<?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-8472683215288186576</id><updated>2012-01-28T18:43:58.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-5890783191259855775</id><published>2012-01-08T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:24:20.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baili's song</title><content type='html'>A song by Baili Rose Elber. 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We made crapes with strawberries and bananas and peaches and yogurt, bacon, and muffin tin egg omelets, and of course OJ. It was so fun to have them over. While they were here it started snowing (the snow here has been uh not so here this winter, which I am not complaining about by any means, just saying). The snow flakes were like sheets of paper. They were huge. I love it when it snows like that. Its like real snow in my opinion. Anyways, the girls wanted to go out and play in it, I was holding Sam so I sent them on their way with Aimee. They tried to catch the flakes in their mouths. It was fun to watch. Once they all got out there they realized they all had on the fuzzy hooded coats, and Aimee had to get a picture. It was not easy to get a pic because their hats were so Fuphy (is that a word?) that it was hard to get all three of them in the shot. I was standing at the door watching with Sam, so Aimee got a picture of me doing that as well. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are the pictures from that day. It was fun, and will be a memory I will have forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BILk4dF0_Xc/TwUIZ7Fx8kI/AAAAAAAAAwo/p6FOrjtkTqE/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BILk4dF0_Xc/TwUIZ7Fx8kI/AAAAAAAAAwo/p6FOrjtkTqE/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693966545331548738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSPYeJMTZ8Q/TwUIZrDrqQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/yuYssue_o-I/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSPYeJMTZ8Q/TwUIZrDrqQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/yuYssue_o-I/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693966541027780866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLwEPoesR2A/TwUIYnozJ-I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/zLJdJ0w27y8/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLwEPoesR2A/TwUIYnozJ-I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/zLJdJ0w27y8/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693966522929850338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHr_p-e7Z8M/TwUIYElXgKI/AAAAAAAAAwE/k7hwkveok4o/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nHr_p-e7Z8M/TwUIYElXgKI/AAAAAAAAAwE/k7hwkveok4o/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693966513520214178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRQdaSJQYfA/TwUIX3DMHII/AAAAAAAAAv4/kvn4hg_bPaI/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRQdaSJQYfA/TwUIX3DMHII/AAAAAAAAAv4/kvn4hg_bPaI/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693966509887200386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-6375151045646914047?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/6375151045646914047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2012/01/s-no-w-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6375151045646914047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6375151045646914047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2012/01/s-no-w-fun.html' title='S-no-W Fun'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BILk4dF0_Xc/TwUIZ7Fx8kI/AAAAAAAAAwo/p6FOrjtkTqE/s72-c/Christmas%2B2011%2B018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-7756631254574702371</id><published>2012-01-04T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T18:12:56.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being crafty</title><content type='html'>So a couple years ago (years?!!!) my good friend and her son were living with me and moved out. When they moved she asked me if I wanted an old dresser that she was going to just be getting rid of. I said yes thinking that I would fix it up and give it a little TLC. Well two years later I finally did it. Here are some before and after pictures of it. I got the idea on pintrest on what to do with it. I found some scrapbook paper that I really liked and it went well with my bedroom colors that I have got going on. So I spray painted the dresser brown and then I cut and mod poged the paper to the drawers. I went to Lowe's and got some new knobs and Walla! I think it turned out pretty nice if you ask me. And it was super easy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WVhWnYUB1_M/TwUFZPrNkKI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Mrs7h3Ea6qI/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WVhWnYUB1_M/TwUFZPrNkKI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Mrs7h3Ea6qI/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693963235142504610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ6TlWUurK8/TwUFY69NMiI/AAAAAAAAAu4/kZIKzCZVA9s/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EJ6TlWUurK8/TwUFY69NMiI/AAAAAAAAAu4/kZIKzCZVA9s/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693963229580833314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3o6ZlIgPrk/TwUFaejZNPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/f7bDOi396kI/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u3o6ZlIgPrk/TwUFaejZNPI/AAAAAAAAAvs/f7bDOi396kI/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693963256316114162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yy_eKxvxiR8/TwUFaMBovsI/AAAAAAAAAvc/cdATUZpYu5o/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yy_eKxvxiR8/TwUFaMBovsI/AAAAAAAAAvc/cdATUZpYu5o/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693963251342687938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_sDkUcc8nM/TwUFZUYCRjI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/t-io959Wtnc/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m_sDkUcc8nM/TwUFZUYCRjI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/t-io959Wtnc/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693963236404250162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-7756631254574702371?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/7756631254574702371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2012/01/being-crafty.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7756631254574702371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7756631254574702371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2012/01/being-crafty.html' title='Being crafty'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WVhWnYUB1_M/TwUFZPrNkKI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Mrs7h3Ea6qI/s72-c/Christmas%2B2011%2B027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-3468633082688547741</id><published>2011-12-23T09:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:17:42.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Festivities</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we made some gingerbread houses. We make them using graham crackers, and as you can see from he pictures LOTS of candy. We had John and his kids come over and make them with us. We had a lot of fun making them, and the girls were on a sugar high for a while after that. They both were very excited about how theirs turned out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was Baili and Kristen's primary program. They both wore the dresses that Grandma and Grandpa Weber got them for their birthdays. They are so pretty. The program went off well. They both said their parts well and sang so pretty. Baili's part was "Repentance brings forgiveness" and Kristen's part was "Reverence is love and respect for God." I love the primary program and I look forward to it every year. All the kids are so cute and fun to watch, and their sweet little voices just make me melt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-sfW9cbMAs/TvS1KzP-zDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/-DjX869lJXk/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-sfW9cbMAs/TvS1KzP-zDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/-DjX869lJXk/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371426436336690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYEPyizeF40/TvS1J5_C-1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/yC_OqjO-dwM/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYEPyizeF40/TvS1J5_C-1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/yC_OqjO-dwM/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371411064486738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFJjXaBuDQ0/TvS1JqOpAlI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AEwcnGakHuI/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFJjXaBuDQ0/TvS1JqOpAlI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AEwcnGakHuI/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371406834926162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kh-oIG50IGw/TvS1IuCVO9I/AAAAAAAAAuE/QPbLZePipFI/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kh-oIG50IGw/TvS1IuCVO9I/AAAAAAAAAuE/QPbLZePipFI/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371390677171154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDZJv5tvQVo/TvS1IY4aXuI/AAAAAAAAAt4/9vhcBNyRqEs/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDZJv5tvQVo/TvS1IY4aXuI/AAAAAAAAAt4/9vhcBNyRqEs/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689371384998420194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-3468633082688547741?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/3468633082688547741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-festivities.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3468633082688547741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3468633082688547741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-festivities.html' title='Holiday Festivities'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-sfW9cbMAs/TvS1KzP-zDI/AAAAAAAAAuo/-DjX869lJXk/s72-c/Christmas%2B2011%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-2691344520026064614</id><published>2011-12-20T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T19:46:28.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-up or warrior paint?</title><content type='html'>There is a young woman in my ward who is my "usual" baby-sitter for the girls. She is so sweet and my girls love her. Over the last two years our families have gotten somewhat close and my girls just love their sitter. She spoils them too, which I think may be one reason why they love her so. Well last Saturday at our ward Christmas breakfast, my girls were talking with their sitter and she asked them what they wanted to Christmas. Kristen stated she wanted a licence plate (aka drivers licence) and Baili wanted a make-up set. Well last night she stopped by baring gifts. My girls were ecstatic. She gave Kristen a decorated with beads licence plate and gave Baili a nice little make-up set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well over the last two days they girls have decided that their rooms should become "play rooms" (imagine that concept). I was/am all for this idea and I lovingly encouraged this idea. I support them in keeping their toys in their playroom, and using their sweet imaginations in their playroom forts they build and other such activities that they do in their playrooms. I support them because, well I would not want to be the mother who wouldn't let her own kids have fun in their playroom, and because I'm cool like that. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tonight after dinner they decided to go play makeover in their playroom. At first they came upstairs with some eye shadow on. And if you ask me it was done pretty well for a 7 year old. But then they got a little carried away and this was the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBzTaoZd6Hw/TvFTQQKA_OI/AAAAAAAAAtg/MkORdqaxf40/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBzTaoZd6Hw/TvFTQQKA_OI/AAAAAAAAAtg/MkORdqaxf40/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688419343025634530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsuwWsvAKiI/TvFTRcw9HaI/AAAAAAAAAts/HdnHnqlfzjY/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsuwWsvAKiI/TvFTRcw9HaI/AAAAAAAAAts/HdnHnqlfzjY/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688419363590053282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66Oe9se4xUc/TvFTQEESN1I/AAAAAAAAAtU/Snde3GkV_5w/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-66Oe9se4xUc/TvFTQEESN1I/AAAAAAAAAtU/Snde3GkV_5w/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688419339780372306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-2691344520026064614?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/2691344520026064614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/12/make-up-or-warrior-paint.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2691344520026064614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2691344520026064614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/12/make-up-or-warrior-paint.html' title='Make-up or warrior paint?'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBzTaoZd6Hw/TvFTQQKA_OI/AAAAAAAAAtg/MkORdqaxf40/s72-c/Christmas%2B2011%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-879930445926429826</id><published>2011-12-18T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T20:09:46.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal entries</title><content type='html'>So Baili brought home her school journal for me to read and enjoy over the holidays. Which I have been enjoying oh so much. So much in fact that I decided to share with you a couple of my favorite entries. &lt;br /&gt;Every morning when she gets to school she sits down at her desk and writes in her journal. Usually it is about what happened the day before, or what she did over the weekend. So as you read the entries know that they are mostly accurate. Also remember that all entries are according to her sweet 7 year old mind and how she sees things happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQebuofkRRQ/Tu64jZYoFBI/AAAAAAAAAtI/WaNwixU2l0A/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQebuofkRRQ/Tu64jZYoFBI/AAAAAAAAAtI/WaNwixU2l0A/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687686297664623634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This says October is my favorite month, but I call it rocktober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GVGLc2r5TM/Tu64jcldFbI/AAAAAAAAAs4/UhGAhiN8OcI/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_GVGLc2r5TM/Tu64jcldFbI/AAAAAAAAAs4/UhGAhiN8OcI/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687686298523735474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This says Yesterday we went trick or treating we had fun. We thought we saw a haunted house. We got a lot of candy. Next we went to Grandmas house. ( on the back of this page it says, we had a lot of fun). I love the picture in this one. For Halloween she was a flapper girl and Kristen was a witch. And the picture of me makes me smile. For obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ7KZXKNOJg/Tu64jEbAmjI/AAAAAAAAAsw/kvZuYm-lWHg/s1600/Christmas%2B2011%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uJ7KZXKNOJg/Tu64jEbAmjI/AAAAAAAAAsw/kvZuYm-lWHg/s400/Christmas%2B2011%2B027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687686292037474866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one says Today we have the surprise baby girl shower we will have fun. 3 days until my birthday. I love my aunts. I love me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-879930445926429826?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/879930445926429826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/12/journal-entries.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/879930445926429826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/879930445926429826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/12/journal-entries.html' title='Journal entries'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DQebuofkRRQ/Tu64jZYoFBI/AAAAAAAAAtI/WaNwixU2l0A/s72-c/Christmas%2B2011%2B029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-8264255630585303121</id><published>2011-11-30T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T17:00:15.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Happenings</title><content type='html'>So about 2 months ago Kristen and Baili were playing, they were playing rough. Every time they start to get rough with each other I warn them that someone is going to get hurt. We sure enough within 10 seconds of saying this, Kristen bonks her mouth on Baili's head. After settling her down I look at her mouth and sure enough the blow had knocked one of her top front teeth loose. I mean sooo loose. I was sure it would come out within the next couple of days. Boy was I wrong. It had been 2 months and it still was not coming out. It got so loose that she could turn her tooth completely around more than one time, like 3 times around. It was so gross. She even had it turned on its side. I was not coming out! I told her I needed to try and when I did, sure enough it still did not come out. It was STUCK in there sooo good. I worried that if I forced it that I would pull a nerve out or something horrible. &lt;br /&gt;So we get to the dentist and they take a x-ray of her mouth, and come tell me that all 4 of her top teeth need to be pulled right away! I was shocked. Seriously...why? Well apparently her front permanent teeth were coming in with a vengeance and room needed to be made before all of her teeth were forced to move. The one that was loose, the gums had taken hold of the tooth and they had to snip it off (good thing I did not pull). Anyways, she was on happy gas and I thought that she looked too funny. She was being super silly too. Saying weird things about teeth and vegetables and other random things. &lt;br /&gt;She did not like the tingling feeling her lip got when the numbness wore off, but other than that she did great. Below are the pictures of the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gx5rUUdhEY/TtbOO9auvUI/AAAAAAAAAr0/MXNB8hBooVI/s1600/aftermath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gx5rUUdhEY/TtbOO9auvUI/AAAAAAAAAr0/MXNB8hBooVI/s400/aftermath.