1809756932436568475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1809756932436568475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1809756932436568475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/05/weight-loss-and-boys-yet-again.html' title='Weight loss and boys... yet again'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-6551201454678684446</id><published>2009-05-20T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:07:52.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself.  And if you find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Carrie Bradshaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every girl has a little psycho in them!  Please, please, please forgive my last post.  I can't believe how I over reacted over literally nothing!  Maybe I can blame it on PMS?  Perhaps?  Well whatever it was I am feeling better this evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not show it a lot but I don't have the best self- esteem and I know it.  I'm not 100% as to why that is, but nevertheless it's true.  I know that there is something missing in my life.  So, I try to fill it with boys and food.  (Which I have come to the conclusion that they were both placed on this Earth by the Devil himself.)  Those are two of the things that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;will make me happy at the time.  But usually in the end, do not.  Like big fatty fast food hamburgers and boys who only make me feel good for a night, a day, a week.  Neither of them make me feel good in the long run.  In the end they make me fat and feeling lonely.  So.... what do I need to do?  Get better self- esteem!  And how am I going to do that?  Well... I am going to... uhhh... well first I will.... *clears throat*... yeah.  I don't know how the heck I'm going to do that.  Well I do know that if I had a better job, one where I don't cry everyday when I pull into the parking lot, and made money that a normal person could survive on then I might have a bit more self- esteem.   I also do know that once I hit my goal Weight Watchers weight I will definitely feel better about myself.  So, maybe I do have a plan after all.  I know it's not something I am going to gain over night.  I know it's going to take some work, but I'm willing.  I just want to be happy, and especially happy about how I feel about myself.    And then, maybe, just maybe I might find someone that loves the me that I love.  But as the age old saying goes, I'll never find someone to love me if I don't love me first.  Carrie was definitely right... as always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-6551201454678684446?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6551201454678684446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=6551201454678684446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6551201454678684446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6551201454678684446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/05/loving-me.html' title='Loving me!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-2116401848438548834</id><published>2009-05-19T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:00:28.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It can never be easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"As long as you know men are like children, you know everything." - Coco Chanel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys suck.  Suck suck suck.  S.U.C.K. suck!  I am SO over them.  I'm tired of playing their stupid little games.  I'm tired of trying to figure out what the hell they are thinking.  I'm tired of waiting around for them to call when they don't.  I'm just tired of it.  And it's stressing me out when it shouldn't.  Even writing this right now is making me tear up.  And I hate that it is doing that to me.  My mom is telling me to just stop.  Stop trying to find a guy.  Stop worrying so much about them.  And I want to but... I am feeling this constant need for a companion.  I miss having someone in my life like that.  It has been a year and a half that I have been single.  That is the longest I have ever been.  Perhaps it's for the best.  I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example the date I had on Wednesday.  It was fantastic!  He took me out to dinner, suggested we do something else, went and played pool and practically closed the bar down, then talked to almost 5:30 in the morning!  We were totally into each other.  He texted me both Thursday and Friday night.  Then nothing at all Saturday, Sunday.... then I caved and texted him last night.  He did respond though.  And at the end of our conversation when we were saying our goodnights he texted "night sweetheart."  Ok... is that a good thing?  I dunno.  I know I am trying to read way more into this than I should.  But this always happens.  It can never be easy huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... I just read what I wrote and I sound like a crazy psycho chick!  Lol!  Ok I'm going to go for a run and calm the "f" down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... I lost another pound last week.  That is a total of 6.8!  Go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-2116401848438548834?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/2116401848438548834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=2116401848438548834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2116401848438548834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2116401848438548834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-can-never-be-easy.html' title='It can never be easy'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-7879318986195772929</id><published>2009-05-11T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:55:55.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog in bullets</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my college graduation. This whole not finding a job yet sucks. I can think of some other choice words to give my situation but since my Mother and Father read my blog I don't think they would be very appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went back home for my momma's graduation two weekends ago. She got her long anticipated PHD and is now officaly Dr. Mom! I'm SO proud of her! I also got to see my brother, sister- in- law, my niece, and my cousin from LA. It was so great hanging out with everyone. My niece is the cutest thing on the planet. I have the most adorable video of her but I need to get permission from her parents if I can post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are almost finished with production on &lt;a href="http://stormsendmovie.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Storm's End&lt;/a&gt;.  We spent a long two days this past weekend filming.  Here are some pictures from "behind the scenes."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yup... this was all I did on set... no not really.  Just waiting for one of the actors to change his wardrobe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SgjU4klK7LI/AAAAAAAAAN8/s8opz0K9b84/s1600-h/behindthescenes4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SgjU4klK7LI/AAAAAAAAAN8/s8opz0K9b84/s320/behindthescenes4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334747826977696946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the the whole hair and makeup process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SgjU4atxc4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/JylTVI3ApYQ/s1600-h/behindthescenes3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SgjU4atxc4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/JylTVI3ApYQ/s320/behindthescenes3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334747824329421698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the sound guy checking focus on Johnny 5... AKA "Cinco Juan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SgjU4A22PhI/AAAAAAAAANs/dO_kz_lOGWg/s1600-h/behindthescenes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SgjU4A22PhI/AAAAAAAAANs/dO_kz_lOGWg/s320/behindthescenes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334747817388162578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the clapboard... we're total BFF's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SgjU4NSzylI/AAAAAAAAANk/dH9k9dpHvDQ/s1600-h/behindthescenes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SgjU4NSzylI/AAAAAAAAANk/dH9k9dpHvDQ/s320/behindthescenes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334747820726667858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going on week 7 of Weight Watchers.  And so far so good.  At the end of week 6 I lost 1.6 pounds for a total of 5.8 pounds with 22.4 pounds to loose I only need to loose 16.6 more!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ummmm.... that's about it.  Well I do have a date on Wednesday but I don't want to say anything yet because it's too soon.  If it goes well I'm sure you will hear about it and if it doesn't go well I'm still you will hear about it too. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-7879318986195772929?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/7879318986195772929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=7879318986195772929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/7879318986195772929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/7879318986195772929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-in-bullets.html' title='Blog in bullets'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SgjU4klK7LI/AAAAAAAAAN8/s8opz0K9b84/s72-c/behindthescenes4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-2927920390502844677</id><published>2009-04-26T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:27:59.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Bridge... literal version</title><content type='html'>My brother showed me this.  I think the guy that made this is my future husband.  I'm just saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILhJs8BLcTQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILhJs8BLcTQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/5310352919403684568-2927920390502844677?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/2927920390502844677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=2927920390502844677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2927920390502844677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2927920390502844677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/04/under-bridge-literal-version.html' title='Under the Bridge... literal version'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-4840755375581618324</id><published>2009-04-26T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:49:29.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside of being single during a recession</title><content type='html'>I found this article on &lt;a href="http://www.jenslovelessons.com/"&gt;another blog&lt;/a&gt; and thought it was pretty&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; true&lt;/span&gt;/ funny.  It's about the upside of being single during a recession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-the-upside-of-being-single-in-a-recession/"&gt;http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-the-upside-of-being-single-in-a-recession/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-4840755375581618324?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4840755375581618324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=4840755375581618324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4840755375581618324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4840755375581618324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/04/upside-of-being-single-during-recession.html' title='Upside of being single during a recession'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-6832365502947554560</id><published>2009-04-24T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:47:58.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this on &lt;a href="http://dontcallmekathleen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;'s blog and I thought I would share it with you all.  It was kinda fun.  You should try it.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SfKUmlAOINI/AAAAAAAAANY/KPOx1nQhbXc/s1600-h/mosaic954559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SfKUmlAOINI/AAAAAAAAANY/KPOx1nQhbXc/s320/mosaic954559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328484699621695698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go to Google image search.&lt;br /&gt;- Type in your answer to each question.&lt;br /&gt;- Choose a picture from the first page.&lt;br /&gt;- Use this website (&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php"&gt;http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php&lt;/a&gt;) to make your collage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your hometown?&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;9. What is one word to describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;10. How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you love most in the world?&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1. Becky&lt;br /&gt;2. Pasta&lt;br /&gt;3. Omaha&lt;br /&gt;4. Blue&lt;br /&gt;5. Back to the Future&lt;br /&gt;6. Water&lt;br /&gt;7.  Italy&lt;br /&gt;8.  Chocolate Mousse&lt;br /&gt;9.  Friendly&lt;br /&gt;10. Tired&lt;br /&gt;11.  Family&lt;br /&gt;12.  Movie Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-6832365502947554560?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6832365502947554560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=6832365502947554560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6832365502947554560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6832365502947554560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-this-on-katie-s-blog-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SfKUmlAOINI/AAAAAAAAANY/KPOx1nQhbXc/s72-c/mosaic954559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-8284156640318341271</id><published>2009-04-20T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:16:29.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes it is me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Se1IEJonPVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dArcI6185jY/s1600-h/train_man_fall200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Se1IEJonPVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dArcI6185jY/s320/train_man_fall200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326993170392104274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going on week 5 of my Weight Watchers diet.  As of today I have lost 3.4 pounds.  Not too bad.  I gained a pound and half the second week for some reason so I was kinda set back one week.  But I feel like I'm doing really well now.  WW recommends that you put some sort of exercise into the program.  It speeds up the weight loss and is all around better for you.  I've never been a gym kinda person and I can't really afford it at this time.  So, I needed to figure out a way to exercise for free.  My sister- in- law mentioned that she started running.  She found an &lt;a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-380-381--9397-1-1X5-3,00.html"&gt;8 week training program online&lt;/a&gt; and suggested I do the same.  The program tells you exactly what to do every day for 8 weeks.  At the end of the program you should be able to run for 30/ 2 miles without stopping.  As I write this I just did my first day today.  It wasn't easy, but it wasn't entirely difficult either.  I know I'm going to be super sore tomorrow.  But it will be worth it for sure.  I'm so excited!  Plus there are some HOT guy candy at the track.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom also introduced me to the single best website ever.  &lt;a href="http://www.hungry-girl.com/"&gt;Hungry-girl.com&lt;/a&gt;  This website is perfect for people on weight watchers because it gives the points for each recipe.  It's also great for single people because most of the recipes are for one serving.  They are also great for people on a budget.  Most of the recipes don't call for very many ingredients.  Plus they are super easy.  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are some of my favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px;font-family:Palatino Linotype,Georgia,Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Citrus-licious Eg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px;font-family:Palatino Linotype,Georgia,Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;g White Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Se1DPkn2hfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/96nSaxCYTvI/s1600-h/egg+salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Se1DPkn2hfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/96nSaxCYTvI/s320/egg+salad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326987869057091058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 18px;font-family:Palatino Linotype,Georgia,Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px;font-family:Palatino Linotype,Georgia,Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 large hard-boiled egg whites, chopped (about 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px;font-family:Palatino Linotype,Georgia,Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; cups)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup finely chopped celery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px;font-family:Palatino Linotype,Georgia,Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1/4 cup finely chopped red bell pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup finely chopped red onion&lt;br /&gt;3 tbsp. fat-free mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. creamy Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. lime juice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. lemon juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px;font-family:Palatino Linotype,Georgia,Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1/8 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/8 tsp. pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Directions:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place onions in a small microwave-safe bowl with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px;font-family:Palatino Linotype,Georgia,Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1 tbsp. of water. Cover and microwave for 1 1/2 minutes. Once cool enough to handle, drain water and allow to cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a separate dish, stir together the mayo, mustard, lime juice, lemon juice, salt, and pepper. Once the onions have cooled, combine them with the chopped egg whites, red pepper and celery. Then add the mayo mixture, and stir until thoroughly mixed. No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px;font-family:Palatino Linotype,Georgia,Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;w devour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px;font-family:Palatino Linotype,Georgia,Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKES 2 SERVINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px;font-family:Palatino Linotype,Georgia,Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PER SERVING &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px;font-family:Palatino Linotype,Georgia,Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;(half of recipe, about 1 cup): 90 calories, 1g fat, 556mg sodium, 9g carbs, 1.5g fiber, 4g sugars, 11g protein -- &lt;em&gt;POINTS®&lt;/em&gt;value 2* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pigs on a stick wrapped in a bacon bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Se1ESChJqGI/AAAAAAAAANA/yYYVq72c86k/s1600-h/pigsonstickbaconblanket_lrg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Se1ESChJqGI/AAAAAAAAANA/yYYVq72c86k/s320/pigsonstickbaconblanket_lrg3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326989010953414754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Hebrew National 97% Fat Free Beef Frank&lt;br /&gt;1 portion refrigerated Pillsbury Reduced Fat Crescent Rolls (unprepared)&lt;br /&gt;1 slice extra- lean turkey bacon&lt;br /&gt;1 think wooden skewer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(i didn't use these but if you do they are more fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optional mustard, ketchup, relish (for dipping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Directions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skewer the hot dog length wise on the stick. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch or roll out the triangle- shaped dough slightly, to make it a larger triangle.  Place hot dog along the base and gently but firmly roll it up.  Squeeze the dough gently to ensure it is secure around the hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefully wrap bacon around the length of the dough- covered hot dog, so it looks like a spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place your blanketed pup in a baking pan sprayed lightly with nonstick spray.  Bake in the oven for about 14- 16 minutes, until dough appears slightly browned and crispy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let cool slightly.  If you like, dip your dog into one or more of the optional ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes 1 Serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PER SERVING (entire recipe): 155 calories, 6.5g fat, 760mg sodium, 15g carbs, 0g fiber, 2g sugars, 11g protein -- &lt;em&gt;POINTS®&lt;/em&gt; value 4*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Stuffed Chicken Cordon Bleu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Se1HpIUYVRI/AAAAAAAAANI/vUVOnTUINYU/s1600-h/4160chickencordonbleu2_lrg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Se1HpIUYVRI/AAAAAAAAANI/vUVOnTUINYU/s320/4160chickencordonbleu2_lrg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326992706182337810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One 5-oz. raw boneless skinless lean chicken breast cutlet&lt;br /&gt;1 wedge The Laughing Cow Light Original Swiss Cheese, room temperature&lt;br /&gt;1 oz. (about 3 slices) 97 - 98% fat-free ham slices&lt;br /&gt;salt and black pepper, to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Directions:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put chicken in a large sealable plastic bag, squeeze out as much air as you can, and seal. Using a meat tenderizer or a can, carefully pound chicken through the bag until it is about 1/4-inch thick. Remove chicken from the bag, and season to taste with salt and pepper on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay the chicken flat and spread the cheese wedge over it. Evenly layer the ham slices on top of the cheese. Starting with one of the longer sides (or any side, if it's square), tightly roll up the chicken breast cutlet, and secure with toothpicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place chicken roll in a baking dish lined with foil and/or sprayed with nonstick spray, and then cover the baking dish with foil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake in the oven for 20 minutes. Carefully remove the foil covering the dish. Continue to bake (uncovered) for an additional 15 minutes, or until chicken is cooked through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKES 1 SERVING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serving Size: 1 chicken cordon bleu (entire recipe)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calories: 222&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fat: 4.5g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sodium: 692mg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carbs: 2g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fiber: 0g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sugars: 1g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Protein: 40g&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;POINTS®&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; value 5*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Hungry Girl!!!  She totally rocks my socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 16px;font-family:Palatino Linotype,Georgia,Times New Roman;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-8284156640318341271?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8284156640318341271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=8284156640318341271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8284156640318341271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8284156640318341271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-it-is-me.html' title='Yes it is me'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Se1IEJonPVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dArcI6185jY/s72-c/train_man_fall200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-8921112571737696732</id><published>2009-04-16T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:04:43.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments to relive</title><content type='html'>Since I haven't gotten any applicants for Prince Charming yet, I'm gonna stop whining and start blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you think of a really good idea for a blog and you are like "I am definitely going to write about that later!"  Then later comes and you have totally forgotten what that was.  Well I thought of a great idea yesterday and instead of just trying to remember it I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Good Morning America, like I do every morning, while I was getting ready for work and a commercial came on for some bank.  I wasn't really paying attention to which one it was.  But it showed parents helping their son move into college for the first time.  It was very melancholy and slightly sad.  The parents walking out hand in hand and the son watching them leave from his dorm room window.  That got me thinking about that same experience I had with my Mom.  That was a BIG moment in my life.  I also was slightly jealous of the guy in the commercial.  I kinda wish I could relive that moment again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the topic of this post.  What moments in my life would I like to relive again?  What moments were so special that I would like to go back and relive them all over.  It came down to 6.  There is one I'm not going to write about.  Just because it was SO special that if I told the whole wide world, I believe it might loose some of its specialness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a sophomore in High School I went to go see The Red Hot Chili Peppers in concert.  At the time they were one of my favorite bands.  It was a great concert.  But the best part about it was when they sang the song "Under The Bridge."  They turned all the house lights off in the huge civic auditorium and at this time people still held up lighters (not cell phones) so thats all the light that there was.  I think every single person in the audience was singing out loud.  So much so that you could hardly hear the band singing.  It was an awesome moment!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The day my mom dropped me off at college for the first time.  It was so surreal to walk back up to my room from the parking lot after saying goodbye to her, into my dorm room and think "shit." I guess this is it.  I was left alone to fend for myself for the very first time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was in elementary school I was a girl scout.  That's why I am always prepared now for anything.  They taught me well.  One summer we went camping, if you could call it that.  We stayed in a cabin.  But it was out in the woods and not in the city.  If thats not camping then I dont know what is.  Anyway, that night the chaparones decided to take us on a night hike.  I dont remember why there were bleachers at the campsite but we walked to the bleachers and sat down.  I remember looking up and REALLY seeing the stars for the first time.  I was raised in the city where there was light pollution, so stars were few and far between.  That night there was seriously a billion stars.  Every inch of the sky was covered in stars.  I was in awe!  It was beautiful.  I will never forget that moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;All I'm going to say about the moment I cant talk about it is that it involved one of the only two guys I have ever loved.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing my niece for the first time.  I couldn't believe my brother/ "dodo head" had a part in creating this beautiful perfect little girl.  She was absolutely amazing and still is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last October I got to see my name on the big screen!  A film I was the AD (assistant director) for was in a local film festival.  Making that movie was one of the funnest times in my life, so seeing my name under the Assistant Director credit was amazing.  I cried buckets.  Hopefully that moment is something I will get experience again and again during my life.  That is my goal anyway. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What are the moments from your life would you like to relive again if you could?  It doesnt have to be big momentous occasions.  Just something that meant a lot the first time and it would be awesome to relive again.  What are some moments you could have done without the first time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-8921112571737696732?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8921112571737696732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=8921112571737696732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8921112571737696732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8921112571737696732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/04/moments-to-relive.html' title='Moments to relive'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-4915037561847806760</id><published>2009-04-14T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:28:52.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Charming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SeVEgUYO2MI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JBkmqS2JJeE/s1600-h/cartoon_76.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SeVEgUYO2MI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JBkmqS2JJeE/s320/cartoon_76.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324737456452327618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why he has been on my mind so much lately.  It's getting kinda annoying actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves music!  Much better if we like the same artists.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beatles&lt;/span&gt;, Green Day, Weezer, Bob Dylan...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has a passion for something in his life.  Whether is be writing, basketball, music, snowboarding, photography... something that makes life worth living that he loves to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smart.  I like to be able to hold an intelligent conversation.  School isn't super important but I would like to be able to relate on that level.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close with his family.  I'm super close to mine so that would be very important.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respectful.  Of me, of friends, family, and complete strangers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trustworthy.  Doesn't even know the meaning of cheat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caring.  Cares what I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fun!  Nobody likes a wet blanket.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likes to plan important things but can also be spontaneous too!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be able to communicate feelings.  If something is bothering you then tell me.  I can't stand people that hold feelings in.  There's no point.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't get angry easily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knows the value of a dollar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good listener&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves movies as much as me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good memory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good/ Great sense of humor.  That is one of the most important things to me.  I LOVE to laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goofy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Self confident.  Isn't afraid to be himself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good hygiene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non- smoker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Likes to read&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complimentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taller than me.  I'm 5'4"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nice smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Embraces my dorkiness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open- minded&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy- going&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm currently taking applications.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-4915037561847806760?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4915037561847806760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=4915037561847806760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4915037561847806760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4915037561847806760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/04/prince-charming.html' title='Prince Charming'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SeVEgUYO2MI/AAAAAAAAAMw/JBkmqS2JJeE/s72-c/cartoon_76.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-849284593910457525</id><published>2009-04-12T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:59:07.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Dreams</title><content type='html'>I am very blessed in my life.  I have TWO great and VERY loving parents.  I wouldn't be the person I am today with them.  Although they both live far away from me I know they think about me every day and would do anything for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the coolest, hands down, older brother, the best sister- in- law anyone could ask for, and the sweetest baby niece in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many friends that love and care about me very much.  I have several friends that I would even call best friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like I said I am a very lucky person to have so many people in my life that love me and care about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I feel like I am lacking jut one more person.  That special someone that makes your life better with them in it.  The person that compliments you in every way.  A companion, a mate.  I know that I am young, 24 almost 25, but I wish that someone were in my life now.  I am a very independant person.  I have a job, well kinda two jobs, lots of friends, and hobbies.  I take care of myself on my own.  I like the person that I am growing up to be, but I wish I had someone to share that with.  I know I shouldn't compare myself to others.  But I look at some of my friends that are so happily in love it just makes me feel so lonely.  I want someone to look at me like there was no one else in the world and I want to look at someone and know that I am a better person because they are in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of dating.  I'm tired of playing games.  I'm tired of meeting stupid immature boys.  I think all of those stupid fairy tales royaly screwed me up.  Is there such a thing as Prince Chaming?  Or am I just chasing dreams?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-849284593910457525?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/849284593910457525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=849284593910457525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/849284593910457525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/849284593910457525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/04/chasing-dreams.html' title='Chasing Dreams'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-3863101862943194579</id><published>2009-04-09T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:22:29.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie's return</title><content type='html'>I tried to post a picture every week of my bestie while she was away.  But I ran out of pictures.  So sad I know.  But guess what??  She's home!  Finally!  I missed her so much.  Here is a picture from our happy hour reunion.  Can't you tell how happy I am??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Sd65Ydb7PCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/K35tYh5yDCA/s1600-h/random2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Sd65Ydb7PCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/K35tYh5yDCA/s320/random2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322895639468260386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is Easter.  And I get to spend it with my bestie at her house.  She's making a ham and some potatoes and I'm making my famous secret recipe cake.  (I really need to come up with a different name.  That one just kinda sucks.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-3863101862943194579?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3863101862943194579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=3863101862943194579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3863101862943194579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3863101862943194579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/04/stephanies-return.html' title='Stephanie&apos;s return'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/Sd65Ydb7PCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/K35tYh5yDCA/s72-c/random2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1950172203733070515</id><published>2009-04-06T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:08:41.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I ready?</title><content type='html'>So I have been single for a while now.  In June it will be about a year and a half.  That is the longest I have gone since I graduated high school 7 years ago.  I was always a relationship person.  Went from long relationship to long relationship without very much time in between any of them.  And I liked it like that.  I liked having a boyfriend.  When I wasn't with someone I was always looking for my next boyfriend.  But over this year and a half I have gotten used to not being with anyone.  Only taking care of myself and have become very independent.  I like not having to report to anyone or make my plans around anyone else.  Also, during this year and half I have realized what is necessary for me in and what I definitely need in a mate.  So, much so that I have become super picky.  Not like I don't give guys a chance.  I do.  But recently I met someone that I kinda like.  That I might possibly want a relationship further down the road with.  So, why does that thought scare me?  Is it him or me?  I don't want to miss out on a good person because I don't want to be in a relationship.  Or maybe I'm just not ready to be.  I thought I was, but maybe I'm not.  How will I know when I am ready?  I guess time will only tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-1950172203733070515?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1950172203733070515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1950172203733070515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1950172203733070515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1950172203733070515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-i-ready.html' title='Am I ready?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-8266356297396789842</id><published>2009-03-31T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:38:30.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to my computer</title><content type='html'>Dear a million year old computer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had some found memories together.  I remember picking you out online when the internet was still new and exciting.  You were my first big thing I ever purchased on my own.  I remember getting you in the mail in a million different boxes.  We had some great times my freshman year in college.  Remember those late nights staying up IMing and downloading music?  I sure do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now things are quite different.  Time has really flown by.  I can't believe we have spent more than 7 years together.  Back when I got you, 15 gigs of hard drive space was a lot.  I'm sorry to say that it isn't that way anymore.  Sometimes it can be a bit frustrating when only 3 out of your 6 USB ports work.  You are getting old and slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in my life right now, I need a computer that is going to be lighting speed with tons of hard drive space.  And you just aren't cutting it anymore.  I don't even want to know why you won't even let AIM run properly.  What did it ever do to you?  My friends cant even tell that I am online when I am.  No wonder people havent been IMing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I will always have a special place in my heart for you ol' Dell.  I think it may be time for a new computer.  I already have one in mind.  I don't want to hurt your feelings too bad but its name rhymes with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shack&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry.  I'll be with you till the end.  I'll be there for you holding your mouse gingerly in my hand, recalling all those wonderful times we've had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-8266356297396789842?