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680954736374627650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZlwP1QutEI/TtbOO-ckeKI/AAAAAAAAArs/9R2L5Xc7fLI/s1600/happy%2Bgas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nZlwP1QutEI/TtbOO-ckeKI/AAAAAAAAArs/9R2L5Xc7fLI/s400/happy%2Bgas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680954736650778786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KQy16fcf2c/TtbOOzExDSI/AAAAAAAAArg/DcLbdIMsbBQ/s1600/loose%2Btooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KQy16fcf2c/TtbOOzExDSI/AAAAAAAAArg/DcLbdIMsbBQ/s400/loose%2Btooth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680954733598149922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-8264255630585303121?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/8264255630585303121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/11/tooth-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/8264255630585303121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/8264255630585303121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/11/tooth-happenings.html' title='Tooth Happenings'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gx5rUUdhEY/TtbOO9auvUI/AAAAAAAAAr0/MXNB8hBooVI/s72-c/aftermath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-7986114042120432568</id><published>2011-09-25T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T10:26:06.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk WHAT???</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows my Dad, know that he is an amazing man. He is too funny for words and when he decides to write down events that have taken place that he is a part of you know its going to be good. &lt;br /&gt;Well last Friday September 23 2011 (which was my dads birthday) he and my mom went to a Western BBQ with my girls Baili and Kristen at their school. I was not able to attend because I myself was in school classes that day as well. So my parents took on the challenge. &lt;br /&gt;It seemed to be quit the tale and my Dad took it upon himself to share the events of the day through an email he sent to my siblings. Below is the tall tale. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I did. I plan to keep this story for years to come and share it with my girls as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this story "Milk WHAT???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what happens in the lunch room at school that makes you realize&lt;br /&gt;it's a changing world. We should eat the ice cream before it melts.&lt;br /&gt;We (Grandma and I) went to Baili and Kirsten's school to have "BBQ"&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with them. I was excited to get a BBQ Burger and "Chips' from&lt;br /&gt;the school lunch cafeteria. What could they possibly do to a&lt;br /&gt;hamburger and pre packaged chips I thought. Upon arrival we paid for&lt;br /&gt;our lunch, collected up Kristen and waited for Baili to show up in the&lt;br /&gt;big room where the food was being served by people with clear gloves&lt;br /&gt;on. I wondered if the gloves were for their protection or mine? With&lt;br /&gt;hungry children in tow we proceeded to the formal lunch line. There&lt;br /&gt;were lots of hungry children present and parents or others from a&lt;br /&gt;previous generation. Presenting our "Ticket" we were given a&lt;br /&gt;Styrofoam multi compartment tray. I remember the days when we used&lt;br /&gt;the brown speckled plastic you can't break this tray. Generally these&lt;br /&gt;plastic trays had particles of the previous meal or possibly a portion&lt;br /&gt;of some meal in the distant past. So, the new Styrofoam multi&lt;br /&gt;compartment tray could be a good thing. We are now approaching the&lt;br /&gt;area where food is distributed to your Styrofoam tray by those people&lt;br /&gt;wearing clear plastic gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeseburger? was the question. I responded to the affirmative and my&lt;br /&gt;hamburger selected at random from a distribution tray of 50 +/-&lt;br /&gt;prepared hamburger / bun combinations was opened and a slice of cheese&lt;br /&gt;stuffed inside. About 1/3 of the cheese made in into the prepared&lt;br /&gt;hamburger - bun combination thus converting this generic hamburger to&lt;br /&gt;a "cheeseburger". It seems appropriate at this point to add a note&lt;br /&gt;that in the course of approaching the first distribution point which&lt;br /&gt;was the main course, I scanned the prepared hamburgers, did not notice&lt;br /&gt;any movement in the tray and all appeared to be acceptable. The&lt;br /&gt;stainless steel tray gave the appearance of food service excellence&lt;br /&gt;and professionalism. The combination unit hit my Styrofoam tray and&lt;br /&gt;I evaluated the cheese placement and decided to make adjustments so&lt;br /&gt;that I had a full cheeseburger considering most of the cheese was not&lt;br /&gt;on the burger. The next station required a brief consultation with&lt;br /&gt;the young person who was so willing to place another item on my&lt;br /&gt;Styrofoam tray. I retracted the tray until I received sufficient&lt;br /&gt;information after my inquiry - What's that? The data provided by the&lt;br /&gt;optical sensors was somewhat distorted. The substance was either&lt;br /&gt;Beans or Chocolate cake in a cup. Since one of the options was Beans,&lt;br /&gt;the information processor immediately flagged the substance as&lt;br /&gt;questionable, hence the retraction of the Styrofoam tray. The&lt;br /&gt;dispensing individual responded to the inquiry and confirmed the&lt;br /&gt;substance was in fact Beans. Without a taste test it would be&lt;br /&gt;difficult to determine what the substance was. I did not want to pass&lt;br /&gt;up chocolate cake if that was in fact the substance in question. The&lt;br /&gt;additional data provided by the distribution professional (with clear&lt;br /&gt;plastic gloves) serving was sufficient confirmation. Following a&lt;br /&gt;brief period of disappointment that it was not chocolate cake, I&lt;br /&gt;declined the offer and proceeded to the next station. At the next&lt;br /&gt;station, there was no opportunity to determine what the object was&lt;br /&gt;that so quickly landed on my Styrofoam tray. Upon close examination,&lt;br /&gt;the wrapper provided the needed info that this rectangular shaped item&lt;br /&gt;was an ice cream sandwich. This data was quickly processed and the&lt;br /&gt;object was accepted. After all, it was pre packaged by others and&lt;br /&gt;what could possibly happen to it prior to being placed on my Styrofoam&lt;br /&gt;tray. At the next station I received a "scoop" of what appeared to be&lt;br /&gt;fruit cocktail. I actually got 8 grapes, a fragment of a cherry and&lt;br /&gt;some yellow squares. Not so many yellow squares though. I next&lt;br /&gt;received the long awaited bag of "chips." Baili told me I would get&lt;br /&gt;some of these. I have had these before, 2 fairly large potato chips,&lt;br /&gt;one smaller one and multiple pieces that would probably sum up to&lt;br /&gt;another medium size chip once upon a time. At the next station which&lt;br /&gt;was not manned by gloved up people I determined we were to serve&lt;br /&gt;ourselves to mayo, lettuce, onions and tomato. We partook of the&lt;br /&gt;items we wanted to adorn our hamburger or cheeseburger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jn3tYAcwfMk/Tn9j40YTD0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/wxCXOHB2cpE/s1600/milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jn3tYAcwfMk/Tn9j40YTD0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/wxCXOHB2cpE/s400/milk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656349484785012546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final station was to receive a pillow of milk. It looked like a little&lt;br /&gt;pillow with either brown or white liquid inside. A young Golden&lt;br /&gt;Corral trainee with gloves held up one of each. No words were&lt;br /&gt;actually spoken, simply a nod was sufficient to receive the brown one.&lt;br /&gt;This was either liquid chocolate cake or considering it came out of&lt;br /&gt;some kind of refrigerated unit, it could be chocolate milk. As we&lt;br /&gt;left the serving area my thoughts turned to how in the world am I&lt;br /&gt;going to drink that bladder of milk without making a mess. I then&lt;br /&gt;remembered that Baili and Kristen were experienced at this and all&lt;br /&gt;would be well. I placed all my faith in Baili as she explained the&lt;br /&gt;process to acquire the contents of the milk bladder. She explained:&lt;br /&gt;you take the straw (located in the packet with your napkin and smork.&lt;br /&gt;Smork (a tehnical term Baili did not use) is a combination spoon and&lt;br /&gt;fork specifically designed so only one implement is needed for&lt;br /&gt;conveying the food from the Styrofoam tray to the mouth) now back to&lt;br /&gt;the straw, Baili continued...placing your thumb over the opening of&lt;br /&gt;the straw at the blunt end you poke it into the bladder of milk. She&lt;br /&gt;demonstrated and WALA! The straw went in and I wondered in amazement&lt;br /&gt;why it did not come out the other side. I tried and the straw did not&lt;br /&gt;penetrate the bladder but bounced off. My response to Baili was that&lt;br /&gt;I needed to use more force. She took the straw out of my hand and&lt;br /&gt;performed the operation for me. Baili is smart since I was sitting&lt;br /&gt;next to her and was an amateur at this; she took charge so I would not&lt;br /&gt;make a mess of things. Good call! With this task complete we could&lt;br /&gt;now begin to eat. Hamburger first seemed the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Combining hamburger, chips and grapes (aka Fruit Cocktail) we all&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed our BBQ Meal. When I got to the Ice Cream sandwich it had&lt;br /&gt;melted and was a challenge to eat. I am happy to report that this&lt;br /&gt;task was completed and I did not get any on my shirt. This is&lt;br /&gt;generally not the case. Kristen dove into her Ice Cream Sandwich and&lt;br /&gt;the conclusion was that it was good. There was some evidence from&lt;br /&gt;eyebrows to chin and all fingers that her ice cream sandwich had&lt;br /&gt;melted too.&lt;br /&gt;After finishing our meal we needed to dispose of our left over&lt;br /&gt;packaging from the chips, ice cream sandwich and crumbs. I assumed&lt;br /&gt;the Styrofoam Tray could be disposed and would not be reused for the&lt;br /&gt;reasons previously mentioned. Baili showed the way again. At the&lt;br /&gt;trash receptacle I noticed multiple hamburgers / cheeseburgers in the&lt;br /&gt;trash basically untouched. My first thought was to the youngsters who&lt;br /&gt;disposed of these burgers that I could have made a “double” out of&lt;br /&gt;that. Then the other thoughts there are people down the street with&lt;br /&gt;signs that say “will work for food”…. And other such things. I need&lt;br /&gt;to tell these people to stand next to the trash can at the school&lt;br /&gt;during lunch and get some burgers. I started to look for some ice&lt;br /&gt;cream sandwiches that were not eaten. I reached into the trash can to&lt;br /&gt;move one of the Styrofoam trays and the lunch police lady gave me "the&lt;br /&gt;look" indicating this would be setting a poor example to the&lt;br /&gt;youngsters. The bottom line here is to eat your ice cream before it&lt;br /&gt;melts. If you get filled up from that it’s ok to dispose of the&lt;br /&gt;hamburger or cheeseburger. I wonder what the kids would think if&lt;br /&gt;someone stood by the trash can and sent them back to finish the&lt;br /&gt;hamburger or cheeseburger before they can leave the area! Wow, I&lt;br /&gt;could bring an end to world hunger. Think of how many school lunches&lt;br /&gt;on Styrofoam trays don't get eaten. A trip to the rest room to wash&lt;br /&gt;our hands and for Kristen - back to class. Baili went to the&lt;br /&gt;playground. Grandma and Grandpa went to rest. The other subject would&lt;br /&gt;be the requirement for hearing protection during lunch. i believe the&lt;br /&gt;audio level in the eating area was above OSHA guidelines for requiring&lt;br /&gt;hearing protection. That's another subject for another day. What&lt;br /&gt;fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Warren&lt;br /&gt;N7WEB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have clarified that a smork should really be a spork, apparently Baili has yet to learn the real name for it.&lt;br /&gt;Also because Baili's lunch was before Kristen's, Kristen was able to go back and have lunch again when it was time for the kindergartners to eat. She was thrilled to have a "SECOND LUNCH!" (which she announced at the top of her lungs to every one in the cafeteria) and only ate the ice cream and the chips this time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-7986114042120432568?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/7986114042120432568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/09/milk-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7986114042120432568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7986114042120432568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/09/milk-what.html' title='Milk WHAT???'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jn3tYAcwfMk/Tn9j40YTD0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/wxCXOHB2cpE/s72-c/milk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-8862789229072119318</id><published>2011-09-06T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T19:14:24.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>Well another school year has begun. But this year is different...both my girls are in school. Here in Spokane they do full day Kindergarten, so its not even a half day thing where I can ease into my kids going to public school. But I am not complaining either, it is nice and does have its perks. &lt;br /&gt;The morning started early for us. Kristen was up at the crack of dawn, actually before the crack even. She was up and dressed and ready to go. But we had a few hours to go yet. &lt;br /&gt;We did hair all pretty and done up, and brushed out teeth, and made sure that we all smelled nice. Then we started taking pictures. &lt;br /&gt;As you can see Kristen in a HAM, she loves to pose and "strut" her stuff. She kept saying that she looked so stylish, and everyone was just going to love her outfit. Haha, she makes me laugh so much. &lt;br /&gt;We walked to school and I took them to their classes where we unloaded their supplies and met their teachers again. Kristen really wanted to see Baili's classroom, but I told her after school we would go take a look at it. She found her desk and sat in her seat. She was ready and excited. Then I took Baili to her class where there was no assigned seating and she had a few of her really good friends waiting for her to arrive. She sat with them, and was also excited. She did get a little teary eyed and tell me that she was just a little bit nervous, but she did great. &lt;br /&gt;Once they were settled into their classes, I headed home, to a quiet house, and lots of time to think of what I am going to fill my free time with these next few weeks before I start my own classes.&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to this year and the experiences my girls will have. I hope that they grow so much and that they will continue to be examples to those around them. Hope everyone else has a great year as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics, they are in kind of random order, but I think that you will get the jist of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6aTgEx6N88/TmbQ3q-HLiI/AAAAAAAAAqY/eWpMksYtxSY/s1600/family%2Bpics%2B151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6aTgEx6N88/TmbQ3q-HLiI/AAAAAAAAAqY/eWpMksYtxSY/s400/family%2Bpics%2B151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649432437429055010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-9Tc2nCMv8/TmbQ3RG_e8I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/eojR19X2Vco/s1600/family%2Bpics%2B149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p-9Tc2nCMv8/TmbQ3RG_e8I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/eojR19X2Vco/s400/family%2Bpics%2B149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649432430486977474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2Pd0HCVSgg/TmbQ3JesCPI/AAAAAAAAAqI/DCif8wqE52U/s1600/family%2Bpics%2B144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q2Pd0HCVSgg/TmbQ3JesCPI/AAAAAAAAAqI/DCif8wqE52U/s400/family%2Bpics%2B144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649432428438882546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wnEO1ucU6DQ/TmbQ29Jzc1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/h1FpFuRjnQg/s1600/family%2Bpics%2B142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wnEO1ucU6DQ/TmbQ29Jzc1I/AAAAAAAAAqA/h1FpFuRjnQg/s400/family%2Bpics%2B142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649432425130062674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4qe4mgGt4A/TmbQ2HEDr0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/7AqR_VclMRo/s1600/family%2Bpics%2B141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4qe4mgGt4A/TmbQ2HEDr0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/7AqR_VclMRo/s400/family%2Bpics%2B141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649432410610446146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ttq4ZwNplM/TmbQcFSco7I/AAAAAAAAApw/LIXhXSOtLc0/s1600/family%2Bpics%2B127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ttq4ZwNplM/TmbQcFSco7I/AAAAAAAAApw/LIXhXSOtLc0/s400/family%2Bpics%2B127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649431963457332146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTnRKtnu3fE/TmbQbi7foXI/AAAAAAAAApo/yE1PGQd5ucM/s1600/family%2Bpics%2B131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTnRKtnu3fE/TmbQbi7foXI/AAAAAAAAApo/yE1PGQd5ucM/s400/family%2Bpics%2B131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649431954234253682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jB0rKgQQd5I/TmbQbajPKmI/AAAAAAAAApg/jqD6LaaRaZM/s1600/family%2Bpics%2B121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jB0rKgQQd5I/TmbQbajPKmI/AAAAAAAAApg/jqD6LaaRaZM/s400/family%2Bpics%2B121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649431951985027682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9V55X4J5hE/TmbQa5j_AuI/AAAAAAAAApY/c3Do33Oej0k/s1600/family%2Bpics%2B117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9V55X4J5hE/TmbQa5j_AuI/AAAAAAAAApY/c3Do33Oej0k/s400/family%2Bpics%2B117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649431943129793250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bekah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-8862789229072119318?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/8862789229072119318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/8862789229072119318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/8862789229072119318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m6aTgEx6N88/TmbQ3q-HLiI/AAAAAAAAAqY/eWpMksYtxSY/s72-c/family%2Bpics%2B151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-3620056328578327985</id><published>2011-07-31T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T23:38:39.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Not</title><content type='html'>Today in church we had a lesson on Judging. I guess there had been some "talk" going on in the ward about gossiping, and talking down about others in the ward. I kind of seclude myself in my ward, and I try to avoid talking to people if I can. Not that I have anything against anyone, it is more of just a personal thing. Like I feel out of place. I think that stems from this being a ward that I was in when I was still married and there are a lot of people in the ward who know my Ex and I have trust issues with feeling like if anyone knows anything about me that they will go and talk about me to my Ex. I hate the feeling and I am not even sure if that would even happen, but I am paranoid about it and so I just keep to myself if I can. I do have some good friends in the ward though that I will talk to outside of church and hang out with them too. So I am not completely anti social. &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.....my whole point for this post is that in class today I was asked to read a quote, no big deal. But for me this quote said it all about not Judging. I wanted to share it with you all because I feel that this is something that everyone has a problem with. At one point or another we all will think or say something about another or even ourselves that is judgemental in some form. So just read it and do what you will with it, but as for me I think this is something that I will read on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elder N. Eldon Tanner said that "The reason, therefore, that we cannot judge is obvious. We cannot see what is in the heart. We do not know motives, although we impute motives to every action we see. They may be pure while we think they are improper. It is not possible to judge another fairly unless you know his desires, his faith, and his goals. Because of a different environment, unequal opportunity, and many other things, people are not in the same position. One may start at the top and the other at the bottom, and they may meet as they are going in opposite directions. Someone has said that it is not where you are but the direction in which you are going that counts; not how close you are to failure or success but which way you are headed. How can we, with all our weaknesses and frailties, dare to arrogate to ourselves the position of a judge? At best, man can judge only what he sees; he cannot judge the heart or the intention, or begin to judge the potential of his neighbor."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-3620056328578327985?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/3620056328578327985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/judge-not.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3620056328578327985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3620056328578327985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/judge-not.html' title='Judge Not'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-2733725309057787230</id><published>2011-07-28T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T18:43:28.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>I know that today I am posting like a million posts, but I want to post them while I have the time. Today I have the time because I am doing absolutly NOTHING. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I thought that it would be fun to post some of the facebook posts that I have made in the last month. Kind of fun to see the different things that I said throughout the month, my ups and downs, good times and bad. So here they are from the most recent to the last. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner table topic of discussion tonight...snoring and passing gas, and how its no bodies business to know IF this goes on in our house. Dinner time is family time. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry banana smoothie? I think so thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little lonely today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needs ideas for a last minute change to my achievement day activity this Wednesday....anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just go with the flow of things eventually you will go over the waterfall. Just something that I learned today in Relief Society, among other great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great article in the Spokane Inlander about my Faith, and the missionaries who serve in the area. Take a look its a good read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep has not been my friend the last few nights. I am so tired, but I just cannot seem to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about painting a picture...got any good ideas? I am a beginner by the way so nothing too fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist for the girls today, and buying a new window fan. When did my life get so boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sucker for chic flicks. Why do I do this to myself? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Utah, however it just does not feel like home here anymore, can't wait to move to Utah and start my life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was The. Most. Wonderful. Day. Ever. I love my family so much. I am so thankful to be a Weber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Kristen we are now in "Aunt Kims World". Let the family reunion begin!21 adults, 28 grand children, its gonna be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying. Just praying all will be as it should. Trusting and having Faith is also what I am doing. Just an FYI to you all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pillows are calling me, but I still have so much to do. Aw well, I must give in at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over heard conversation between my girls&lt;br /&gt;Baili: cause girl your amazing just the way you are...(she was singing this)&lt;br /&gt;Kristen: Oh my gosh, you sounded just like the real song! Now that is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Baili: Everyone says that when I sing. I guess its just my gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text typo of the day..."Always, in my house too. I have a sentsy. I like my hoe to smell good and my car too. What kind of smells do you like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen quote of the day..I asked her to put my Jillian Michaels 30day shred away and she says "Oh mom wow she looks just like my friend Hannahs mom!" If only Hannahs mom were here to hear that, I bet she would have been pretty happy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very humble and very blessed today. That is the power fasting with prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching my girls how to ride a bike today without training wheels. Should be entertaining, however sad at the same time that my girls are old enough to do that. Treasure these moments I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy rain storm batman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-2733725309057787230?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/2733725309057787230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/facebook.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2733725309057787230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2733725309057787230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-1454030444313821141</id><published>2011-07-28T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T15:57:59.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2001 Class Reunion</title><content type='html'>Well this year was the 10 year anniversary of my high school graduation. Which seems weird to me. I do not feel like I am old enough for it to have been 10 years already, but so it is. &lt;br /&gt;For the last 6 months at least I have been planning and organizing the events for the reunion with my high school friend Winona. She was the class president and I the vice, which I guess meant that were are in charge of planning the reunion. It took some time for us to agree of what activities we should do, but alas we agreed and a plan came into action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6mOR3SbZhQ/TjHo4WcgFmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ty5JjfXcxuU/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6mOR3SbZhQ/TjHo4WcgFmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ty5JjfXcxuU/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634540663612642914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNbV0TaTwZk/TjHo4BgUbEI/AAAAAAAAAow/0_jz6jkBqhA/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GNbV0TaTwZk/TjHo4BgUbEI/AAAAAAAAAow/0_jz6jkBqhA/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634540657991511106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waaN2LBQR3Y/TjHo4NxtdrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/76e0c5add9U/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waaN2LBQR3Y/TjHo4NxtdrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/76e0c5add9U/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634540661285680818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gdnt6TzPl8/TjHo39nlOdI/AAAAAAAAAog/f5icibDwz2A/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gdnt6TzPl8/TjHo39nlOdI/AAAAAAAAAog/f5icibDwz2A/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634540656948230610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have the reunion be just one day (I am so glad we did that) and make it family friendly the entire time. We met in the morning at a park and had a brunch and visitation time. We about a small group show up. Not very many, but that is ok. It was nice to play catch up with my class mates. I feel bad because I was not able to really talk with everyone that came, but to be honest, I was able to talk to those who I really wanted to talk to and catch up with, so I am happy. See the picture of me and my two friends being goofy? Well we were together all the time in High school. We did everything together. It was fun to be together again.&lt;br /&gt;If you read my earlier post about my family reunion I mentioned a new BFF that I have. It's kind of an inside joke, but in all honesty she is pretty great. She married one of my best friends from my childhood John. I still consider John as my really good friend. Always have always will. I was able to get to know his wife Molly Jo better at the reunion, but I follow her blog too so I felt like I already knew her and was friends with her. I think just hanging out that evening sealed the deal. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am glad the reunion has come and gone. It stressed me out a bit. Here are some pictures for your enjoyment. I am not looking at my best, but aw-well such is life sometimes. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-1454030444313821141?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/1454030444313821141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/2001-class-reunion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1454030444313821141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1454030444313821141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/2001-class-reunion.html' title='2001 Class Reunion'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6mOR3SbZhQ/TjHo4WcgFmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ty5JjfXcxuU/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-5722430149070448912</id><published>2011-07-28T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T15:39:28.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Findings</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love it when I am cleaning up my house at the end of the day and I find little "homes" that my kids have made for their toys. Usually I think about taking a picture and then I don't, but this one time I have to take a pic. It made me laugh at the set up. Thought you would like it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57yTH5NpUNQ/TjHk5ylriqI/AAAAAAAAAoY/n3aYv29zhdw/s1600/barbies%2Bfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57yTH5NpUNQ/TjHk5ylriqI/AAAAAAAAAoY/n3aYv29zhdw/s400/barbies%2Bfamily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634536290300693154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-5722430149070448912?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/5722430149070448912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/findings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/5722430149070448912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/5722430149070448912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/findings.html' title='Findings'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57yTH5NpUNQ/TjHk5ylriqI/AAAAAAAAAoY/n3aYv29zhdw/s72-c/barbies%2Bfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-4145207119081110622</id><published>2011-07-28T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T15:32:07.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion (picture heavy)</title><content type='html'>So I was not going to post about my family reunion seems how really my family is the only ones who read my blog, but I have a new BFF (stay tuned to find out who) who seems to read often and so I thought I should post about my family Reunion. That and also this is my way of keeping a journal and so it is also a way for me to remember some things and post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 4th of July the girls and I drove to Utah for my family reunion. I got there a couple days before the whole family was to arrive and so I was able to spend some time with 2 of my sisters Kim and Shaina. We went to Temple square to do a session, but once we got there we discovered that it was closed for cleaning. So we walked around Temple square for a little while and took some pictures and stuff. We even went to the visitor center and saw a mini replica of the SLC Temple. It was pretty cool to see it. Then we went and did some shopping for the next few days to come. Here are some pics from our time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enid53pQaJQ/TjHZ84x7QZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/vWhqyndirJ4/s1600/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enid53pQaJQ/TjHZ84x7QZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/vWhqyndirJ4/s400/099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634524248874369426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tFkRnASbPGo/TjHZ8-Q9s_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/lJdrcXiV-CA/s1600/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tFkRnASbPGo/TjHZ8-Q9s_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/lJdrcXiV-CA/s400/096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634524250346730482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rbiFuendur4/TjHZ8oTiOPI/AAAAAAAAAmI/DuTG7fmCsK0/s1600/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rbiFuendur4/TjHZ8oTiOPI/AAAAAAAAAmI/DuTG7fmCsK0/s400/095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634524244451932402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOTzp4pM2Cw/TjHZ8frsltI/AAAAAAAAAmA/vZz37rhmAlo/s1600/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOTzp4pM2Cw/TjHZ8frsltI/AAAAAAAAAmA/vZz37rhmAlo/s400/081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634524242137355986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v_L9Fc4YUfo/TjHZ8S4TP9I/AAAAAAAAAl4/cFcy2BBKBck/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v_L9Fc4YUfo/TjHZ8S4TP9I/AAAAAAAAAl4/cFcy2BBKBck/s400/063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634524238700560338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night is when the reunion began. All the guys in the family got together and played Halo and my brothers house, they were out till about 2:00 in the morning. There were not pictures taken at this part of the reunion, reasons are unknown...