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8266356297396789842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=8266356297396789842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8266356297396789842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8266356297396789842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/03/letter-to-my-computer.html' title='A letter to my computer'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-2965322932768522638</id><published>2009-03-31T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:01:28.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdJoSNdfDZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ziuvIjfphP8/s1600-h/l_3a8dc3baf9a3409193a54d30b8a7721a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdJoSNdfDZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ziuvIjfphP8/s320/l_3a8dc3baf9a3409193a54d30b8a7721a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319428771938241938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith said she liked this one better... Thanks Erin... I totally stole this pic from your myspace.  It was just too easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-2965322932768522638?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/2965322932768522638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=2965322932768522638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2965322932768522638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2965322932768522638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-ones-for-faith.html' title='This one&apos;s for Faith'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdJoSNdfDZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ziuvIjfphP8/s72-c/l_3a8dc3baf9a3409193a54d30b8a7721a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-9188774353189129250</id><published>2009-03-31T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:59:37.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Dad!  Joke revision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This version is even funnier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="500003019-31032009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A frog goes into a  bank and walks (hops?) to a teller whose name, according to her sign, is Patty  Wick. The frog says that he wants a loan of $100,000. "We don't give loans to  &lt;em&gt;frogs&lt;/em&gt;" says Ms &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238525419_0"&gt;Wick&lt;/span&gt;. "But I have collateral", says the frog. He then  shows her a cheap statue of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238525419_1"&gt;Elvis&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="500003019-31032009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="500003019-31032009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"That isn't worth  nearly enough..." Ms Wick starts to say but she is interrupted by the frog who  says, "And, furthermore, my father is &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238525419_2"&gt;Mick Jagger&lt;/span&gt;." "THAT DOES IT," screams the  teller. She grabs the Elvis statue and &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238525419_3"&gt;marches&lt;/span&gt; with the frog to the office of  the bank president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="500003019-31032009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="500003019-31032009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"This &lt;em&gt;frog,"  &lt;/em&gt;she says, "wants a $100,000 loan, says his father is Mick Jagger, and has  only THIS for collateral. What is this thing, anyway"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="500003019-31032009"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="500003019-31032009"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The bank president  replied, "It's a knickknack, Patty Wick, give this frog a loan. His old man is a  &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1238525419_4"&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&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/5310352919403684568-9188774353189129250?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/9188774353189129250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=9188774353189129250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/9188774353189129250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/9188774353189129250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-dad-joke-revision.html' title='Thanks Dad!  Joke revision'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-2191052129845488489</id><published>2009-03-30T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:38:13.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in i try to tell a joke</title><content type='html'>So Mr. and Mrs. Frog were recently married.  They really wanted to buy a new house.  So Mr. Frog went to the bank to see about a loan.  He went up to a bank representative, one Miss Patricia Black, and said, "I would like to see about getting a loan to buy a new house."  Miss Patricia Black said, "Ok Mr. Frog.  Do you have any money for a down payment?"  "I do not." said Mr Frog.  "Well then," said Miss Black, "Do you have any collateral?"  Mr. Frog pulls out a solid gold snow globe and hands it to her.  Miss Black says, "Hmmm, I'm not sure what this is Mr. Frog or if it will count as collateral.  I will have to ask my manager."  So she calls her manger over.  "I'm not sure what this is sir," said Miss Black.  The manger responds with... It's a nic- nack Patty Black.  Give that Frog a loan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that this weekend and laughed SO hard.  I'm a sucker for stupid corny jokes.  And that one just takes the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any corny jokes you would like to share with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-2191052129845488489?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/2191052129845488489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=2191052129845488489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2191052129845488489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2191052129845488489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-in-i-try-to-tell-joke.html' title='Where in i try to tell a joke'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-4099429877161263097</id><published>2009-03-29T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:24:10.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>On Friday Erin, Faith, Sarah, and I went to go see the &lt;a href="http://www.thespazmatics.net/"&gt;Spazmatics&lt;/a&gt; at The Scout Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBEnHGi8gI/AAAAAAAAALg/Qr3vUe5O5sI/s1600-h/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBEnHGi8gI/AAAAAAAAALg/Qr3vUe5O5sI/s320/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318826598636646914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBEnMQxYyI/AAAAAAAAALo/Sn-ycLgybYg/s1600-h/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBEnMQxYyI/AAAAAAAAALo/Sn-ycLgybYg/s320/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318826600021713698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never seen these guys... they are amazing!  We had so much fun.  You know when you are doing something and you are totally in the moment and you realize "I am having SO much fun right now!"  That was Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-13f68abd4a22035f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13f68abd4a22035f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331461882%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D559B5CF5FBABA0F9AC7A030361975236DDF5DB99.81FEFABB154F8B3CD929202110DA647A184FCD25%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13f68abd4a22035f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN_KEMA3xPxz15yBzv-WteeGYvEM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D13f68abd4a22035f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331461882%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D559B5CF5FBABA0F9AC7A030361975236DDF5DB99.81FEFABB154F8B3CD929202110DA647A184FCD25%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D13f68abd4a22035f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN_KEMA3xPxz15yBzv-WteeGYvEM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday I had a double baby shower where I crushed all the opponents and won two out of the four games.  Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I went to a friend of mine's wedding.  It was absolutely gorgeous and I have never seen a happier couple.  Right now they are on their way to Spain for a cruise of the Mediterranean.  I'm super jealous with a capitol J!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBH9ouUmvI/AAAAAAAAALw/TkdHvY_IEbE/s1600-h/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBH9ouUmvI/AAAAAAAAALw/TkdHvY_IEbE/s320/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318830284153854706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBH-a3T5oI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2fLNfpJPDSA/s1600-h/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBH-a3T5oI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2fLNfpJPDSA/s320/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318830297613330050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBH-u_MnpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7QCnStIoQ-g/s1600-h/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBH-u_MnpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7QCnStIoQ-g/s320/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318830303015116434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBH-v8-XtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6xoBhDQ3Ay0/s1600-h/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBH-v8-XtI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6xoBhDQ3Ay0/s320/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318830303274229458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBH-82GYBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1oeLdcX6GWU/s1600-h/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBH-82GYBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1oeLdcX6GWU/s320/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318830306735054866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-4099429877161263097?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=13f68abd4a22035f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4099429877161263097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=4099429877161263097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4099429877161263097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4099429877161263097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SdBEnHGi8gI/AAAAAAAAALg/Qr3vUe5O5sI/s72-c/spazmatics+and+julies+wedding+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-6797452733201072081</id><published>2009-03-26T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:58:36.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big fat fatty</title><content type='html'>I know I am suppose to love myself and all but lately I have been feeling SUPER fat.  I know its all about perspective.  My best friend doesn't think I look fat, but I know I have gained most of my weight back since I lost 20 pounds two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did something about it!  I went back to Weight Watchers.  It worked SO well for me before.  I mean look at me then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/ScxZuo5remI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bvug7BVjt8g/s1600-h/skinny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/ScxZuo5remI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bvug7BVjt8g/s320/skinny2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317723917805910626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a picture of me from last weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/ScxZ5lekR5I/AAAAAAAAALY/n3_JnMXq5Qw/s1600-h/FAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/ScxZ5lekR5I/AAAAAAAAALY/n3_JnMXq5Qw/s320/FAT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317724105865447314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack!  That is GROSSSS!  So that right there is why I went back.  I'm doing really well this week so far.  It has been super hard though and it is about to get even harder.  I went to a BBQ this evening, I have a dinner at Chili's tomorrow (when of the worst restuarnts for a diet on the planet!), I have a baby shower AND a wedding on Saturday.  Lord please help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... I have a plan!  I did pretty good tonight at the BBQ.  First I saved 11 points.  So I ate a couple peices of grilled chicken on a roll (probably shouldn't of had the roll) and a couple of chips.  As for chili's I went to &lt;a href="http://www.dwlz.com"&gt;dwlz.com&lt;/a&gt;, WW heaven, and figured out what I am going to have.  The kids menu isn't so bad.  The kids grilled chicken sandwich is only 3 points!  And corn on the cob (without butter) is only 3 points!  6 points for dinner is not bad in the least.  So that will be easy.  As for the baby shower I made the famous WW diet soda cake.  So I'm going to stick to that and the veggie tray a friend of mine is bringing.  So, that just brings me to the wedding.  I think it might be ok.  The bride told me today that they are going to have stations, like buffett style, so I can pick and choose what I want.  Plus since the Bride and Groom both went to Tulane for college the food is going to be New Orleans style food, which I really don't care for anyway.  That means I'm going to stick to the salad bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-6797452733201072081?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6797452733201072081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=6797452733201072081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6797452733201072081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6797452733201072081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-fat-fatty.html' title='Big fat fatty'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/ScxZuo5remI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bvug7BVjt8g/s72-c/skinny2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1041425115303809424</id><published>2009-03-16T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:28:50.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG CRUSH!</title><content type='html'>So I really haven't fallen hard or even fallen for a guy in what seems like a long time.  I have dated guys here and there... what were their names again?... The Guitar Hero, The (stupid) Marine, random guys here and there.  But I really wasn't gaga over any of them.  Until now... drum roll please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it really isn't that exciting.  And I'm not going to write about how I know him specifically, just in case.  But he is SO perfect... for me.  He is super tall, probably about 6'4" (I love tall guys), he is super witty and funny (a guy that can keep me laughing constantly will have my heart), he plays the piano (my favorite all time instrument, even over the guitar), he can bake (that one is self explanatory), and he is super smart (I gotta to be able to hold a decent conversation with the guy.)  So there you have it.  He probably has no idea.  He's single, so that's good.  Should I make a move, like ask him for coffee, or should I just let things happen if they are going to happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-1041425115303809424?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1041425115303809424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1041425115303809424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1041425115303809424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1041425115303809424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-crush.html' title='BIG CRUSH!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-4179214247000319937</id><published>2009-03-07T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:13:22.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still love you</title><content type='html'>If you know me in real life and not just through my blog you may have realized lately that I have been kind of MIA.  I used to really like going out a lot, especially on Saturday nights.  I would go out to the bar, drink, and try to meet a guy.  While it is fun once in a while, I have started to lose my appeal for doing this.  I much rather stay home and watch a movie, or just hang out over at a friend's house.  Taking the effort to get all dressed up to go out gets tiring and I usually just end up with just a bad headache the next morning anyway.  So to all of my friends, I'm really sorry if it seems like I have been neglecting you.  I haven't been doing it on purpose.  I still love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big part of it too is that I have been working very hard on our next movie.  We start shooting next Saturday.  I have been busy with making props, wardrobe, getting actors, and working on the story.  It's going to be a rather big production.  I am so super excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie List Update... if you can remember I am keeping a journal of all the new movies I have seen this year.  That means new in the theater or new to me if I have never seen them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's Just Not That Into You &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vicky Christina Barcelona&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raising Arizona&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Substitute &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burn After Reading&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The International&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Boondock Saints&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Watchmen&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/5310352919403684568-4179214247000319937?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4179214247000319937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=4179214247000319937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4179214247000319937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4179214247000319937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-still-love-you.html' title='I still love you'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1449131006540195698</id><published>2009-03-04T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:12:43.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This you gotta see....</title><content type='html'>Anyone else want to move to Liverpool with me for... oh about 4 years?  Check out this article from Reuters Blogs.... Oddly Enough.  The link to the article is at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All You Need Is Love.... and Tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: &lt;a href="http://blogs.reuters.com/oddly-enough/author/bobbasler/" title="Posts by Robert Basler"&gt;Robert Basler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, this university over in Liverpool has just launched a &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/oddlyEnoughNews/idUSTRE5223P820090303"&gt;Master of Arts degree in The Beatles&lt;/a&gt;. Presumably graduates may now claim to have what I guess will be called an MBA, or Masters of Beatles Appreciation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.reuters.com/oddly-enough/files/2009/03/ringo-240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="attachment wp-att-20045" src="http://blogs.reuters.com/oddly-enough/files/2009/03/ringo-240.jpg" alt="" width="220" align="left" height="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is actually a very savvy thing to do, since even in this time of global economic meltdown, many companies are looking to beef up their Beatles Division.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At campus job fairs, recruiters are expected to offer top dollar to grads with a Beatles degree, especially if they can back that up with an undergrad degree in Art History.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But here’s what I wanted to say, just to put the whole Beatles thing into perspective. You may have noticed that a month ago was the 40th anniversary of the group’s last public performance, the celebrated Rooftop Concert, in London. Can you guess why that gig lasted only 42 minutes?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A neighbor complained about it.  “I want this bloody noise stopped. It’s an absolute disgrace,” he was quoted as saying. &lt;a href="http://www.jpgr.co.uk/rt1.html"&gt;You can look it up&lt;/a&gt; if you don’t believe me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img class="attachment wp-att-20047" src="http://blogs.reuters.com/oddly-enough/files/2009/03/beatle-heads-280.jpg" alt="" width="280" align="left" height="431" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Above: Former Beatle Ringo Starr flashes peace signs as he arrives in downtown Chicago in a 2008 file photo. REUTERS/Frank Polich&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Below: Wax heads of the Beatles arrive in Liverpool, England, in a 2006 file photo. REUTERS/Phil Noble.