&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning the sisters and sisters in law and my mom and some more extended family got together for brunch. It was brunch but it was also a surprise baby shower for my sister Shavonne who is expecting her first baby. A boy! We are all so very excited for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgnk55HvkXY/TjHcXRbqP0I/AAAAAAAAAmg/Vgje4SDIBEo/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgnk55HvkXY/TjHcXRbqP0I/AAAAAAAAAmg/Vgje4SDIBEo/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634526901191720770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After brunch the whole family gathered for swim time at the beach. When we got there is was sunny and warm and super nice. My brother Ian is the favorite Uncle, and you can see why. He was throwing kids up in the air in the water. My girls love Ian, he is the best example to them, and he loves them too. But after about and hour and a half it started to rain. So we gathered under some outdoor canopy's and had lunch. There were roughly 50 people under these tents. And it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ttkym2oqUjs/TjHdw9bA74I/AAAAAAAAAnA/_D5sgt1vhoE/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ttkym2oqUjs/TjHdw9bA74I/AAAAAAAAAnA/_D5sgt1vhoE/s400/054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634528442008530818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1K73S40xpbY/TjHdwkvCnII/AAAAAAAAAm4/IKZCqBJy1Hw/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1K73S40xpbY/TjHdwkvCnII/AAAAAAAAAm4/IKZCqBJy1Hw/s400/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634528435381640322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MTEtbdLXAlU/TjHdwYBy6cI/AAAAAAAAAmw/l-ODqOequYQ/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MTEtbdLXAlU/TjHdwYBy6cI/AAAAAAAAAmw/l-ODqOequYQ/s400/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634528431970642370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xNaxBeXcnPw/TjHdwcmb0NI/AAAAAAAAAmo/527Lh_Xk8nw/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xNaxBeXcnPw/TjHdwcmb0NI/AAAAAAAAAmo/527Lh_Xk8nw/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634528433198059730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TTBHxdqZPt0/TjHfIsJkVsI/AAAAAAAAAno/C7E5jmVLiQM/s1600/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TTBHxdqZPt0/TjHfIsJkVsI/AAAAAAAAAno/C7E5jmVLiQM/s400/105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634529949200438978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-te_vwZi5IHo/TjHfIQ0RAxI/AAAAAAAAAng/WEhGPRAYSFQ/s1600/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-te_vwZi5IHo/TjHfIQ0RAxI/AAAAAAAAAng/WEhGPRAYSFQ/s400/104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634529941863334674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got rained out we headed to my brothers house. He lives in a really nice area where behind his house is an in closed park. We gathered there and played some minute to win it games, and kick ball and glow stick tag. We also had dinner and got to visit with my moms brother and his family. Which was so nice to see them and catch up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wD0jlSXp1uw/TjHe8JZ9C0I/AAAAAAAAAnY/UWshRkbo3HQ/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wD0jlSXp1uw/TjHe8JZ9C0I/AAAAAAAAAnY/UWshRkbo3HQ/s400/084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634529733715495746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WR5Toro0UYg/TjHe8GZVsBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/6bjg1c13z7U/s1600/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WR5Toro0UYg/TjHe8GZVsBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/6bjg1c13z7U/s400/097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634529732907610130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dkv9K3JzAXo/TjHe76MlZsI/AAAAAAAAAnI/MaXJsHMaFBY/s1600/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dkv9K3JzAXo/TjHe76MlZsI/AAAAAAAAAnI/MaXJsHMaFBY/s400/078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634529729632888514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the reason we all came together. It was the day the Ian and his wife Karissa were sealed together for time and all of eternity. They are a forever family now. This was also the first time that myself, my 9 siblings, their spouses and my two parents were together in the Temple. My parents have made a legacy. they have been the most wonderful example of eternal families. They love and support each of us and have raised us all to be good upstanding members of the church. I am so thankful for this day that we had to all be together. I am so proud of my brother Ian. He worked so hard for this day. He loves his wife. He is my bud, and I love him so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTTO4J2FrU8/TjHh5837H5I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/9dNmnbI4ocs/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTTO4J2FrU8/TjHh5837H5I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/9dNmnbI4ocs/s400/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634532994526683026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSYSc3iNkbQ/TjHh5lPOhbI/AAAAAAAAAoI/qmn6PZm7M9k/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSYSc3iNkbQ/TjHh5lPOhbI/AAAAAAAAAoI/qmn6PZm7M9k/s400/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634532988181972402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dT62qqjnYU/TjHh5gF40zI/AAAAAAAAAoA/LsUrCNR7Dto/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7dT62qqjnYU/TjHh5gF40zI/AAAAAAAAAoA/LsUrCNR7Dto/s400/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634532986800624434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQihSN6Scn8/TjHh5XQv6VI/AAAAAAAAAn4/PPNeSOn8ULQ/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQihSN6Scn8/TjHh5XQv6VI/AAAAAAAAAn4/PPNeSOn8ULQ/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634532984430258514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gKyes52DdYM/TjHh5BTyEzI/AAAAAAAAAnw/T7x7YO5s8h8/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gKyes52DdYM/TjHh5BTyEzI/AAAAAAAAAnw/T7x7YO5s8h8/s400/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634532978537403186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Temple we headed to my oldest brothers house, where we had a BBQ, played more games...the guys had a ping pong round robin style game going that looked like fun. It started to rain so we moved inside and did a white elephant gift exchange. Fitting 50+ people in one living room is not always easy, but we made it look like nothing. We ended the night and the reunion with an outdoor movie, Rio. And families went their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a blessing that I was able to attend the reunion. I am so glad that my girls were able to spend time with my family and play with their cousins. I am so blessed to have my eternal family. I love them so much. I cannot wait to see them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-4145207119081110622?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/4145207119081110622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-reunion-picture-heavy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/4145207119081110622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/4145207119081110622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-reunion-picture-heavy.html' title='Family Reunion (picture heavy)'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enid53pQaJQ/TjHZ84x7QZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/vWhqyndirJ4/s72-c/099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-6665831661045372950</id><published>2011-07-17T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:20:27.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XA2bhOzjBso/TiOYKI4jX4I/AAAAAAAAAlw/xzHmomKuP4g/s1600/friends%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XA2bhOzjBso/TiOYKI4jX4I/AAAAAAAAAlw/xzHmomKuP4g/s400/friends%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630511259094048642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a lot of thinking about qualities that I look for in a friend. I have had a lot of people come in a out of my life, all of which have taught me something, good or bad. There have been times when I have had to cut someone out of my life because I did not feel that they were a good influence for me, or that I was for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBWpanR7L0k/TiOYCezqggI/AAAAAAAAAlo/tWrl-xHOtiM/s1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBWpanR7L0k/TiOYCezqggI/AAAAAAAAAlo/tWrl-xHOtiM/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630511127540171266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with some pretty great friends through out my life. I have memories of playing tom and jerry, walking down town with a huge refrigerator box over our heads, playing games with families, laughing at my friends who would stall their cars while driving, screaming for my life in the dead of winter and my friend took a sharp corner while driving. I near thought I was going to die! Sitting in the lounge area after young men and women and just talking for forever. Girls camp and sleep talking. Church dances and crushes. Sleep overs and all nighters. Promises made and just feeling so happy and comfortable with them.&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how as I get older what I look for in a friend is the same as when I was younger. I still look for someone who does not judge me. Someone who is forgiving and loving. Someone who uplifts me and encourages me to be the best that I can be. Who is supportive. Has strong family values. Makes me laugh. Comforts me when I need it. Listens when I need to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with friends who have all of these qualities. I am so thankful for them even if they are not so much in my life now, they have made me into who I am today. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was just thinking about that and thought that I would share. Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-6665831661045372950?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/6665831661045372950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/qualities.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6665831661045372950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6665831661045372950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/qualities.html' title='Qualities'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XA2bhOzjBso/TiOYKI4jX4I/AAAAAAAAAlw/xzHmomKuP4g/s72-c/friends%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-4575122484764473336</id><published>2011-07-13T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T09:24:53.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impromptu Prayer</title><content type='html'>So every first Sunday of the month our church holds a "Fast Sunday". This is where we are given an opportunity to fast 3 meals, and attend church and partake of the sacrament. We are also given the chance to bare our testimonies to the congregation if we would like. &lt;br /&gt;Well both of my girls look forward to this Sunday. Every Sunday they are asking if it is fast Sunday. About 2 months ago it was a fast Sunday and Kristen had been asking since she woke up if she could bare her testimony. I agreed that she could, but something you should know is that I have never gone up with them and told them what to say in any way. I stay in my seat in the congregation and let them bare THEIR own testimony. &lt;br /&gt;So the sacrament ends and it is time for the testimonies to be said. Kristen jumps right up and she is the second one to bare hers. The thing about Kristen is that I never know what she is going to say or how she is going to say it. Most often it is a sweet simple testimony, others she will giggle, and breath heavy into the microphone. So I was a little worried about how she would do this time around. Well she gets to the pulpit and begins..."I'd like to bare my testimony, I know this church is true, and I think that its very important to pray, and I think that we should pray today for those who are not at church that they can come to church. OKAY?" She pauses and looks around, I am on the edge of my seat, what do I do, can she pray at the pulpit? I am growing nervous. I look to the Stake President who is sitting on the stand. At that very moment he shrugs his shoulders and folds his arms. "Okay this is going to happen I say. Everyone else in the congregation folds their arms as well, but not without having a little chuckle themselves. Kristen begins, "Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for this day. So glad we can be in church. Please bless those who did not come to church today, that they can come, and that they will love Jesus, and make good choices. Heavenly Father we love you, and we love Jesus. In the name of Jesus Christ amen." She said thank you and she left the pulpit. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone came to me afterwards and said how sweet that was. My stake President was very nice and was like "hey we are told it shall be said out of the mouths of the children..." &lt;br /&gt;That is one fast Sunday that I will never forget. I am so thankful for my girls and for their sweet examples to me about how we should be and their forgiving nature, and their love and forgiveness. I love being a mom. I love the gospel of Jesus Christ. I love my children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-4575122484764473336?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/4575122484764473336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/impromptu-prayer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/4575122484764473336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/4575122484764473336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/impromptu-prayer.html' title='Impromptu Prayer'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-396840321392718340</id><published>2011-07-06T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T09:57:51.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July with the Heaths</title><content type='html'>To start off our vacation we stayed with my sister Courtney and her family in Idaho Falls for two days before heading to Utah for our complete family reunion. For our celebration of America's freedom we went to a parade. It was a fun parade and all the kids did the chicken dance with Uncle Jared. They threw candy and had some pretty fun floats. After that we had a BBQ with Jareds Brothers family then we came back to courtneys for some R&amp;R. That evening we had two of my other sisters come over for a BBQ and just hung out with each other. It was super fun, and my brother in law Darick made some really yummy pork n beans. Homemade. Once they left to go see fireworks we also went to watch some (in a different location). Its called Jensons Grove. It was a sandy beach area with a play ground and grassy areas to play. My kids and Courtneys kids all had so much fun playing together. It was so fun and nice to be with family. I kept saying that this 4th of July was the best one I can remember of my Adult life. And its so true. It was happy, stress free and memorable. &lt;br /&gt;I posted a video below of the kids being penguins down a hill, they were all sliding down on their tummies, Kristen was so funny with it and slid down perfectly. I made me laugh so much. &lt;br /&gt;Jared was so great with the kids and got them all some sparklers and glow sticks and pop its. I love the look on the kids faces as he is lighting the sparklers. &lt;br /&gt;It was such a great celebration, Thank you corks and Jared for a great time. I am sure we will always remember the fun times that we had with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0JwrYJicH1c/ThSPVkXibvI/AAAAAAAAAlg/WLsHyEnU0zQ/s1600/4th%2Bof%2BJuly%2B2011%2B109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0JwrYJicH1c/ThSPVkXibvI/AAAAAAAAAlg/WLsHyEnU0zQ/s400/4th%2Bof%2BJuly%2B2011%2B109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626279435195018994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTo5HsedJtg/ThSPVSjzOCI/AAAAAAAAAlY/jfZw3yCq2ek/s1600/4th%2Bof%2BJuly%2B2011%2B074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTo5HsedJtg/ThSPVSjzOCI/AAAAAAAAAlY/jfZw3yCq2ek/s400/4th%2Bof%2BJuly%2B2011%2B074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626279430414612514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-INyH81__ET4/ThSNzt2tnYI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/KTniMHaWr0s/s1600/4th%2Bof%2BJuly%2B2011%2B096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Baili had her last day of Kindergarten. She absolutely loved school, and well even her teacher Mr. Holcomb. She loved coming home and telling me about the new french words that he had taught her, and sometimes she got to go in early from school and "work" for him before all the other students arrived. She loved all of her classmates. She had some great friends...Lina, Sadie, Purity, Hayden, Preston, Pheonix, just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;It ended up being a great year for Baili. She is so very smart and proved herself to be such all year long surpassing all goals set for Kindergarten and even exceeding some first grade goals as well. She is a born leader, and is accepting of all around her. &lt;br /&gt;She is very excited for next year when she will be in first grade and will be able to go to the kindergarten classes and read aloud to them. Kristen will be in Kindergarten next year and will be in Mr. Holcombs class, and Baili is giving Kristen all of the pointers and things to look forward to when school starts again.&lt;br /&gt;Now we will just enjoy our summer, which is already fun filled and travel packed. So stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dKk0geU5DK8/ThIgAJz5MdI/AAAAAAAAAkI/W1SOnoOA_gE/s1600/Aimee%2BWedding%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dKk0geU5DK8/ThIgAJz5MdI/AAAAAAAAAkI/W1SOnoOA_gE/s400/Aimee%2BWedding%2B007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625594071544836562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DOmavaU34E/ThIf_zArHsI/AAAAAAAAAkA/vdxgc4HerKg/s1600/Aimee%2BWedding%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DOmavaU34E/ThIf_zArHsI/AAAAAAAAAkA/vdxgc4HerKg/s400/Aimee%2BWedding%2B015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625594065424424642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSosDdVOgoA/ThIf_jSfh3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/YrwrneVTfIE/s1600/Aimee%2BWedding%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LSosDdVOgoA/ThIf_jSfh3I/AAAAAAAAAj4/YrwrneVTfIE/s400/Aimee%2BWedding%2B011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625594061204195186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-39340556202267891?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/39340556202267891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/bailis-last-dat-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/39340556202267891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/39340556202267891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/07/bailis-last-dat-of-school.html' title='Baili&apos;s Last dat of School'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dKk0geU5DK8/ThIgAJz5MdI/AAAAAAAAAkI/W1SOnoOA_gE/s72-c/Aimee%2BWedding%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-4948123171027664752</id><published>2011-06-15T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T13:45:52.