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.reuters.com/oddly-enough/2009/03/03/all-you-need-is-loveand-tuition/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blogs.reuters.com/oddly-enough/2009/03/03/all-you-need-is-loveand-tuition&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-1449131006540195698?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1449131006540195698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1449131006540195698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1449131006540195698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1449131006540195698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-you-gotta-see.html' title='This you gotta see....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1382144104315986248</id><published>2009-03-03T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:45:21.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>No not my awesome friend, &lt;a href="http://theadventuresoffaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faith&lt;/a&gt;, but rather the other kind of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers.com defines faith as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Confident belief in the truth, value, or trustworthiness of a person, idea, or thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Belief that does not rest on logical proof or material evidence. See synonyms at &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/belief" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;&lt;span class="kw"&gt;belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/trust" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;&lt;span class="kw"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Loyalty to a person or thing; allegiance: &lt;i&gt;keeping faith with one's supporters.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;often &lt;span class="shw"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Christianity.&lt;/i&gt;  The theological virtue defined as secure belief in God and a trusting acceptance of God's will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The body of dogma of a religion: &lt;i&gt;the Muslim faith.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A set of principles or beliefs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith in a lot of things in my life.  My family's unconditional love, that the Earth is orbiting the Sun, and that Spring will always follow winter.  One thing that I have always had trouble having faith in is a higher power, a spiritual being, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;.  I was raised with my parents being from two totally different religious backgrounds.  They tried to do what any 2 loving parents would do in that situation; they taught me and my brother about both religions.  We celebrated both religious holidays and worshiped in both religious sanctuaries.  They never forced us to believe one religion over the other.  They wanted us to make the right decision, whether it be one of those two religions or something completely different, for us.  They wanted us to figure out what we believe in and what works for us.  Not just something that we were taught and forced to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't already in a quarter of a century crisis already now I have one more thing to add to my list.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do I believe?  What do I have faith in?  Is there a God?  If there is, what difference does it make?  Am I a Christian?  Do I believe in Christ?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the Bible actually God's words?  How come some religions don't believe in Jesus?  Was he really the Son of God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like something is really missing in my life.  That I am not completely happy.  So I think, well maybe if I had a job I liked, a boyfriend/ husband, or a totally smoking hot body I would be completely happy.  But would I?  The thing is, there is no way I can answer that question.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would I be completely happy if I had God in my life?&lt;/span&gt;  Some people truely believe the answer is yes.  They say, put your life in God's hands and he will take care of you.  I have a very good friend that believes this with 100% of his mind, body, and soul.  Even if I wanted to do this, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how would I go about doing so?  Where do I start?  Do I need to believe in Him first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted in my life is to be completely happy.  Will that ever happen?  I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-1382144104315986248?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1382144104315986248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1382144104315986248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1382144104315986248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1382144104315986248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/03/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-7719470238840708236</id><published>2009-02-25T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:03:02.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is definitley time</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/79tMMFja-Fw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/79tMMFja-Fw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel... anyone else with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new favorite song.  Actually this whole album is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_JIUewKOzxc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/_JIUewKOzxc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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/5310352919403684568-7719470238840708236?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/7719470238840708236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=7719470238840708236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/7719470238840708236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/7719470238840708236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-definitley-time.html' title='It is definitley time'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-3983713394393288704</id><published>2009-02-20T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:43:37.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession Sucks</title><content type='html'>To put it plainly I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GM is dropping Pontiac from production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pontiac had a good run.  I mean seriously... just look at these works of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a 1950 4 door Pontiac Fastback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SZ736fraHNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wq0dB416SgQ/s1600-h/1950_Pontiac_4_Door_Fastback-nov7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SZ736fraHNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wq0dB416SgQ/s320/1950_Pontiac_4_Door_Fastback-nov7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304949995397061842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of my all time favorites a Tyrol Blue 1967 GTO Hardtop.  This thing has a ton of power behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SZ736lX9OoI/AAAAAAAAALA/IM0sW_Wk39Y/s1600-h/67_00341_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SZ736lX9OoI/AAAAAAAAALA/IM0sW_Wk39Y/s320/67_00341_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304949996926089858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope Obama and his administration can do something about this national crisis before it's too late.  I think I might have a conniption fit if my beloved got dropped from production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SZ75Gnl4V7I/AAAAAAAAALI/TWRfmW8c_Jw/s1600-h/me+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SZ75Gnl4V7I/AAAAAAAAALI/TWRfmW8c_Jw/s320/me+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304951303191418802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who needs a man when you can love something like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-3983713394393288704?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3983713394393288704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=3983713394393288704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3983713394393288704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3983713394393288704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/02/recession-sucks.html' title='Recession Sucks'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SZ736fraHNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/wq0dB416SgQ/s72-c/1950_Pontiac_4_Door_Fastback-nov7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-8532489573066730997</id><published>2009-02-17T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:22:38.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope she knows...</title><content type='html'>but she will always be my bestie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SZuM-PnoF7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/FEcqBEZcDMc/s1600-h/HPIM0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SZuM-PnoF7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/FEcqBEZcDMc/s320/HPIM0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303987987131406258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-8532489573066730997?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8532489573066730997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=8532489573066730997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8532489573066730997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8532489573066730997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hope-she-knows.html' title='I hope she knows...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SZuM-PnoF7I/AAAAAAAAAKw/FEcqBEZcDMc/s72-c/HPIM0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-6647554301986359597</id><published>2009-02-16T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:00:33.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason # 5,384,692 why I don't like my job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SZo2PBFQleI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Hp2heJ3SAjI/s1600-h/500x500_18683558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SZo2PBFQleI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Hp2heJ3SAjI/s320/500x500_18683558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303611142798611938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work with a bunch of immature idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately The Director, who I also work with, and I have become really close friends.  We hang out a lot, go eat, bowling, to the movies... stuff like that.  But we are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;friends.  Is that possible for a guy and a girl to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;friends?  I think so.  But apparently this could not possibly be true according to my immature coworkers.  A lot of them are young, like just graduated high school young and they still have that sort of mentality.  The mentality where I have no life so I'm going to try and get into other people's life's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday a bunch of us went out to eat and bowling for one my coworkers (K) birthdays.  The Director and I drove together like we normal do and we mess and joke around with each other.  To others it might seem like we are dating, but I can assure you we are not.  We are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;friends.  Anyway after work today a bunch of us were standing around talking and one of my coworkers (A) starts talking about how K texted her Friday night saying, "Are Becky and "The Director" together?" And A says, "No they are like best friends."  (Which we are) and K responds, "Friends with benifits?"  And apparently A responds with, "Well did they kiss?"  SERIOUSLY WTF?   One thing you need to understand is that The Director is very shy about that kind of stuff.  While we are really good friends its hard for him to talk about that kind of thing.  It was just SO stupid!!  Who cares!  Why can't we just be friends without people thinking tha we are dating.  Why do they even care anyway!  Ugghhhh.   I thought I graduated high school 7 years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-6647554301986359597?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6647554301986359597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=6647554301986359597' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6647554301986359597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6647554301986359597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/02/reason-5384692-why-i-dont-like-my-job.html' title='Reason # 5,384,692 why I don&apos;t like my job'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SZo2PBFQleI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Hp2heJ3SAjI/s72-c/500x500_18683558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1308748720763428036</id><published>2009-02-16T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:42:03.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soundtrack to my life... the movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sleepyjane.wordpress.com/2009/02/06/my-life-soundtrack/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While I have seen this done before I really wanted to do it again.  &lt;a href="http://sleepyjane.wordpress.com/2009/02/06/my-life-soundtrack/"&gt;Sleepy Jane&lt;/a&gt; did a fantastic one so I thought I could try it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How it works:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each “question” you have to answer with a song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your iPod/iPhone/iTunes music library&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;4. For the first question, type the song that’s playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button twice&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Life Soundtrack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opening Credits:  &lt;/em&gt;Dead Ringer by Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waking Up:  &lt;/em&gt;In My Room by The Beach Boys (I'm totally serious!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Day at School:  &lt;/em&gt;Teenage Wasteland by The Who (again I am totally serious!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling in Love:  &lt;/em&gt;Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Losing Virginity:  &lt;/em&gt;Go On by Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fight Song:  &lt;/em&gt;The Whole World by Outkast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breaking Up:  &lt;/em&gt;The Angel and the One- non Musical Silence by Weezer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matric farewell / Prom:  &lt;/em&gt;Cold as Ice by Foreigner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life:  &lt;/em&gt;You Get What You Give by The New Radicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mental Breakdown:  I'll Do Anything by Simple Plan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Driving:  &lt;/em&gt;Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flashback:  &lt;/em&gt;Number One Crush by Garbage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting Back Together:  &lt;/em&gt;In the Back Seat by Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wedding:  &lt;/em&gt;Our House by Madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Final Battle:&lt;/em&gt;  Hang by Matchbox 20&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Death Scene:  Smells like Teen Spirit by Nirvana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-1308748720763428036?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1308748720763428036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1308748720763428036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1308748720763428036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1308748720763428036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/02/soundtrack-to-my-life-movie.html' title='The Soundtrack to my life... the movie'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-4531098371332824602</id><published>2009-02-11T20:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:14:24.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So... he's just not that into me... great!</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/span&gt; yet, then you REALLY need to.  It is SO funny!  Ok, why is it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;funny, you ask?  Possibly because I can relate to it very well.  While the main character is uh lets just say... CRAZY, she was slightly relateable.   One of my favorite quotes from the movie was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GiGi:  So, what?  Am I suppose to run from every guy that doesn't like me?&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Uh yeah....&lt;br /&gt;GiGi:  There's not going to be anybody left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have said it any better myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for some ungodly reason when I got home from seeing this movie I was feeling sorta melancholy and I decided to call The Marine.  ( I hadn't heard from him in over 3 weeks)  I had all but given up on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hey!  What's up?&lt;br /&gt;The Marine (TM): Oh hey you!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I'm sure he forgot my name, that's why he said you)&lt;/span&gt;  What's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Not much.  Just got home from seeing a movie.&lt;br /&gt;TM: Oh really?  What movie?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  He's Just Not That Into You&lt;br /&gt;TM: (laughs) Is that why you called me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Did he seriously just ask me that!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then he goes on to give me some big sob story about how he has been working really hard and putting all his money into his truck and he didn't even have enough money to pay his phone bill.  Blah Blah Blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM:  Well maybe we can hang out sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You want to hang out with me?  It's ok if you don't.  I'm a big girl.  I'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;TM:  Oh no no no.  I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short... has he called me yet to "hang out?"  That would be a big negative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-4531098371332824602?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4531098371332824602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=4531098371332824602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4531098371332824602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4531098371332824602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-hes-just-not-that-into-me-great.html' title='So... he&apos;s just not that into me... great!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-475530958530204234</id><published>2009-01-29T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:14:58.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Kiss</title><content type='html'>I was totally inspired by &lt;a href="http://diamondkt.blogspot.com/2009/01/series-of-firsts-first-kiss.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;blog that I read on a regular basis to post one similar to it.  It was about first kisses and how special they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usually &lt;/span&gt;are.  But ultimately I wanted to write about the first kiss of all first kisses... my very first kiss period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From as far back as I can remember I have been a little boy crazy.  There is even this old home movie of me when I was about 6 at the neighborhood swimming pool chewing on my goggles and staring at some older boys.  I remember having crushes on the boys even in kindergarten.  Every year it was a different boy.  In third grade I got my first "boyfriend" Randy.  We went to summer camp together and he bought me a candy bar.  I thought we were destined to be.  Then I come to find out that he was also buying candy bars for other girls.  I wasn't the only one to fall for this so called charm.  Oh boys they never change.  It wasn't until those awful two years of middle school that I really started wanting a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;boyfriend.  