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen's Pre-school Graduation</title><content type='html'>Today Kristen graduated from pre-school. This year kristen has learned so much and grown so much as a person. Her teachers always spoke of how wonderful she is, and how much of a help she was to them. She loved giving hugs to her teachers and they loved it too. She always was playing with her classmates and helping them when needed. Her favorite things about school are, playing outside on the bikes and scooters, her teachers, friends, the monkey bars, learning about tree frogs with the red eyes, painting, and all of the activity stuff (she is standing here telling me what to type). &lt;br /&gt;For her last day of school we made memory books with pictures that her teachers had taken through out the year. After which we had strawberry short cake, and then her teacher presented Kristen with a certificate of graduation. &lt;br /&gt;Kristen is very excited to go to Kindergarten in the fall. But first and foremost she is ready for summer fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UdUZFhnw9Y/TfkZkOzfLEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/lsPw4IZV_Xo/s1600/Kristen%2Bpre%2Bschool%2Bgraduation%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UdUZFhnw9Y/TfkZkOzfLEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/lsPw4IZV_Xo/s400/Kristen%2Bpre%2Bschool%2Bgraduation%2B022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618550120361438274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_L2ZWoWF7c/TfkZjt_etVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/HFWIr6uNPG0/s1600/Kristen%2Bpre%2Bschool%2Bgraduation%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_L2ZWoWF7c/TfkZjt_etVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/HFWIr6uNPG0/s400/Kristen%2Bpre%2Bschool%2Bgraduation%2B018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618550111553369426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4wlPRyu1Vk/TfkZXAXf1CI/AAAAAAAAAjg/KjbBQXKF4uA/s1600/Kristen%2Bpre%2Bschool%2Bgraduation%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P4wlPRyu1Vk/TfkZXAXf1CI/AAAAAAAAAjg/KjbBQXKF4uA/s400/Kristen%2Bpre%2Bschool%2Bgraduation%2B012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618549893147644962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VECMHAwRU3Q/TfkZWrxQHII/AAAAAAAAAjY/Nf9OpPkhlkk/s1600/Kristen%2Bpre%2Bschool%2Bgraduation%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VECMHAwRU3Q/TfkZWrxQHII/AAAAAAAAAjY/Nf9OpPkhlkk/s400/Kristen%2Bpre%2Bschool%2Bgraduation%2B008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618549887618522242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etfThhsGUh8/TfkZWG2bZ8I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/p-DtMk1f7Y8/s1600/Kristen%2Bpre%2Bschool%2Bgraduation%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etfThhsGUh8/TfkZWG2bZ8I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/p-DtMk1f7Y8/s400/Kristen%2Bpre%2Bschool%2Bgraduation%2B005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618549877708122050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RIsExik05as/TfkZV44NwVI/AAAAAAAAAjI/iu-ozL_8NUQ/s1600/Kristen%2Bpre%2Bschool%2Bgraduation%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RIsExik05as/TfkZV44NwVI/AAAAAAAAAjI/iu-ozL_8NUQ/s400/Kristen%2Bpre%2Bschool%2Bgraduation%2B001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618549873957519698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: When I load the pictures all I see is the word mumbo jumbo text thing, not the pic, otherwise I would post things under each picture and explain what is going on in each. If anyone knows how to fix this, that would be great. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-4948123171027664752?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/4948123171027664752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/06/kristens-pre-school-graduation.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/4948123171027664752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/4948123171027664752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/06/kristens-pre-school-graduation.html' title='Kristen&apos;s Pre-school Graduation'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_UdUZFhnw9Y/TfkZkOzfLEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/lsPw4IZV_Xo/s72-c/Kristen%2Bpre%2Bschool%2Bgraduation%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-1852218835647782181</id><published>2011-06-14T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T12:58:54.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brithday Plate</title><content type='html'>For my birthday Shavonne and Derek took me out for dinner. Which was really good, and it was nice to just sit and talk with them and hang out. I just love those two. Before dinner though Shavonne took me to polka dot pottery where we each painted our own pottery plates. I copied her and did a birthday plate. It will be used in our family as a special plate for only the birthday person. They get to use it for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and everything else in between. I am excited to use it this year for my girls birthdays. &lt;br /&gt;Here is my plate that I did, I think that it turned out pretty cute. When we were painting it we had to do each color 3 times in order for the color to be what we were using. It looked pink when I was done with it in the store, but once they fired it, it turned red, which is what I wanted. Because my kitchen colors are red and white. Anyways, I love it! I am super excited about it. Thank you Shavonne and Derek for a great birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8Ny7avzwXY/Tfe8FOiPm6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/1YtWnF8SMb4/s1600/birthday%2Bplate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8Ny7avzwXY/Tfe8FOiPm6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/1YtWnF8SMb4/s400/birthday%2Bplate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618165858155076514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bekah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-1852218835647782181?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/1852218835647782181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/06/brithday-plate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1852218835647782181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1852218835647782181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/06/brithday-plate.html' title='Brithday Plate'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8Ny7avzwXY/Tfe8FOiPm6I/AAAAAAAAAiw/1YtWnF8SMb4/s72-c/birthday%2Bplate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-47681232739943318</id><published>2011-06-08T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:36:02.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you for real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4-eLr12dFQ/TfBbkUIvD8I/AAAAAAAAAio/o0p_njhfG0U/s1600/ironmay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4-eLr12dFQ/TfBbkUIvD8I/AAAAAAAAAio/o0p_njhfG0U/s400/ironmay2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616089414769774530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSPFwwSGOgE/TfBbkGoeqdI/AAAAAAAAAig/snHscWt7xPE/s1600/ironmay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NSPFwwSGOgE/TfBbkGoeqdI/AAAAAAAAAig/snHscWt7xPE/s400/ironmay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616089411144821202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may not believe this when they hear it or in this case read it...but I did an Iron Man competition. Most Iron mans are done in a day. However, I completed an Iron Man challenge where you are given the month of May to complete the common Iron Man competition of swimming 2.4 miles. Biking 112 miles and running 26.2 miles. My sister came to visit my for one of those weeks in May which put a hold on my mileage (which I was totally cool with because it was such a great visit and uh yeah I got to see Wicked!) so really I did this challenge in 3 weeks. Which for me was so great. I have not accomplished a goal I have set for myself in a really really long time so I am super proud of myself. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of me in my shirt that I got from the ceremony that they held. Sorry if they are sideways...something is weird with my computer/camera settings (a little annoying). But Yay for me! Bask in my accomplishments with me will you...I am pretty excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-47681232739943318?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/47681232739943318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/06/are-you-for-real.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/47681232739943318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/47681232739943318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/06/are-you-for-real.html' title='Are you for real?'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4-eLr12dFQ/TfBbkUIvD8I/AAAAAAAAAio/o0p_njhfG0U/s72-c/ironmay2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-4793430962419326314</id><published>2011-05-27T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T20:15:48.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some pictures.</title><content type='html'>I really like these pictures of me and my girls. They just make me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tXTO9igqWG8/TeBosB2XAUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/XP0Jws-GrKw/s1600/my%2Bgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tXTO9igqWG8/TeBosB2XAUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/XP0Jws-GrKw/s400/my%2Bgirls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611600241323606338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62aCoLaY7fY/TeBosAr1G5I/AAAAAAAAAh8/62SE_hDah6Y/s1600/me%2Band%2Bkristen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-62aCoLaY7fY/TeBosAr1G5I/AAAAAAAAAh8/62SE_hDah6Y/s400/me%2Band%2Bkristen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611600241011006354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGMNxgHvf38/TeBor7qlYeI/AAAAAAAAAh0/f1MKhHqaqYY/s1600/me%2Band%2BBaili%2Brose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eGMNxgHvf38/TeBor7qlYeI/AAAAAAAAAh0/f1MKhHqaqYY/s400/me%2Band%2BBaili%2Brose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611600239663604194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-4793430962419326314?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/4793430962419326314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-some-pictures_27.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/4793430962419326314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/4793430962419326314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-some-pictures_27.html' title='Just some pictures.'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tXTO9igqWG8/TeBosB2XAUI/AAAAAAAAAiE/XP0Jws-GrKw/s72-c/my%2Bgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-4163726344417178037</id><published>2011-05-27T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:24:01.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baili's Kindergarten Performance</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Baili's kindergarten music class did a performance to show all the parents what they have learned this year in music. It was so fun to see.&lt;br /&gt;She was so cute. She was well behaved and sang her little heart out. She was on the top row because she was/is one of the tallest in her class. Some of the song they sang were common nursery songs. Others I had never heard before. There were some kids and were so funny, and making funny faces, and some would even comment on how bored they were....Hahaha. Here are a few pictures and a video from the performance. Baili in like in the top middle part of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0WbSFv9hWo/TeAyXwCsQEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/OeDvBIJTZfk/s1600/spring%2B2011%2B100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0WbSFv9hWo/TeAyXwCsQEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/OeDvBIJTZfk/s400/spring%2B2011%2B100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611540519318208578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFwNv0fvtVg/TeAyXl11WgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3EstW4IdmZA/s1600/spring%2B2011%2B106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oFwNv0fvtVg/TeAyXl11WgI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3EstW4IdmZA/s400/spring%2B2011%2B106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611540516579924482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9TDQ3Ga6-SI/TeAyXXTg8AI/AAAAAAAAAhI/j2l-UyuZvuU/s1600/spring%2B2011%2B093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9TDQ3Ga6-SI/TeAyXXTg8AI/AAAAAAAAAhI/j2l-UyuZvuU/s400/spring%2B2011%2B093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611540512677883906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-662069fce7708136" 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://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D662069fce7708136%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330104820%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F8018E049D1ADFA55F485759AEF914F6BA406FB.5914360D3F6699DAB93A91E27C419EBAFB3FEB29%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D662069fce7708136%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQVAZCpK0Jv1-rzfqNg53Zy-S_L0&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://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D662069fce7708136%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330104820%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6F8018E049D1ADFA55F485759AEF914F6BA406FB.5914360D3F6699DAB93A91E27C419EBAFB3FEB29%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D662069fce7708136%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQVAZCpK0Jv1-rzfqNg53Zy-S_L0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-4163726344417178037?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/4163726344417178037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/05/bailis-kindergarten-performance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/4163726344417178037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/4163726344417178037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/05/bailis-kindergarten-performance.html' title='Baili&apos;s Kindergarten Performance'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0WbSFv9hWo/TeAyXwCsQEI/AAAAAAAAAhY/OeDvBIJTZfk/s72-c/spring%2B2011%2B100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-1754752534584437764</id><published>2011-05-27T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:15:15.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WICKED!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend my sister Sharon along with her two kids came for a visit. The reason for her visit you ask....to see WICKED of course. She got our tickets about 3 or 4 months ago. I was excited. What's more is that all of my family went in and paid for my ticket as an early birthday present for me. I couldn't have been more excited and thankful.&lt;br /&gt;So we got all dressed and ready to go and headed to the INB performing arts center. Where I took a picture of the reader board outside. It was so exciting. Then we went in. We couldn't take pictures in the theatre, it was dark for one, and well it was like against the law or something crazy like that. &lt;br /&gt;The show was AH...MAZING! I love live theatre, and I cannot believe the talent of some people. I was blown away by their voices, and the stage set, and the orchestra! It was just perfect, and so fun and great. I am so glad that I was able to go. It was well just wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLcF16HaMrI/TeAvHUXIGUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/vNlTuLqM7Ps/s1600/wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLcF16HaMrI/TeAvHUXIGUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/vNlTuLqM7Ps/s400/wicked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611536938474936642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yU3_h3H9u2Q/TeAvHKY9gOI/AAAAAAAAAg4/vTC0OyfOUAU/s1600/spring%2B2011%2B084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yU3_h3H9u2Q/TeAvHKY9gOI/AAAAAAAAAg4/vTC0OyfOUAU/s400/spring%2B2011%2B084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611536935798276322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p_FaeQ-4ZuU/TeAvG8GJC4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/YFwpD7jz4O8/s1600/spring%2B2011%2B091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p_FaeQ-4ZuU/TeAvG8GJC4I/AAAAAAAAAgw/YFwpD7jz4O8/s400/spring%2B2011%2B091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611536931961244546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-1754752534584437764?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/1754752534584437764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/05/wicked.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1754752534584437764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1754752534584437764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/05/wicked.html' title='WICKED!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PLcF16HaMrI/TeAvHUXIGUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/vNlTuLqM7Ps/s72-c/wicked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-2451105376388729385</id><published>2011-05-27T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:06:05.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy got married</title><content type='html'>Even though most of you who read my blog are my sibs, I still thought that I would post some pictures from Nancy's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;I did not have very many pictures but these ones I thought were fun. I like Shavonnes, it makes me laugh. And yes Jason really is licking Sharon, which is also not so surprising.&lt;br /&gt;It was a super fun weekend, and Nancy and T-Bucket looked so happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9qHk3Nk4MEs/TeAuHcKNuCI/AAAAAAAAAgo/snZbxzzprlM/s1600/spring%2B2011%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9qHk3Nk4MEs/TeAuHcKNuCI/AAAAAAAAAgo/snZbxzzprlM/s400/spring%2B2011%2B055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611535841056634914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4CFQ1-UuGMI/TeAtdKMXUiI/AAAAAAAAAgg/RTE3JZ95aPY/s1600/spring%2B2011%2B075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4CFQ1-UuGMI/TeAtdKMXUiI/AAAAAAAAAgg/RTE3JZ95aPY/s400/spring%2B2011%2B075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611535114679308834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1d0vzsUyjlk/TeAtdCmlE-I/AAAAAAAAAgY/3e85y8QfzfM/s1600/spring%2B2011%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1d0vzsUyjlk/TeAtdCmlE-I/AAAAAAAAAgY/3e85y8QfzfM/s400/spring%2B2011%2B059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611535112641778658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj7EXkkKAf8/TeAtc1GKm0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LoRQDCt1sPk/s1600/spring%2B2011%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cj7EXkkKAf8/TeAtc1GKm0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LoRQDCt1sPk/s400/spring%2B2011%2B058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611535109016165186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-957WGaA4woY/TeAtclieCPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/NDVCSxGMGr4/s1600/spring%2B2011%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-957WGaA4woY/TeAtclieCPI/AAAAAAAAAgI/NDVCSxGMGr4/s400/spring%2B2011%2B054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611535104839911666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4KAKfKfGpo/TeAtcJkZt6I/AAAAAAAAAgA/8CVouFGHKAc/s1600/spring%2B2011%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U4KAKfKfGpo/TeAtcJkZt6I/AAAAAAAAAgA/8CVouFGHKAc/s400/spring%2B2011%2B048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611535097331824546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-2451105376388729385?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/2451105376388729385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/05/nancy-got-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2451105376388729385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2451105376388729385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/05/nancy-got-married.html' title='Nancy got married'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9qHk3Nk4MEs/TeAuHcKNuCI/AAAAAAAAAgo/snZbxzzprlM/s72-c/spring%2B2011%2B055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-8131900270619361362</id><published>2011-05-27T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:58:15.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCORE!!!</title><content type='html'>So this year I really wanted the girls to play some kind of a sport. I got little handouts from Baili's school all the time about youth sports. So I decided to do Soccer. They were excited about it, and they loved playing. They made some great friends on their teams too. All of the parents were great too and super supportive. Each game one parent was in charge of bringing a after game snack. We would get to each game like 20 minutes early and the girls would practice. It was nice because they were on different teams, but their games were always scheduled really close to each other. I think the longest wait between games was like an hour. Which is not bad. We had lots of people come to the games to watch. Grandma Lula came for their first game, and we also had Aunt Sharon, Max, and Jayne come and cheer them on too. Below you will see Baili with her Coach Todd. He was great. He loved the girls and made soccer so much fun for her. There were 7 girls on Baili's team and 8 on Kristens. Kristen would push through the players and go for the ball, and Baili was more of a team player/leader. She would stop to help the other players up if they fell. &lt;br /&gt;The video is funny because it is of Kristen scoring a goal, but not really. 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It is a required class to take for my education major. I do not consider myself an artsy person, but I think for the most part I did pretty well on my projects. Each of my projects got better and the quarter went on. I thought that you would like to see what I have done. Tell me what you think of my work.&lt;br /&gt;The pineapple one was my very first piece that I did. It was a still life. I did not like this type of art.&lt;br /&gt;The monster is paper mache (I think that is how you spell it), I liked doing this one. It kind of reminds me to sponge bob, only green, and well not sponge bob. lol&lt;br /&gt;I think the flower is my most favorite. I had a little tiny picture that I was looking and I drew this big version of it. It is a pastel piece. I love this one. I was pretty proud of myself when I finished it.&lt;br /&gt;The pinch pot is also cool. I like the color. It sits in my living room now. It makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;The one with the goggle, baseball, and light bulb is cool to look at. I like this type of work too. &lt;br /&gt;The one with the house and the mountains and trees...that is something that a 5th grader will get tested on how to draw. It is like some sort of state test for art that all kids have to take. It is crazy, half the stuff they have to know for this drawing I had no clue what it was. CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Grover...what else do I have to say. He is great. I really like the children's book "the monster and the end of this book" we have to tear paper to make the characters from our favorite books. He is what I made. I just love him.&lt;br /&gt;The painted tree is really like too. I did this on a canvas. I had to bring a silhouette and this tree is the one I brought, and then had to paint it. I think it is pretty. I plan to paint some more, but most likely not trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2T5D4ZPB7Aw/TXgxut-jJFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RlqWyiGqcT4/s1600/ART%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2T5D4ZPB7Aw/TXgxut-jJFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RlqWyiGqcT4/s400/ART%2B012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582266416811418706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4_iO2VmTgp8/TXgxuSNUO6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/eLXu9MlG4O8/s1600/ART%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4_iO2VmTgp8/TXgxuSNUO6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/eLXu9MlG4O8/s400/ART%2B013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582266409357163426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SJjD9-Qhgto/TXgxuGcVIGI/AAAAAAAAAe4/9gRItF4nmac/s1600/ART%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMCrs215j8M/TWb52cHVsCI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6cwYgeBtcqo/s400/SnowDay-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577419902200164386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-792308482910637858?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/792308482910637858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-days-are.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/792308482910637858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/792308482910637858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-days-are.html' title='The best days are.....'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMCrs215j8M/TWb52cHVsCI/AAAAAAAAAeI/6cwYgeBtcqo/s72-c/SnowDay-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-1643756356035548208</id><published>2011-02-16T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:42:52.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I am in Narnia</title><content type='html'>Ok so long post telling about my dream last night. I never dream so this is weird, but to wake up and remember all of my dream is even more weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here goes it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am underground with a few members of my family. I am sure Nancy was there and then 3others but I don't remember who. We were trying to get onto a roller coaster to travel this underground tunnel. We were able to get on it and we rode for a ways. It was dark. And my mom and dad were on the rail car ahead of us. I could hear them but no one else could. So we are riding and all of a sudden we come to a stop. There is a cliff and we cannot figure out how to get down the cliff and back onto the tracks. All of a sudden I see this very small round dick think that is yellow and glowing. I hear my mom say that we have to make it like us in order for it to help. We have to be clam and sing to it. So I tell my family and I start to sing. I am also holding out my arm. It comes to me and attaches to my arm and then begins to lift me in the air. I yell at my family to hold on to me and we are taken down the cliff to the rail car. We ride the car until it stops in an attic. We get out and we start to look for the exit. It is kind of scary in there. As we are looking around I see a doll that looks just like Nancy, and it is wearing a white hair tie. I yell to my family that we have to look like the dolls of ourselves in order to leave. As we are looking and helping each other we start to notice that we are becoming dolls, our voices sound different and we are shrinking. Then all of a sudden I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when dreams end with you waking up and you do not know what happens. This dream really made me think that it was a deleted scene from Narnia or something. The pictures in my head looked like scenes from the movie, it was weird. If I knew a dream analyser I would ask for their interpretation of the dream. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading about my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-1643756356035548208?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/1643756356035548208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-i-am-in-narnia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1643756356035548208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1643756356035548208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-think-i-am-in-narnia.html' title='I think I am in Narnia'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-3871020232325018278</id><published>2011-01-31T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T20:35:36.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding</title><content type='html'>So last weekend my good friends the Pope's invited us to go sledding with them up at Mt. Spokane. We were excited to go, and I was even able to convince Adwoa that she would have a good time if she came too. I was excited because the not so fun part about sledding is the walk up the hill....well here you did not have to walk up the hill. Instead they hooked the tube to a conveyor belt and you sat down and it pulled you up! It was so fun! The pics you see of the girls alone in the tube are of them being pulled up the hill. &lt;br /&gt;Adwoa really had a good time too. She is from Ghana where there is not any snow or cold weather, so this was all new for her. &lt;br /&gt;I plan to go again next year for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TUeNW3GxI5I/AAAAAAAAAdI/eErWEonzzdA/s1600/2011%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TUeNW3GxI5I/AAAAAAAAAdI/eErWEonzzdA/s400/2011%2B008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568574888155882386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TUeL0T6kCGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/1E8dC2zb9ns/s1600/2011%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568573195082270818 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TUeL0T6kCGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/1E8dC2zb9ns/s400/2011%2B024.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TUeL0HAzcLI/AAAAAAAAAc4/vuTQ4kZYoDo/s1600/2011%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568573191618785458 style="DISPLAY: block; 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I like to copy people. I mean big time. I see something I like, I attempt to make it for myself. Usually I will give the people I stole the idea from credit for it, but then again sometimes I do not. That's just how I roll people.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my sister-in-law made a wreath last month that I really thought was cute. And I and trying to decorate my room up nice and thought that it would look really cute in my room. So I invited a friend over to make one with me. I love how it turned out!! I think that it is sooooo cute. My room colors are red, brown and Khaki. My bedspread is like completely red so I did not want to used red material on it, but the ribbon (which I got for $.05 after Christmas) I think looks so cute with it. Once I am done with my room and all I will post pics of it all put together, but for now I just wanted to show off this little jem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TUeJwpVHj-I/AAAAAAAAAcY/l7yp9kpw5Eg/s1600/2011%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TUeJwpVHj-I/AAAAAAAAAcY/l7yp9kpw5Eg/s400/2011%2B001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568570933088063458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TUeJwXdzRhI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/iF9fMqmRiJc/s1600/2011%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TUeJwXdzRhI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/iF9fMqmRiJc/s400/2011%2B003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568570928292644370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TUeJwFmTfCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vN1YPHIlE-4/s1600/2011%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TUeJwFmTfCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vN1YPHIlE-4/s400/2011%2B005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568570923496471586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-8132973015305818652?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/8132973015305818652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-when-people-come-over-to-my-house.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/8132973015305818652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/8132973015305818652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-when-people-come-over-to-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TUeJwpVHj-I/AAAAAAAAAcY/l7yp9kpw5Eg/s72-c/2011%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-7776006541309677991</id><published>2011-01-21T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:15:57.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last week or so</title><content type='html'>Well it was a slow start to me reading and studying preach my gospel. But I am on it now. So far I have gotten through how to be an effective missionary and to how to study the book. That was good. I am in the beginning part now where we learn the basics of the gospel teachings. The restoration, plan of salvation, the gospel of Jesus Christ, commandments, and laws and ordinances. I have not finished this section yet. There is a lot of information in this section. I am learning a lot and I feel like I am building upon my foundation which is good, because honestly it was starting to settle into the ground and shift things up a bit. I feeling it becoming firm. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;If you are doing this challenge to I would love to hear how it is going for you. Leave me a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-7776006541309677991?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/7776006541309677991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-week-or-so.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7776006541309677991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7776006541309677991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/01/last-week-or-so.html' title='the last week or so'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-7089795355772711295</id><published>2011-01-09T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:38:10.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preach my Gospel</title><content type='html'>So today I was pulled out of gospel essentials by a member of my bishopric. They needed to "talk to me". I thought I cant be getting a new calling because I was just put into the current one I am in...and I like it. lol. I tried to give him a reason (as we are walking down the hall to his office) as to why I could not meet with him...Oh uh I just remembered I am supposed to substitute teach right NOW in primary...he didn't buy it. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway we get in the designated room the bishop has set aside for "meeting" with members of the ward and we sit and talk. He asked if I remember 2 years ago....(uh already a problem, 2 years ago I try really hard not to remember what was going on then) when we had a 5th Sunday meeting and they talked to the members of the ward about reading and using the Preach my Gospel book in our homes more? I had (to my surprise)!!! He asked if I had one...I looked away from his eyes and shamefully said I did not have one in my home. He said hummm, well that is ok we will get you one because we want you to do something for us. He went on, at the end of this month there is a 5th Sunday and again we are going to talk about the importance of having and using this book in your homes. We would like you (me, Rebekah) to use the manual for the month, teach from it, study it, learn from it, USE IT. And on the 5th Sunday in our combined meeting we want you to Stand up in front of the ward (who has by the way grown in numbers by HUNDREDS in the last 2 months) and bare testimony of its impact on your life and your children's lives. &lt;br /&gt;Now I am not one to turn down anything asked of me, so I agreed that I would, however I was a little confused as to why out of everyone in my ward they had picked me to do this. He told me that I was not the only one they had asked...they had asked an elderly couple, a newly married couple, a convert, a small young family, and myself a single mother. They want all circumstances of life to learn and know that this is a great manual to study and learn and grow from. &lt;br /&gt;So from now till the end of the month...and maybe beyond...I will be using any extra study time I might have in reading and learning from this manual, teaching my children, answering questions about the church for my roommate, and more. &lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I feel that this was an inspired challenge to be given to me from my Bishop. I have been looking for a way to get myself back in the habit of reading scripture and praying to my Heavenly Father. I struggle with those things, not because I do not want to, but I just don't (I hope you get what I am saying). &lt;br /&gt;So for the next month I hope to be good about updating my blog and letting you all know how I am doing, but also as a way for me to journal how this is working for me and changing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-7089795355772711295?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/7089795355772711295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/01/preach-my-gospel.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7089795355772711295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7089795355772711295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/01/preach-my-gospel.html' title='Preach my Gospel'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-8282101633454365000</id><published>2011-01-07T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:03:13.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it bad that I dont care?</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking a lot about how I feel about people, what they say, how they are doing, what they are up to..and so on. Well for the most part I am a caring person. Really I am! However there is a person out there that I really could care less about. I dont care about anything that they tell me. I actually get so annoyed and bothered by them. I try really hard to be nice to them, to stroke their ego, laugh at their jokes, and more. I do this thinking that it will help me be ok with them, ok that they are in my life , ok that they are among the living. But it is not helping me accept that at all. I take pride in the fact that I am a good person, I am a good friend, a good mother and daughter. But not being able to be any of that to this person and accept them for who they are is hard for me. I feel like a bad person because of the thoughts and feelings I have about this person. I know that I have faults, I know that some people may not like me either and that's their prerogative even though that bothers me a little bit too. I will not get into why, another post for another day.