You know the ones you can go hang out with at the mall and talk on the phone with.  Those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;kind.  But unlucky for me I was socially awkward, apparently didn't know how to brush my hair and had braces.  Not the best looking girl in the 7th and 8th grade by any means.  It wasn't until the end of 8th grade that one of those wonderful middle school boys saw through the tangled mess of hair and the glinting shine of my braces and saw the girl underneath.  David... I will never forget David.  He was sweet and most of all he actually liked me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day of school and David, my friend Elaine, and I all went over to Elaine's house to "hang out."  David and I decided to take a walk down to the park a block away from her house.  *I was so naive even at this point I had no idea what he was planning.*  We walked to the park and we ended up talking on the playground equipment for a while when he asked me to go walk in the trees with him.  *Yeah I know this sounds really scary, but for some reason I wasn't scared.*  We got several feet into the trees when he stopped looked at me and kissed me on my lips.  Even to this day I can remember that moment perfectly.  I remember it being the best thing ever, but it probably was really bad and awkward.  It was a great first kiss.  We were boy friend and girlfriend for that entire summer.  I'm not sure what happened after school started.   I think we ended up going to different high schools and just stopped seeing eachother.  I'll have to check my diary to really make sure.  But I will always remember David and my very first kiss.  Thanks David... where ever you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-475530958530204234?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/475530958530204234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=475530958530204234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/475530958530204234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/475530958530204234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-kiss.html' title='First Kiss'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-4202874387421582835</id><published>2009-01-27T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:09:21.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my room</title><content type='html'>There is this song by the Beach Boys called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In My Room&lt;/span&gt;.  It's been one of my favorites for a long time.  It's a very simple song, simple melody and simple lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;There's a world where I can go and tell my secrets to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In my room, in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In my room, in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Do my dreaming and my scheming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Lie awake and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Do my crying and my sighing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Laugh at yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now its dark and I'm alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But I wont be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In my room, in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In my room, in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In my room, in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I moved in with a roommate I have come to really love my bedroom.  It's not like my roommate and I don't get along, we do, it's just that I feel most at peace and at home in my room.  In my room is my bed which is my favorite place to be.  I love crawling into my bed at the end of the day and reflecting on the day or what I need to do tomorrow.  Like the song says my room is where I do my crying, sighing, and a place where I can be me.  But even though I am alone in my room, I'm not afraid.  I love my room.  Do you love your room?   Where is your favorite place to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-4202874387421582835?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4202874387421582835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=4202874387421582835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4202874387421582835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4202874387421582835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-my-room.html' title='In my room'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-8081457655261240130</id><published>2009-01-20T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:03:47.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What else?</title><content type='html'>The one that got away is also one of the only two guys I have ever loved called me tonight.  I haven't talked to him since March.  Why did I have to tell him I think about him every day still?  Why did he have to tell me he still cares about me and how I'm doing?  I am now officially @#$%^&amp;amp; up more than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-8081457655261240130?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8081457655261240130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=8081457655261240130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8081457655261240130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8081457655261240130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-else.html' title='What else?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1232933379957728927</id><published>2009-01-20T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:56:45.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont think I will ever understand</title><content type='html'>men!  ugh!  I think if I just admit to myself that I will never understand them then life may be a teeny bit easier.  Maybe, just maybe.  One thing I just don't get is why men like the "chase."  To me this is just maddening.  My friends say, "let him come to you."  Ok, so I wait and wait.  Yeah he's not coming to me yet.  I went out with the marine on thursday evening.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought &lt;/span&gt;we had a great time!  He texted me on Friday saying just that.  And yeah, that was the last time I've heard from him.  I am kinda proud of myself though.  The me a year or so ago would have called him by Saturday.  And I haven't yet.  I didn't even send him a text saying "how was your weekend?"  So, I'm staying busy.  Tonight I'm suppose to be having sushi with one of the editors from my internship.  I say suppose to because we have been trying to go out since like this summer so hopefully that will happen.  Then tomorrow night I have a production meeting with the rest of the Parker Creek crew about our new upcoming short.  Thursday I have a babysitting gig.  Friday perhaps dinner with the director (yeah remember &lt;a href="http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/07/car-drama.html"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt;) and Saturday we (Parker Creek) have our big auditions for the new short.  So, even if he does call, I probably won't even have time to see him.  Sigh.... deep down I do hope he does call though.  I was starting to kinda like him. Men... can't live with them, can't live without them.  What is a girl to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-1232933379957728927?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1232933379957728927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1232933379957728927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1232933379957728927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1232933379957728927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-think-i-will-ever-understand.html' title='I dont think I will ever understand'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1201102419206185677</id><published>2009-01-18T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:43:55.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>While most of my real friends as well as some of my cyber friends have already made their new years resolutions posts, I still have not.  I just wanted some time to think about it first before I sent it out into the world.  And I'm still not completely sure what I want out of this year.  To be honest 2008 sucked.  To me it just flew by and I don't feel I accomplished much.  Ok I know what most of you are thinking.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you graduated from college!"&lt;/span&gt;  And I understand that reasoning but I would give that degree back just to feel normal again.  I'm sure I've said this before but until now my whole life I have always known what the next step is.  Grade school... jr high... high school.... college... next semester... the next semester... graduate.... the end.  Ok... now get a job.  Riiiigggghhhtttt.  I'll get right on that.  I'm so utterly lost, that I have completly shut down.  I have gotten so frustrated looking for a job that I don't really want that I have just stopped.  I truely know deep down in my heart what my goal is.  But I'm not sure how to get there.  I don't know where to start and I don't know who to turn to for help.   I know I have to do this on my own but that makes me feel even more alone.  I know life isn't easy and I'm not expecting this to be handed to me on a silver platter but, I had NO idea it would be this hard.  And even more more body has waged war against me.  I'm sure its my hormones out of wack but this is really not helping me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... back to my new years resolutions.  First, I'm going to stop feeling sorry for myself and come up with some sort of plan.  I don't care how hard it is I'm going to figure out how to get what I truely want.  Second, I'm going to be a better friend.  Friends are suppose to be there for you during times like this and I'm not letting them for some reason or another.  I'm still not 100% on why I have been doing that but its going to stop.  I'm not a selfish person and I don't want that thougth to even cross their minds.  Third, even though my hormones hate me right now I'm going to do everything in my power to be more healthy.  Now I'm not going to stay I want to lose weight.  I'm taking some advice from my friend &lt;a href="http://mamasaidno.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin &lt;/a&gt;and I'm just going to make healthier decisions.  (Not eating out as much, not eating when I'm not hungry and so on...)  And fourth and the most important, I'm going to be good to myself.  I know it may sound stupid or cheesy but I'm going to work on loving myself.   Because if I can't love myself then then how do I expect anyone else to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I've posted this quote before but it has truely changed my life.  Read it a couple times.  Then think about it.  It may change yours too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, your disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all this is left is a compromise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-1201102419206185677?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1201102419206185677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1201102419206185677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1201102419206185677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1201102419206185677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-3863432079589795728</id><published>2009-01-15T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:27:54.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some people really need to update their myspace</title><content type='html'>So don't ask me why...  but I'm still cyber friends with my ex's (M) sister on myspace.  I guess I just never got around to deleting her or I secretly want to cyber stalk her.... well.... whichever way I was looking at her page tonight just for no reason actually and I came across  some pictures from M's bday from last year (when we were still together) so.... yeah... she still has pictures of me and M together on her myspace!  Seriously?  She so needs to update her myspace.  That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-3863432079589795728?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3863432079589795728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=3863432079589795728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3863432079589795728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3863432079589795728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-people-really-need-to-update-their.html' title='some people really need to update their myspace'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-6624027692153997209</id><published>2009-01-11T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:15:41.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why I have been so MIA lately.  Whenever I sit down to blog I can never think of anything really good to write about.  Which is strange because there is so much going through my head right now.  I really feel like my friend &lt;a href="http://theordinarydays.blogspot.com/2009/01/worry-wort.html"&gt;Julie &lt;/a&gt;because there is so much on my mind.  Thank God I don't have to plan a wedding.  Sorry Jules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to do bullets!  Yeah for bullets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a really good holiday in the bitter cold midwest.  Just goes to show you that my blood has thinned out.  Here are some pictures from my trip.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This is me and my best friend from high school.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpOLj8DorI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gVCAVbh9YrM/s1600-h/me+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpOLj8DorI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gVCAVbh9YrM/s320/me+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290126672832733874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friends Max and Jack, two of my really good friends from high school.  It was really good seeing them again.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpOLRODxLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gX_7caweF0k/s1600-h/me+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpOLRODxLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gX_7caweF0k/s320/me+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290126667807966386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and I went to a car museum while I was there.  This is me with my dream car.  One day, one day... sigh...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpOL7Xn3sI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sGCIQEIvMCw/s1600-h/me+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpOL7Xn3sI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sGCIQEIvMCw/s320/me+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290126679122370242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Years Eve was really fun.  I went on a pub crawl with some friends.  It was a really good idea considering no one had to worry about driving.  Here are some pictures of the night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm pretty sure this is a before picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpRveIgmUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/H_aYau_EtFI/s1600-h/me+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpRveIgmUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/H_aYau_EtFI/s320/me+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290130588284524866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Miss Molly&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpRwFUXV_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_yHT_Or5LAE/s1600-h/me+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpRwFUXV_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_yHT_Or5LAE/s320/me+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290130598803232754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Erin and Katie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpRwTnpEvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0laMkfI2q8I/s1600-h/me+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpRwTnpEvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/0laMkfI2q8I/s320/me+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290130602642182898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Faith... I think by the end of the night I was going around taking pictures with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpRw6GP9YI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rVjDiOA8nOY/s1600-h/me+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpRw6GP9YI/AAAAAAAAAKE/rVjDiOA8nOY/s320/me+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290130612971107714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Faith's hubby John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpRw1GdKTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XFGn1gbhcm0/s1600-h/me+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpRw1GdKTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/XFGn1gbhcm0/s320/me+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290130611629795634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still hate my job(s).  I have a couple of prospects actually.  There are a couple of jobs that I really do want that haven't been filled yet.  So, I'm to be the proverbial squeaky wheel without being the annoying squeaky wheel if you know what I mean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Parker Creek has set up our auditions for the next project that we are working on.  I'm super excited because we went with the name I thought of for the title.  It's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Storm's End&lt;/span&gt; and you can read about it &lt;a href="http://stormsendmovie.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I received the best gift I ever gotten in the mail on Wednesday.  My &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0943927/"&gt;Uncle George&lt;/a&gt;, the actor,  sent me the script to the latest film he has been working on called &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1019452/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Serious Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; written and directed by none other than the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001053/"&gt;Cohen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001054/"&gt;Brothers&lt;/a&gt;!  Who are my favorite writer and director team ever!  I was so excited that I started to cry.  It is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.  This is a bad picture of it but here it is.  I'm about halfway through it right now.  So far so good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpPMXDvMuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xLVJXYXkGXM/s1600-h/me+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpPMXDvMuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xLVJXYXkGXM/s320/me+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290127786066784994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpPMurNAJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wSnyXgzlW6Q/s1600-h/me+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpPMurNAJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wSnyXgzlW6Q/s320/me+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290127792406331538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met someone.... I'm going to affectionately call him the Marine.  He's actually been out of the Marines for a couple of years, but a good a name as any.  We've gone on about three dates and I really like spending time with him.  He's very easy going and sweet.  I can tell he is a very caring and gentle person.  I am excited to get to know him better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my resolutions for this year is to keep a movie journal.  I'm keeping a list of every movie I see in the theater as well as rent/ netflix.  I'm also writing a little something about each one.  Not really a synopsis but more of like a reflection.  So far I have seen three movies in the theater.  Seven Pounds, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, and Marley and Me (with the Marine).  I really like all of them.  All very different but all very good.  I highly recommend them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well I think that about wraps things up for a little bit.  But before I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you Steph...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpTQQHFdgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8YrybHJyigw/s1600-h/me+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpTQQHFdgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8YrybHJyigw/s320/me+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290132250967766530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-6624027692153997209?