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am making sense. Sorry if you do not like this post. I will try to be more happy in the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some ideas that you have that helps you in this situation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-8282101633454365000?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/8282101633454365000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-it-bad-that-i-dont-care.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/8282101633454365000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/8282101633454365000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-it-bad-that-i-dont-care.html' title='Is it bad that I dont care?'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-5534381701424890905</id><published>2010-12-03T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T08:17:01.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee, tea, tabacco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TPkRDMUFqCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/AeD0jXuMoaY/s1600/bekah35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546483162626238498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TPkRDMUFqCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/AeD0jXuMoaY/s400/bekah35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Baili. She is 6 years old. She likes doing math, reading, writing and well being silly whenever she can. If you ask me she is pretty darn smart for her age. She is inquisitive, she is very observant and she is listening even if you think that she is not (there are times though that she really does not listen...its selective I think).&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story about my daughter...&lt;br /&gt;I all started about a month and a half ago when I was talking on the phone with her while she was visiting her dad. She was telling me about some of the fun things that she had been doing on her visit. One thing she said shocked me..."Mom guess what? I had a macchiato (which is a coffee drink) today!" Me- "WHAT? Baili you drank a coffee?" the conversation continued and I we talked about how coffee is bad for us and that next time she if offered something like that she should say no thank you and ask for hot chocolate instead (I also had a firm talking to with her dad, some words might include "you idiot, hypocrite, SHE'S 6 etc).&lt;br /&gt;Since this time she has spoken regularly about that experience and has voiced how much she would like her dad to stop drinking coffee. She asks, but no response has been given to that, until.....Last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TPkRCrPmfHI/AAAAAAAAAbE/VWjfnFWNEI8/s1600/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546483153749048434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TPkRCrPmfHI/AAAAAAAAAbE/VWjfnFWNEI8/s400/coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baili is in the kitchen talking to me while I prepare dinner. She tells me again (this is a daily thing she tells me) "mom I really want my dad to stop drinking coffee" I tell her to keep asking and one day he might stop. She then stops and says mom I need to call my dad! I say ok and let her call him. While talking to him and begging him to stop drinking coffee he says to her, well Baili I want you to stop eating sugar....I then see the wheels spin in her head and she says OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TPkRCP7F89I/AAAAAAAAAa8/cnIWPm9-YEc/s1600/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546483146415272914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TPkRCP7F89I/AAAAAAAAAa8/cnIWPm9-YEc/s400/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says ok dad I will make you a deal, I will not eat sugar this week if you will not drink coffee this week. One week dad that's all I am asking for. He says with some surprise in his voice "really? ok deal"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They hang up and she tells me all about the deal (even though I heard it all because she puts the phone on speaker). I tell her I am very proud of her and that I know she can do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday  night we are at dinner and I say ohhh we have leftover pie in the fridge we need to eat (from Thanksgiving) and I say if they eat all their dinner they can have a piece. Baili quickly asks if there is sugar in the pie, I tell her there is and I was sorry. She says ok mom I need to call my dad. Hahahaha. I knew what she was going to tell him, but I let her do it and I did not say a word. She calls and tells him the deal is off. He quickly agrees tells her goodbye and she is off the phone and just sits in her chair with her head down. She does not say a word. I ask her what is wrong after a few minutes. She says that she feels really bad inside and that she thought she made a bad choice. We talk some about the Holy Ghost and what those feelings might be. I explain that sometimes its hard to not have sugar, and the same goes for her dad not having coffee. I told her though that she will be able to have sugar again next week, and I told her I would not eat any sugar either. She said ok and called her dad back and told him the deal was back on. When she got off the phone she told me with tears in her eyes that she felt so much better about not giving up and not having sugar for the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of her. She is amazing. This whole thing took place on her terms, she formulated the idea, she carried it out and she is such an example to me. I hope that some eyes are opened because of what she did. I hope that not only I learn from this but that her dad does to. I hope that I can work that hard for something I want so bad just as she did. I am one proud Mom to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="thumbnail" href="http://kosmicamusic.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-5534381701424890905?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/5534381701424890905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/12/coffee-tea-tabacco.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/5534381701424890905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/5534381701424890905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/12/coffee-tea-tabacco.html' title='Coffee, tea, tabacco'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TPkRDMUFqCI/AAAAAAAAAbM/AeD0jXuMoaY/s72-c/bekah35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-3838625425984537457</id><published>2010-10-13T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T12:27:42.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>So I have many a friend who are photographers, and they are all great at what they do. I have been wanting to get pictures take for a while now of me and my girls but just have not been able to work it right my my budget and timing with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Well a little over a week ago one of my good friends (and old roommates) took our pictures. I am so happy with how they turned out and I am super excited to share them with you all. I have lots of favorites and most of them I posted here. Now is the fun part for me to be able to pick what pictures I would like to get printed and blown up. I am open for suggestions too if you have any.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me a comment and let me know, and in the mean time here is the link to my friend/photographer Jenny who took my pictures. She is just getting going in her business but so far so good. &lt;a href="http://j-richardsonphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://j-richardsonphotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jenny. I love them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYGF-ksQOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PvQ4EHLvuV0/s1600/bekah10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527612292409868514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYGF-ksQOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PvQ4EHLvuV0/s400/bekah10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYGFkocE5I/AAAAAAAAAas/ZaONI7HR_RE/s1600/bekah29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527612285446263698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYGFkocE5I/AAAAAAAAAas/ZaONI7HR_RE/s400/bekah29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYGFN21wAI/AAAAAAAAAak/orWOQDxYY1Y/s1600/bekah33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527612279332651010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYGFN21wAI/AAAAAAAAAak/orWOQDxYY1Y/s400/bekah33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFw4woO9I/AAAAAAAAAac/pYF5yr0fVKI/s1600/bekah25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527611930072071122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFw4woO9I/AAAAAAAAAac/pYF5yr0fVKI/s400/bekah25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFwdO8E_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/TsO926cNnGw/s1600/bekah18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527611922683007986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFwdO8E_I/AAAAAAAAAaU/TsO926cNnGw/s400/bekah18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFwKkqyVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2zFZL_QdPZ0/s1600/bekah12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527611917673875794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFwKkqyVI/AAAAAAAAAaM/2zFZL_QdPZ0/s400/bekah12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFvutN4cI/AAAAAAAAAaE/gxoYJKych-M/s1600/bekah13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527611910193537474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFvutN4cI/AAAAAAAAAaE/gxoYJKych-M/s400/bekah13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFvMOghSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pzN3zMxZdoY/s1600/bekah9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527611900937930018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFvMOghSI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pzN3zMxZdoY/s400/bekah9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFS4tbcxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/P-yxmODjOIQ/s1600/bekah8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527611414662574866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFS4tbcxI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/P-yxmODjOIQ/s400/bekah8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFRgn1PFI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Hq4VNrP_-hM/s1600/bekah5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527611391016778834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFRgn1PFI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Hq4VNrP_-hM/s400/bekah5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFRVUguzI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ba0j9OYFcPY/s1600/bekah6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527611387982953266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFRVUguzI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ba0j9OYFcPY/s400/bekah6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFQ28rPnI/AAAAAAAAAZc/bulIcw8Ip00/s1600/bekah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527611379829915250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYFQ28rPnI/AAAAAAAAAZc/bulIcw8Ip00/s400/bekah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;Bekah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-3838625425984537457?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/3838625425984537457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-pictures.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3838625425984537457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3838625425984537457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/10/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TLYGF-ksQOI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PvQ4EHLvuV0/s72-c/bekah10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-3395268473625703248</id><published>2010-09-21T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T16:54:10.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I thought about a lot of different things. first off was a picture that I saw on my sisters blog. Keep reading if you are interested in a few things I thought about. Some may or may not make sense. sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of was a picture. I think pictures like this are cute....but um not when you do it yourself and you are trying to crop the thing to hide other things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TJlAP0tKfEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/9tuU8U7pS8Q/s1600/me+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519513458909543490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TJlAP0tKfEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/9tuU8U7pS8Q/s400/me+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new pants today and I think think they make my butt look cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love that I smell like my BFF (Gain).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is trash day, I do not want to go put my trash can out to the curb at 6:30 in the morning, in my pj's. But I have to because my trash can is soooo small it is now super full and cannot wait till next week. ~sigh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hum my last day of summer break, why do I feel like I just graduated HS and its my first day at college? Oh because I do not know where I am going, how to get there, don't want to be late, and because I will be too far away from my girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kristen, please stop having a fit, I cannot take it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh this coat is one ugly coat, who would wear that? Oh ok lady who pushes me over in order to get THAT coat, I guess you are the one who wears something like that. Whatever blows your hair back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Humm I wonder if ______________ will FB me today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need a new hair cut, in a bad way. I think I am gonna attempt to cut me some bangs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hum well this will do for now as far as bangs go, but I need to get them fixed this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate wearing socks, but my feet are cold, at least I have cute socks on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to paint my toenails, I want a cute picture of my feet and my girls feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like my house, I have good taste in decorations, I just need to keep it clean and it would look good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG, you gave my phone number to __________! And he is gonna call me? EEEEEEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why did I feel so lonely last night but today I do not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am glad that you are my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kindergarten open house tonight, should I dress up? Heck yes you should, you never know right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder if people look at my blog? I like to look at other peoples blogs. I guess you could call if blog stalking, I do that a lot. Humm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What should I make for dinner? Oh yeah I don't have to yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to call the temple and put my name down for Friday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why are you being nice to me? What are you hiding? I don't like you. I am still scared of you and what you are capable of doing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a happy person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my kids, I need to show it more often to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to work out more. I'm gonna do it! It will make me feel better about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot wait till Thursday when Grey's Anatomy starts. I love that show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate the Doctors office its just not a comfortable place to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This rug is so cute. I am glad that I got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-3395268473625703248?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/3395268473625703248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/09/thinking.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3395268473625703248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3395268473625703248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/09/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TJlAP0tKfEI/AAAAAAAAAYE/9tuU8U7pS8Q/s72-c/me+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-1824061877733680337</id><published>2010-09-18T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T10:06:50.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TJTwnOmcFUI/AAAAAAAAAX8/WS-seW6gM6k/s1600/seattle+2010+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to Seattle last weekend and visited my friend Aimee for the weekend. While there we took a fairy over to Bermerton to visit another friend of mine Carrie. Anyways we were taking some fun pictures and these are half of them (by half I mean I cropped them and took Carrie out of the picture, she was facing the opposite of me and so you get why I would take her out so as to not embarrass her). Anyways I think they are fun pictures of me, not that anyone else cares, but I thought that I would post them just because I like them. They make me laugh, and I do not think that I look half that bad in them either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TJTwmQExjoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/kYiVjThBDB8/s1600/seattle+2010+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518299983376387714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TJTwmQExjoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/kYiVjThBDB8/s400/seattle+2010+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TJTwl7yh7iI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Jqf4zcQkT4A/s1600/seattle+2010+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518299977931157026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TJTwl7yh7iI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Jqf4zcQkT4A/s400/seattle+2010+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TJTwlPhwHlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kq4nkrGX1sc/s1600/seattle+2010+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518299966049623634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TJTwlPhwHlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kq4nkrGX1sc/s400/seattle+2010+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8472683215288186576-1824061877733680337?