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6624027692153997209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=6624027692153997209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6624027692153997209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6624027692153997209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/01/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWpOLj8DorI/AAAAAAAAAJM/gVCAVbh9YrM/s72-c/me+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-8438723251423369715</id><published>2009-01-04T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:55:52.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter what...</title><content type='html'>I still miss you Steph :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWFaMHVcHPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/r2IzPZr50gI/s1600-h/me+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWFaMHVcHPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/r2IzPZr50gI/s320/me+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287606601683574002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-8438723251423369715?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8438723251423369715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=8438723251423369715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8438723251423369715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8438723251423369715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-matter-what.html' title='No matter what...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SWFaMHVcHPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/r2IzPZr50gI/s72-c/me+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-3396792470928172775</id><published>2008-12-27T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:11:01.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue is my favorite color&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will admit that I have a nice smile... my mom paid good money for it to get that way too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no regrets in life... yes I've made mistakes but I do not regret any of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a horrible speller.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are some commercials that have brought tears to my eyes.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am very sensitive but I have gotten much better in the last couple of years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't believe it's going on 7 years that I have been out of high school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only time I have ever colored my hair was when I was 14 and I thought it would be a good idea to dye it fire engine red.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to make people happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ive been told that I have a huge heart and sometimes I care too much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my family so much sometimes that it hurts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Autumn is my favorite season.  Especially in the Midwest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I could have any car in the world it would be a 69 Mustang and of course it would be blue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a really deep passion for film making and one day my biggest dreams will come true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Humor is really important to me in a relationship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a really fun drunk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a bachelors degree.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My radio voice is different then my regular voice &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is something about strapping a guitar around a guy that makes them extremely hot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back to the Future has to be hands down one of the best movies ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will admit that I am a film snob.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am deathly afraid of needles, snakes, and heights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would be happy living in a box if I had only a camera.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I wish I would get a letter saying that I was really a witch and that I would be attending Hogwarts.  My letter just got lost in the mail for 12 years.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beatles are the best band that has ever lived.  And no one could convince me otherwise.  I will not listen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am pro choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I think that I was born way to late.  I should have been born in like 1950.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think British accents are SO hot!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to sneeze.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My niece is the cutest thing ever to grace the Earth and no I am not partial at all!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I recently discovered my old diary from middle school and high school... lets just say it was an interesting read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother is a freaking rocket scientist... yes a real one!  How did he get so smart.  To me his is still stupidhead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I wish I was 5 again.  That was a good age.  No real worries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like that I am a Gemini... Geminis totally rock!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite place to be is in my bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Mom's house still looks exactly the same as it did 10 years ago... and I really have no problem with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how long that I have been away from there to me it is still home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have always been pretty independent but right now I am the most independent that I have ever been.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first thought in the morning when I wake up is, coffee... I need coffee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It really seems that everyone I know is getting married.  Is this a sign that I am getting old?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have realized recently that I only have truly LOVED two men in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was in school I thought that I would never be done.  Now that I am done I want to go back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have come to the conclusion that having a college degree is totally overrated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I could have known my Grandparents better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My one surviving Grandfather is 91!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a Great Uncle who was killed at Pearl Harbor.  He was only 18.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween is one of my favorite holidays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was little my Dad used to sing me to sleep.  Those are some of my happiest memories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes when I'm laying in bed going to sleep I create stories in my head but for some reason they look a lot like movies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I am a minimalist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I wish I had a pet then I realize that I am not responsible enough yet for that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was little my friends used to call me mom because I always was trying to take care of everyone and make sure that they were ok.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a lot of cousins but I never get to see them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I relate times in my life to certain songs or albums.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I always have a song in my head even when I am sleeping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder sometimes if I will ever get married.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to eventually someday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents made me who I am to today, and I am proud of that.  I can only hope I can be half as good as them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask me anything about Seinfeld and I can tell you the correct answer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cant believe that I moved 1000 miles away from home for a stupid boy.  I wonder where I would be now if I didn't move?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2008 sucked... I really hope 2009 will be better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was never so proud of myself as when I lost over 20 pounds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a severely indecisive person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a friend in the Marines that is going to Afghanistan soon and I am really afraid for him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I fall easily for tall guys with cute smiles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some of the best people watching is at the airport.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edward Cullen is the epitome of the perfect man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rather go out of my way then make a difficult left turn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoking cigarettes is the most disgusting habits ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should be making way more money than I am now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't pay much for my very expensive education.  I was REALLY lucky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had a Mac book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My car is very basic.  I am just happy it gets me where I need to be safely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss dancing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE musicals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I could definitely make it in NYC.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had some horrible friends when I was in middle school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never seen Goonies or Boondock Saints... don't worry they are both on my Netflix queue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite Christmas tradition is going our for breakfast on Christmas Eve with my Dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so proud of my Mom for everything she has been through in her life.  She is a true survivor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am the cheapest date in the world.  It doesn't take much to get me over the edge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I text more than I talk on my phone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It scares me to think if I couldn't text anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex and the City is one of the best shows ever!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books are an escape into a different world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think about "the one who got away" at least once a day, if not more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was 0.1 away from graduating with honors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tried acting once and actually I wasn't half bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Christmas lights and fireworks.  They make me happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Dad's cooking is the best in the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cuss like a sailor... I've tried to stop but it's really hard.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had a DSLR.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are people with money more happy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to love Bert and Ernie.  They were so silly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping and eating are my favorite past times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One time I actually drove threw a rainbow... I am totally serious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have my baby names already picked out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I play Guitar Hero I pretend like I am a real rock star.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still sleep with a teddy bear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite book of all time is Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-3396792470928172775?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3396792470928172775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=3396792470928172775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3396792470928172775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3396792470928172775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/12/self-reflection.html' title='Self Reflection'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-5846000300921645046</id><published>2008-12-25T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:04:59.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 more minutes of Christmas</title><content type='html'>So as I write this there is about 15 more minutes left of Christmas.  All in all had a wonderful day.  I am spending my Christmas vacation with my Dad in the Windy City.  I don't even want to think about how cold it is outside now.  Probably in the single digits.  Burrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another Christmas has come and gone.  It seems like just yesterday that it was June 25th and Christmas was another 6 months away.  It seems like just yesterday.  But I had a fantastic day.  My Dad let me sleep in until 10.  It felt so nice.  That was probably my first gift of the day.  After I finally decided to get up I sat down for a while, drank some coffee and watched the wind blow the snow all around.  It was a very peaceful morning.  I made out with some wonderful Christmas gifts too.  My Dad got me the &lt;a href="http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-excited.html"&gt;perfume I had asked for&lt;/a&gt;, a really cool charm bracelet, and a very stylish weekender bag with some cute pjs inside. (Pictures to come)  It's funny, as I get older I realize that Christmas isn't really about the presents it is about spending time with your family and the people you care most about.  After all the family finally left tonight my Dad and I sat down to do what we do every year and watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085334/"&gt;A Christmas Story&lt;/a&gt; together.  He is the only one that doesn't care if I quote the movie word for word, because he does it too!  That was the highlight of my day.  I LOVE that movie and but I LOVE watching it with him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful day and you got to spend it with the people that you love the most.  Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-5846000300921645046?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5846000300921645046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=5846000300921645046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5846000300921645046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5846000300921645046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/12/15-more-minutes-of-christmas.html' title='15 more minutes of Christmas'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-8291677471723848238</id><published>2008-12-10T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:25:31.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so excited!</title><content type='html'>So... recently I have been working a lot with this production company here in town.  &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/myspace.com/parkercreekproductions"&gt;Parker Creek Productions.&lt;/a&gt;  I worked with them for their latest film "No Soliciting" and it was so much fun.  They are super nice people and really great at what they do.  On Sunday I got an email from them asking me if I would like to be an official part of their production company! And I accepted.  Of course there is no pay but, the experience I will get from working with them will be worth more than any money I could get.  Plus there is already another project in the works.  I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is our wrap party for "No Soliciting."  That should be pretty fun.  I'm bringing the Guitar Hero.  (Yes I know I haven't mentioned him in a really long time.)  But we are still friends.  He's a good friend actually.  We have a lot in common and he remembers things that I say, which to me is super important.  I could see us being in a relationship but, I think neither of us wants to be in one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to more important things... like what I want for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plaid Converse Chuck Taylors... I LOVE these shoes!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SUChx9xq6YI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XJSOE-fjCl4/s1600-h/1_80015_FS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SUChx9xq6YI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XJSOE-fjCl4/s320/1_80015_FS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278396643046779266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guess Perfume... I finally ran out of this after two years!  I love this stuff.  Smells so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SUCibUpvmYI/AAAAAAAAAII/4CdC_xSmD0s/s1600-h/Guess_New.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SUCibUpvmYI/AAAAAAAAAII/4CdC_xSmD0s/s320/Guess_New.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278397353562184066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    3.   Persuasion by Jane Austin... I've always wanted to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SUCjKu1Hp7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/k6vkZnzyS10/s1600-h/0451526384.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SUCjKu1Hp7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/k6vkZnzyS10/s320/0451526384.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278398168043071410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Off to bed.  Oh before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SUCkHby96zI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jer4VpPtwOo/s1600-h/Molly%27s+Bridal+Shower+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SUCkHby96zI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jer4VpPtwOo/s320/Molly%27s+Bridal+Shower+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278399210905791282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-8291677471723848238?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/8291677471723848238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=8291677471723848238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8291677471723848238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/8291677471723848238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-excited.html' title='I&apos;m so excited!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SUChx9xq6YI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XJSOE-fjCl4/s72-c/1_80015_FS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-6005796486589720933</id><published>2008-12-06T20:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:04:52.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So....</title><content type='html'>Remember BB?  My ex boyfriend.  Well the other day I was sitting at job #1 and I realized that it had been one year since I broke up with him.  I really can't believe it!  Where has this year gone?  I really have no idea.  What have I accomplished?  Well I did get my bachelor's degree.  I suppose that is an accomplishment.  But seriously, I think that it's totally overrated. (Just my opinion).  But here is a picture to prove that I did it anyway. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/STtMa-ymQ9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/IMJzg3oxpCk/s1600-h/S7300042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/STtMa-ymQ9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/IMJzg3oxpCk/s320/S7300042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276895414810198994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anywho... back to BB.  I haven't talked to him in a really long time.  My friends are going to kill me when they read this but sometimes I miss him.  Most of the time he was pretty good to me... most of them time.  Maybe I don't really miss him, maybe I just miss being in a relationship.  I haven't been single for this long since high school.  On the other hand, I kinda like it.  Relationships take a lot of work.  Not something I really have a lot of time for.  I mean I seriously don't have time to even do laundry let alone maintain a healthy relationship.  So, it's probably a good idea that I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides working two jobs and sleeping, this is what I have been up to lately/&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw the Twilight movie.  Good... but not great.  Book was, of course, better.  But the soundtrack is A-MAZE-ING!!!  Super good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working on a new short film with a small production company here in town.  The move is called &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/myspace.com/irl_no_soliciting"&gt;No Soliciting&lt;/a&gt;.  It should turn out really well. Here are some pics from the shoot.  I love this group of people.  They are super talented and love making movies.  They also love to collaborate with other people.  And always willing to hear others idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/STtZNjQ7f-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/oWjjiNrRLPc/s1600-h/l_14dfb6d006784bec9af0efd053cedabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/STtZNjQ7f-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/oWjjiNrRLPc/s320/l_14dfb6d006784bec9af0efd053cedabe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276909477734088674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/STtOmubWKxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BKrhI2ZX9rI/s1600-h/DSC_2633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/STtOmubWKxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BKrhI2ZX9rI/s320/DSC_2633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276897815599393554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/STtOmxcde8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/huz4O9freJg/s1600-h/DSC_2629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/STtOmxcde8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/huz4O9freJg/s320/DSC_2629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276897816409373634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sat down with them on Wednesday and we are currently working on a new story idea.  I'm really excited about this one because I get to write part of the script!  Whoop Whoop!  FYI: writing a screenplay or even dialogue is hard!  It's not like writing a story it's totally different.  I'm reading Story by &lt;a href="http://www.mckeestory.com/"&gt;Robert McKee&lt;/a&gt; the Screenplay writing Guru to get some advice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another album I am obsessed with right now is Snow Patrol's new album called A Hundred Million Suns.  You thought their last album was good.  Wait till you hear this one!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well... that's about it.  Hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend.  Also... my &lt;a href="http://madweatherwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;BFF &lt;/a&gt;was in a bad car accident last week.  I wish I could have been in the same state to help her out.  I know she is feeling lonely.  Love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/STtYuB7z8fI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dY9j_10LYOw/s1600-h/molly%27s+bachellorette+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/STtYuB7z8fI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dY9j_10LYOw/s320/molly%27s+bachellorette+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276908936211198450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-6005796486589720933?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/6005796486589720933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=6005796486589720933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6005796486589720933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/6005796486589720933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/12/so.html' title='So....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/STtMa-ymQ9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/IMJzg3oxpCk/s72-c/S7300042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-5661688374349487475</id><published>2008-12-03T06:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:09:03.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two weeks until Christmas.....</title><content type='html'>I finally put my tree up!  It's just a little tabletop one that I have had for three years but it looks great!  Pictures to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still missing my Stephanie.  Love you girl :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/STaeyN2kOtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XSKeS8Vfq6M/s1600-h/Halloween+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/STaeyN2kOtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XSKeS8Vfq6M/s320/Halloween+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275578599060290258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gotta love Halloween!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-5661688374349487475?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5661688374349487475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=5661688374349487475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5661688374349487475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5661688374349487475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-weeks-until-christmas.html' title='two weeks until Christmas.....'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/STaeyN2kOtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XSKeS8Vfq6M/s72-c/Halloween+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-484509201218117138</id><published>2008-11-27T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:12:41.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...</title><content type='html'>I have to work in 8 hours... I think Black Friday should be illegal.  I suppose it could be worse, I could have to be at work in like 4 hours.  And because I'm WAY too nice... I'm baking a cake at 1:00 in the morning.  I totally forgot I said I would do that.  Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am also a sheep.... here are some things that I am thankful for on this day, well I guess yesterday technically, that I am thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  My parents... you taught me everything I know and value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My brother... because we have the same sneeze, laugh crazy loud in the movie theater, and being a great Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My job(s)... even though I may hate them I am glad that I have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My health... although my face is waging war against me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My friends... no matter what has happened in the past, is happening right now, or may happen in the future, you are still THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My hair... it truely is my best asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My education... I would not trade it for anything in the world... I am truely blessed to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Music... it seems to calm even the savage beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  My car... I dont care if it doesnt have any bells or whistles... it runs... thats really all I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  My country... to be able to live free and make my own decisions is truely something to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a good and restful Thanksgiving.  Pictures of my homemade cherry pie to come.  Well my cake is done now... I'm going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-484509201218117138?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/484509201218117138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=484509201218117138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/484509201218117138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/484509201218117138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/11/ugh.html' title='Ugh...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-89408276227945157</id><published>2008-11-27T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:35:17.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Lots to write about but I don't have to time right now!  I gotta get ready for Turkey Day!  Thanks to my friend &lt;a href="http://mamasaidno.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erin &lt;/a&gt;and her family for taking me in today!  I can't wait to eat some good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here is my weekly post.... Miss you Stephy.  On this day most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SS7aBTATJEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8p1eT4W9ij4/s1600-h/HPIM0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SS7aBTATJEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8p1eT4W9ij4/s320/HPIM0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273391929513681986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-89408276227945157?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/89408276227945157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=89408276227945157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/89408276227945157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/89408276227945157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SS7aBTATJEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8p1eT4W9ij4/s72-c/HPIM0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-2316099538433828287</id><published>2008-11-24T11:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:56:33.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!</title><content type='html'>So as you all know I am a little obsessed with the latest book craze &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight.html"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;.  As you probably also know the movie for the first book came out this past Friday.  While it wasn't anywhere near as good as the book they still did a pretty good job.  Now, I really pictured Edward, the main character in the book, quite differently then the actor they chose for the movie but as it turns out I really could care less.  The actor they chose, Robert Pattinson, is absolutely one of the most gorgeous guys I have ever seen.  I mean seriously look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SSsDRP-EBkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3RQIgMscFuI/s1600-h/robert_pattinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SSsDRP-EBkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3RQIgMscFuI/s320/robert_pattinson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272311383646799426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boss and I have been drooling over him all morning.  I asked her earlier today... "How come guys don't look like that here?"  She was like I have no idea!  Maybe because he is British.  Who knows... but for know he will stay as my desktop background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-2316099538433828287?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/2316099538433828287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=2316099538433828287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2316099538433828287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2316099538433828287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html' title='OMG!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SSsDRP-EBkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3RQIgMscFuI/s72-c/robert_pattinson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-4455889782801932713</id><published>2008-11-18T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:05:26.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cali is too far away...</title><content type='html'>I miss you Stephanie... and like I told you... I plan to post a picture a week until you get back.  Hopefully I won't run out.  And if I do, I'll just start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SSMfiT9ZloI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6JZooQ9THSw/s1600-h/HPIM0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SSMfiT9ZloI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6JZooQ9THSw/s320/HPIM0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270090663287428738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-4455889782801932713?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4455889782801932713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=4455889782801932713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4455889782801932713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4455889782801932713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/11/cali-is-too-far-away.html' title='Cali is too far away...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SSMfiT9ZloI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6JZooQ9THSw/s72-c/HPIM0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-7615896214998691944</id><published>2008-11-17T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:15:19.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorkgasam</title><content type='html'>I can not wait.... I haven't been this excited since last summer when the final book came out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cdn.springboard.gorillanation.com/storage/xplayer/thd001.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="500" height="399" swliveconnect="true" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" flashvars="e=4bffc0037b3a3a49328d685cccfc7c21cc002973d57a44951a38fddf065f5c696a66be9b89ee2d2f0947d4e15d253124c7d296b9a2a5d695fdd446d15f64f11765e4803069f68732f2dfd81402967dbf383ccf85d3b0fceb&amp;amp;width=500&amp;amp;height=399&amp;amp;pid=thd001&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;allowscriptaccess=always&amp;amp;usefullscreen=true&amp;amp;trueurl=undefined"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-7615896214998691944?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/7615896214998691944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=7615896214998691944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/7615896214998691944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/7615896214998691944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/11/dorkgasam.html' title='Dorkgasam'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-185875672663038773</id><published>2008-11-12T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:05:55.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Also...</title><content type='html'>I miss my best friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SRu1mAKc5qI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XnM3UAZsRXk/s1600-h/24th+birthday+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SRu1mAKc5qI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XnM3UAZsRXk/s320/24th+birthday+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268003853623420578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-185875672663038773?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/185875672663038773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=185875672663038773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/185875672663038773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/185875672663038773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/11/also.html' title='Also...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SRu1mAKc5qI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XnM3UAZsRXk/s72-c/24th+birthday+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-882435198890237895</id><published>2008-11-12T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:34:49.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All my life...</title><content type='html'>...I had sort of a plan as to what I was going to do next.  After Kindergarten comes first grade, then second, third and so forth.  Junior high is after elementary then high school then of course college.  I spent 6 years of college just to graduate.  Then as of last May I stood in line at graduation with my cap and gown and I graduated.  I had earned my college degree.  This is what I had spent my whole entire life working for.  Ok... so now what?  Alright... get a job.  Easier said then done.  I had absolutely no idea how hard this was going to be.  If I would have imagined my life 6 months after graduating from college it would not have been this.  I'm f---ing broke.  Not only did I have to get a roommate because I couldn't afford to live on my own but as of last weekend I had to get a second job.  Yes, Becky will be working retail.  I have not worked retail since high school.  And yes I will be working Black Friday.  Dear Lord I am not looking forward to that day.  On one hand I am in a really rough place in my life right now but on the other I know I should feel grateful that I even have one job.  I know there are a lot of people that don't even have one job right now.  But damnit!  That shouldn't be me.  I have a degree from a good university with stellar grades.  WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?!!  Am I not trying hard enough?  Am I not looking in the right places?  I've become so frustrated with myself.  I feel so completely lost.  I feel like I have lost direction in my life.  And it is SO not a very good feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-882435198890237895?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/882435198890237895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=882435198890237895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/882435198890237895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/882435198890237895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-my-life.html' title='All my life...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-1364824827508929294</id><published>2008-11-06T18:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:16:20.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change...</title><content type='html'>It's a word that we having been hearing a lot lately.  Our country has a lot change coming its way.  But so do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One major change for me is that my best friend &lt;a href="http://madweatherwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie &lt;/a&gt;left yesterday for California.  She will be there for about 5 months.  (She got a temporary job there for the winter.)  While I am very happy for her for this great opportunity I can't help but feel a little bit selfish.... I'm going to miss her... A LOT.  It really didn't hit me that she was leaving until this past Monday when I said goodbye to her.  I gave her a great big hug said "see you in April" and got into my car, drove away and started to cry.  I guess I didn't realize until then what a big part of my life she is.  I mean I always know that she is... it just really struck me at that moment.  I know it's just 5 months and she will be back but still... that's almost half a year.  But on the other hand I am so proud of her.  She got this great opportunity to do this job and instead of saying "no, I can't leave my boyfriend and my friends for 5 months," she said of course!  She is a very strong person that realizes a great opportunity when she sees it.  Maybe that's why she is such a good friend, because I look up to her.  She is confident in who she is and what she wants to do with her life.  She trusts herself enough to move away from everything she knows for half a year to do something that she loves.  That is the person I long to be.  As for now I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to a rest with my dating.  At least for a while.  I have gone on about 4 first dates in the past couple of months and all of them have been pretty disappointing.  The last one was a complete waste of time except for the free movie and dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He answered his phone during the movie... that's a cardinal sin in my book... then left the theater for almost ten minutes to talk.  THEN had the nerve to ask me when he got back, "So, what happened?"  I said, "You're kidding right?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to Johnny Carinos for dinner and he says to me,"I don't normally go to fancy places like this." It took every fiber in my being to not fall off my chair laughing.  I wonder what he thinks is a non fancy restaurant... Whataburger? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He wore his baseball hat during dinner.  Ok while Johnny Carinos isn't a "fancy" restaurant as he claimed it was, at least take your hat off during dinner.  Didn't your mother teach you better manners?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Lets hope some change will come to my life soon.  I so desperately need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-1364824827508929294?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/1364824827508929294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=1364824827508929294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1364824827508929294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/1364824827508929294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/11/change.html' title='Change...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-4895096930903668797</id><published>2008-11-04T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:54:29.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day!!</title><content type='html'>Just a reminder to go out and vote today.  Do your duty as an American and vote.  Should be very interesting tonight.  For me I will be glued to my couch watching the election results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-4895096930903668797?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/4895096930903668797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=4895096930903668797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4895096930903668797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/4895096930903668797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-2348493836308855014</id><published>2008-10-30T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:15:04.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love this!</title><content type='html'>Has anyone else seen this?  I was crying I was laughing so hard when I saw this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AAgj5eKm8kg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/AAgj5eKm8kg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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/5310352919403684568-2348493836308855014?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/2348493836308855014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=2348493836308855014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2348493836308855014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/2348493836308855014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/10/gotta-love-this.html' title='Gotta love this!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-3604234505196679589</id><published>2008-10-23T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:20:52.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not going to believe this!</title><content type='html'>Ok... so Saturday &lt;a href="http://madweatherwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thediydork.blogspot.com/"&gt;Molly&lt;/a&gt;, and a couple other friends and I went to go see Chicago (the musical) at one of the local theaters here in town.  It was great!  And it was only $20.  We had a really good time.   Except for one thing.  During intermission I was in line for the women's restroom, and it was a pretty long line.  I was chatting with this nice woman behind me (her son was in the show)  When this older lady, maybe in her 50's 60's,  comes out of the restroom exclaiming how long the line was.  Looks at me and says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady: wow this line is really long.  They should really let the pregnant ladies go first (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;points to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: my mouth hanging open... the blood is slowly rising to my face&lt;br /&gt;She walks away... but then comes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Did you just call me pregnant?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lady&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Looks at me like a deer in the headlights and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just FYI... I wasn't just a little bit miffed... I was full fledged PISSED OFF! A woman does not just say that to another woman unless she is about to pop.  Ok, yes I was wearing an umpire waist shirt but I don't think I looked in the least bit pregnant!   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My friends were very comforting.  Saying things along the lines of "You do NOT look pregnant Becky."  And "That lady was stupid Becky, F*ck her."  and "You look stylish and beautiful.  She's just jealous."  Just goes to show you that I have great friends.  Love you guys :-)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-3604234505196679589?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3604234505196679589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=3604234505196679589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3604234505196679589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3604234505196679589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-not-going-to-believe-this.html' title='You&apos;re not going to believe this!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-958870189668415414</id><published>2008-10-16T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:52:40.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I am alive...</title><content type='html'>unbeknowinst to you all.  I just haven't felt like blogging in a while.  I am finally all moved into my new place.  I love it!  It's huge... well I guess anything is huge compared to my old place.  Also, so far so good on the roommate situation.  She is really down to earth and sweet.  We get along great!  I kinda like having someone around once in a while you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what else... I still hate my job.  But I figured nothing is going to change unless I make it change.  So I am applying for anything and everything!  I have just been going on to monster and craigslist and applying for whatever I see that looks slightly interesting.  I have also come to the conclusion that I may need a second job in the mean time.  All of my savings are gone.  And I WILL NOT go into credit card debt.  So... I'm not sure what kind of job yet but something to give me a little bit more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out what I am going to be for Halloween!  But it is a surprise!  So you will just have to wait and see until I post pictures.  It is pretty original so I am sure no one else will have it at any of the parties that I will be attending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news my &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0943927/"&gt;uncle &lt;/a&gt;(the actor) is shooting a movie with my favorite directors right now.  The &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001053/"&gt;Coen &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001054/"&gt;Brothers&lt;/a&gt;!  When I heard this I almost fainted I was so excited!  Maybe he could get me an autograph or something!  I would just die.  If you haven't seen No Country for Old Men then you need to go rent it right now!  It was one of the best movies of last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really new in the guy department.  I have been on a couple "eh" dates but nothing that gave me fireworks yet.  We shall see.  I kinda like not having to worry about a guy.  It really gives me time to concentrate on myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-958870189668415414?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/958870189668415414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=958870189668415414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/958870189668415414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/958870189668415414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-i-am-alive.html' title='Yes I am alive...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-7839245123096516926</id><published>2008-09-28T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:32:52.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and Pieces</title><content type='html'>Well lets see... what has been going on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Twilight yesterday.  It was SO good!  I definitely recommend it.  I started the next book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;.  I heard it's not as good as the first but hardly anything ever is.  I'll let you know what it's like as I get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?  What else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it was &lt;a href="http://madweatherwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday celebration this Saturday. Her real B-Day is on Tuesday. We had a great time! We started off the night at Houlihan's for dinner than on to a local bar. We played a million games of pool. I didn't do too bad. I'm getting better. The past couple of guys that I have dated were so determined to teach me that I actually picked up a couple things. I wasn't feeling too well near the end of the night so I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she is realizing how old she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SOBLpGMT2oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/As8Lm2lmyiY/s1600-h/me+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SOBLpGMT2oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/As8Lm2lmyiY/s320/me+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251280334922963586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SOBLG0GePuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7gepyvpTFGQ/s1600-h/me+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SOBLG0GePuI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7gepyvpTFGQ/s320/me+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251279745951088354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks so happy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SOBLGetETPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/h-uqxtVojng/s1600-h/me+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SOBLGetETPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/h-uqxtVojng/s320/me+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251279740207385842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a segue into my next story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was laying down, I got a text for my friend that I work with.    It wouldn't have been unusual but it was almost 2 o'clock in the morning.  I read it and it says, "Your new apartment is on fire.  Burning up."  I was like WHAT??!!!  She calls me and tell she is across the street at her apartment complex and there is like 10 fire trucks outside of the apartments that I'm going to be moving into in a couple of weeks and one of the buildings is on fire.  So I get some clothes on and drive over there... its like 3 minutes away from where I live now... and boy was she right.  One of the apartment buildings in the complex was completely on fire.  As I stand there watching it I figure out that the building that is on fire is not anywhere near the one that we will be moving into.  Thank God!  It was really scary though.  There were people running around and fire fighters all over the place.  I drove by this morning to look at the building in the daylight.  The top apartments where it started I guess, was completely destroyed.  I'm just glad it didn't happen when I was living there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all this fire stuff really made me think.  If there was a fire in my house and I had only a couple of minutes to get out... what would I take?  And this is what I came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My stuffed care bear... I've had it since I was a baby and really means a lot to me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My external hard drive... it has all my pictures and all of my music on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the locket my Grandma gave me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;If your house were burning down... what would you take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-7839245123096516926?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/7839245123096516926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=7839245123096516926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/7839245123096516926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/7839245123096516926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/09/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and Pieces'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SOBLpGMT2oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/As8Lm2lmyiY/s72-c/me+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-5895826268334428304</id><published>2008-09-24T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:02:15.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new car pictures... finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SNrwiWozXMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vDRuc-xC34Q/s1600-h/me+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SNrwiWozXMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vDRuc-xC34Q/s320/me+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249772788636671170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SNrwiifnq7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1SLlqg5_W5w/s1600-h/me+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SNrwiifnq7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/1SLlqg5_W5w/s320/me+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249772791819381682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my beautiful new car!  Sorry it took so long for me to post, but here it is!   I've been trying to think of a name for it.  And I haven't come up with anything cool yet.  It's definitely a her.  If you have any ideas... let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-5895826268334428304?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/5895826268334428304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=5895826268334428304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5895826268334428304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/5895826268334428304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-car-pictures-finally.html' title='new car pictures... finally'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SNrwiWozXMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vDRuc-xC34Q/s72-c/me+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-3545956092242566934</id><published>2008-09-23T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:14:10.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/theecullens/Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/theecullens/Twilight.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to some friends at work I have found a new addiction.  While no book could ever take the place of my first love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n1/n5584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n1/n5584.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twilight has settled my longing for something irresistible that I can not put down.  I long for the work day to be over so I can read.  I light my cider scented candle and prop my self up on my couch for a good read.  Stephanie Meyer has taken everyone's perfect man and made him come alive on the pages of her first novel.  With one big exception... he's kinda a vampire.   Now I sound like a book critic or something.  Anyway... I had to take a quick break from the book to share with you all how great it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-3545956092242566934?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3545956092242566934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=3545956092242566934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3545956092242566934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3545956092242566934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-addiction.html' title='My new addiction'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-3625048654146784044</id><published>2008-09-22T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:02:34.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh perfect job.... where art thou?</title><content type='html'>So it has been 4 months and 12 days since they played pomp and circumstance and I so proudly held my head up high and marched across the stage and received my oh so elite Bachelor of Arts diploma.  My question now is.... oh perfect job... where art thou?  Actually let me rephrase that last statement.  Oh job... any job... where art thou? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question formed in my head today while I was at my current position.  Am I really cleaning up after children?  Really?  With my thousands of dollars education?  REALLY?  I'm so frustrated right now.  I shouldn't have to do this anymore.  Why did I go to school?  Please someone give me some motivation quick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did send my cover letter and resume to this one ad agency that had posted a job opening last week.  This job would be so perfect!  I would have 18 paid holidays a year!  Full health insurance and a 401K!  Please everyone pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-3625048654146784044?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/3625048654146784044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=3625048654146784044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3625048654146784044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/3625048654146784044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-perfect-job-where-art-thou.html' title='oh perfect job.... where art thou?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310352919403684568.post-7629199267021010604</id><published>2008-09-21T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T19:07:09.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW CAR!</title><content type='html'>So you won't hear me bitching about my car ever again... hopefully.  Because last Thursday night I bought a new car.  Well technically it's not new new, but new to me.  It's a 06 Mitsubishi Lancer.  It's blue and beautiful!  Is it possible to be in love with a car?  I think so.  It doesn't make weird sounds.  I'm not afraid to drive it!  It's wonderful.  And the payments are really reasonable too.  I can definitely afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buying experience was really strange.  Strange in a good way I guess.  As you know I have been looking for a new car for a while.  Almost all summer.  I had been looking online everyday to see if I could find a good deal.  Well, I kept going back to the Lancer.  It was a good price, low miles, seemed to look ok, so I decided to just go and test drive it on Thursday.  Next thing I know I'm sitting in the financing office signing documents.  Now this may not sound strange to anyone else but I was strange for me.  Yes, I have been living on my own for almost 5 years... but I have always felt the need to ask my Mom's permission before I made big decisions.  As I was sitting in the dealership I just kept thinking to myself... "Oh What's Mom going to think?"  "She's going to say that I can't afford this or something."  "I should really call her and ask her if it's ok."  But then it dawned on me.  I'm 24 years old.  I have a college degree.  I have my own apartment.  I have a job (not a good one) but a job.  I pay my bills.  I don't need to ask her if it's ok.  I'm pretty sure I'm a big girl now.  I'm buying this f---ing car!  And I did.  And you know what... she told me how proud she was of me.  Doing this all on my own.  Taking care of everything.  She was almost crying on the phone.  I'm proud of myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've asked this question before.  But how do you know when you are an adult?  These are some of the ways that I have figured out so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you meet a guy out somewhere you look to see if he is wearing a wedding ring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You go to more weddings in a year then birthday parties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your friends from high school are having babies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get a $50,000 life insurance policy (yes I did that yesterday... what?  it was as good deal)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's all I can think of right now.  I'm sure there is more.  Let me know if you think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW... pictures of the Lancer coming soon... I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310352919403684568-7629199267021010604?l=asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/feeds/7629199267021010604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310352919403684568&amp;postID=7629199267021010604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/7629199267021010604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310352919403684568/posts/default/7629199267021010604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmyworldturns-becky.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-car.html' title='NEW CAR!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12773738911632993853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I93WCVjUmZM/SVgYXqRW8iI/AAAAAAAAAIk/88LMDC35wtw/S220/me5.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