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/1824061877733680337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-do-you-think.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1824061877733680337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1824061877733680337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TJTwmQExjoI/AAAAAAAAAX0/kYiVjThBDB8/s72-c/seattle+2010+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-2436702555821754552</id><published>2010-09-02T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:34:01.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baili's first day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it, today was/is Baili's first day of school. I help it together pretty well. I cried a bit last night and I did a little bit today after I left her at school. But more so I am just really excited for her. I cannot wait to hear all about her first day. I told her that when she got home I wanted to hear all about her new Friends (at least 2 of them) and about the books she read, and the play time outside, and her teacher. She was so excited and ran the whole way there. Those who where with her today as we walked her to school were Me (her mother) Kristen (sister) Jonas (her dad) and Melissa (her dads friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_r77IlCkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0Df4kJl_ZLg/s1600/summer+2010+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512383883643259458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_r77IlCkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0Df4kJl_ZLg/s400/summer+2010+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_r7YBn3dI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LyKFMQZIAHY/s1600/summer+2010+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512383874218843602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_r7YBn3dI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LyKFMQZIAHY/s400/summer+2010+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_r6_4efhI/AAAAAAAAAXM/iOyYMRrI-b0/s1600/summer+2010+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512383867738029586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_r6_4efhI/AAAAAAAAAXM/iOyYMRrI-b0/s400/summer+2010+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_r6YtC3RI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fO_iVO-fFR4/s1600/summer+2010+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512383857221098770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_r6YtC3RI/AAAAAAAAAXE/fO_iVO-fFR4/s400/summer+2010+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her lunch we packed a turkey sandwich, strawberries, carrots and dip, Cheetos, s'mores cracker sandwich things, and a water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_r5kKC6yI/AAAAAAAAAW8/i9tgjsFq8M4/s1600/summer+2010+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512383843115658018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_r5kKC6yI/AAAAAAAAAW8/i9tgjsFq8M4/s400/summer+2010+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I asked her what she was doing here and she said that she was striking a pose, so the #1 finger thing does not mean anything. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of Baili. She will do a great job in school. She will make friends easily and have fun. She is such a big girl and I cannot wait for her to learn and enjoy her life. Have a great year Baili. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-2436702555821754552?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/2436702555821754552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/09/bailis-first-day-of-kindergarten.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2436702555821754552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2436702555821754552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/09/bailis-first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='Baili&apos;s first day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_r77IlCkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/0Df4kJl_ZLg/s72-c/summer+2010+066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-7555700833062082350</id><published>2010-08-04T18:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T10:26:04.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer 2010</title><content type='html'>These pictures are a little out of order but you will get the idea. We had a great summer. We went swimming a lot at my brother and his wife's pool, we went to the park a lot, we went to friends houses and did crafts, and went on vacations, saw family. It has really been one of the best summers ever. I am sad that is is now over. But I am ready for this new school year to start (more on that next).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_diO6dndI/AAAAAAAAAW0/GFks-hJnyn4/s1600/2010+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512368049113374162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_diO6dndI/AAAAAAAAAW0/GFks-hJnyn4/s400/2010+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At a parade, girls are on my brothers long board, this was at the very beginning of the summer, they have changed so much since this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_YDQousNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ppJbkAAhUJ4/s1600/broken+arm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512362019441782994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_YDQousNI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ppJbkAAhUJ4/s400/broken+arm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baili broke her arm about 4 weeks ago. We were at the park with some friends and she was on the bar thing that slides and she jerked to a stop at the end and fell and broke her wrist. She had to be put to sleep to get it reset, luckily they did not have to cut her open or put any pins in. She was in a soft cast for 2 weeks and now in a hot pink and hot orange striped cast for 4 weeks. She really likes all of the attention that she is getting from it too, however it sure is a bugger to bathe her. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_YCthQDCI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fA2a1LTG0z8/s1600/summer+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512362010015173666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_YCthQDCI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fA2a1LTG0z8/s400/summer+2010+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next up, well you can see. He will hate me for posting this picture but this is the type of thing that good uncles do, and that is just what my brother Ian is. He really is such a good Uncle to my girls, they love him and love his wife Karissa. It is so nice having family live so close. The come over at least once a week, more often usually. We also exchange dinner nights, on Sundays I cook for them and on Thursdays they cook for me. It is great. I just love them as do my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_YCNXC6HI/AAAAAAAAAWc/C1hU8bRAiu4/s1600/summer+2010+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512362001382434930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_YCNXC6HI/AAAAAAAAAWc/C1hU8bRAiu4/s400/summer+2010+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lady in my ward who has this big water blow up slide (like those jumping castles) once a summer she will blow it up and invite all the kids in the ward to come and play on it. Baili's arm was broken at this point so it was just kristen who was able to play on it, but she loved it. I think we were there for like 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_YB32aqII/AAAAAAAAAWU/lglkY7LP0Uk/s1600/summer+2010+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512361995608434818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_YB32aqII/AAAAAAAAAWU/lglkY7LP0Uk/s400/summer+2010+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the girls at our weekly visits to Ian and Karissa's pool. The loved it. They swam they dove, they jumped and LAUGHED! It was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TFoUlDaJ2tI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bXqsEP7yqaA/s1600/summer+2010+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501732521589201618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TFoUlDaJ2tI/AAAAAAAAAWE/bXqsEP7yqaA/s400/summer+2010+110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TFoUkwHb2eI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WTXUp6IHnGU/s1600/summer+2010+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501732516410415586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TFoUkwHb2eI/AAAAAAAAAV8/WTXUp6IHnGU/s400/summer+2010+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TFoUkqF_o8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/pd63q8Y72RY/s1600/summer+2010+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501732514793759682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TFoUkqF_o8I/AAAAAAAAAV0/pd63q8Y72RY/s400/summer+2010+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is our summer in a nutshell. I hope everyone enjoyed their summer as much as we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&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/8472683215288186576-7555700833062082350?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/7555700833062082350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7555700833062082350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7555700833062082350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-2010.html' title='summer 2010'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TH_diO6dndI/AAAAAAAAAW0/GFks-hJnyn4/s72-c/2010+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-9102593950945397563</id><published>2010-07-23T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:48:10.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedicure!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shavonne&lt;/span&gt; took me to get a pedicure. As part of my birthday present. I have been looking forward to this since she said that she would take me. Karissa (my new sister-in-law) came with us too. Can you guess which are my feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TEnv8vw7PxI/AAAAAAAAAVs/AXbIcP8fKok/s1600/pedicure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497188647075266322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TEnv8vw7PxI/AAAAAAAAAVs/AXbIcP8fKok/s400/pedicure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I do love my feet. As a kid my sisters would make fun of them but I think that they are cute, maybe I am biased. My mom says that I have "Frost" toes. My daughter Kristen has the same toes as I do. I could pick her cute little feet out of any line up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have not posted much lately, and I feel bad about that because I think about it a lot. So maybe in the next few days you will get an overload of posts, consider yourself lucky if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I decided to go public with my blog. I have been thinking about it and the whole reason I went private in the first place was silly. I figure its my blog and maybe someone of stumbles upon it will read it and learn something from me, why should I let a little someone who said I should watch what I put out there stop me from having a voice. So here you are folks...feel free to read and comment and tell others about the totally awesome posts that I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TEnvyLazF2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/z-qgcIEqmao/s1600/pedicure.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-9102593950945397563?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/9102593950945397563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/07/pedicure.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/9102593950945397563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/9102593950945397563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/07/pedicure.html' title='Pedicure!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/TEnv8vw7PxI/AAAAAAAAAVs/AXbIcP8fKok/s72-c/pedicure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-2104828857829900138</id><published>2010-06-18T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:31:51.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>Well I did it. I graduated. I am done with community college and I am on to the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;leagues&lt;/span&gt; now. How do I feel? Pretty darn proud of myself. It was not easy to get to this point and through it all I kept strong. I am over the 2 year hump, 2 down 2 to go. I owe a lot of my accomplishments to my parents who helped me so much with my kids and listening to my complaints and helping me with my math. I also owe my kids so much for dealing with me when I got stressed and had to stay up late to finish homework and would get crabby with them, I owe them for doing homework instead of playing with them, I owe them decent meals this summer since they have had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt; one too many times. I owe my education to them because one day they will know that I really am doing all of this for them, to make our lives together better then ever before. I also know that the power of prayer is so real, and that Heavenly Father hears our prayers and that he loves me. I know that had it not been for the Priesthood blessing I received in the past that I would not have stayed strong and pushed through. I also am thankful for my brothers and sisters, and my closest friends who also gave me words of encouragement and listened to me complain about my teachers and my science classes that were oh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of myself and I know that after these next two years are done I will be even more so proud. Thank you everyone for your love and support. I did it!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whoot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whoot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-2104828857829900138?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/2104828857829900138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2104828857829900138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2104828857829900138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-1475316720592018236</id><published>2010-05-27T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:02:59.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister Rebekah</title><content type='html'>For those of you who couldn't guess this is not Rebekah. this is her hansom and rather dashing little brother ian. Rebekah is out at the moment picking her lovely kids up from there father... So i jumped on the computer and wouldn't you know it her blog was left unattended. so i figured i would jump on this chance to let you all know how amazing bex is. She is an amazing sister. she has helped me many times and and gone out of her way to make sure that i am ok. She is also an amazing mother to her two lil girls. They are being taught great life skills and manners and how to be charitable and sweet and loving and giving by there mom. i hope that they get Rebekah's traits when they grow up. and man they sure are cute! Rebekah is blessed with patience. i dont know how she handles any of her daily struggles. she does not deserve any of what she is put thru. she has a heart of gold and the courage of a lion. she stands up for what she believes in and i admire her so much. i hope this painted some what of a picture of my older sister Rebekah. she is wonderful and we are all blessed to know such a great person. I love you bex-ian&lt;br /&gt;ps remember to log out next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-1475316720592018236?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/1475316720592018236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-sister-rebekah.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1475316720592018236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1475316720592018236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-sister-rebekah.html' title='My Sister Rebekah'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-3133488482120267274</id><published>2010-05-23T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:52:40.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to walk or not to walk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S_nNwnBXEtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Ytr-kyzYw3g/s1600/graduation-cap-and-diploma-isolated%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474633057037652690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S_nNwnBXEtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Ytr-kyzYw3g/s400/graduation-cap-and-diploma-isolated%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after 4 years of college I am finally graduating with my AA. I know that sounds funny since after 4 years one should have the Bachelors, but my story is a bit different obviously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided to go to my family and friends for advice. Since it is only my AA in general studies I am thinking about not walking in graduation. It is in the middle to the day out in the hot sun for 3 hours of talking and waiting. That does not excite me at all. On the other hand part of me thinks that if I choose to not walk I will regret it later. My kids will not be there to see me either because they will be on vacation with their dad, and they are my whole motivation and reason for going to school and finishing. If it were not for them and they patience and love I do not think that I would have gotten to this point. So what do you think, walk or not walk? Party maybe instead of, or including walking? Help me out here. Thanks! Love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graduation is June 18th at 3:30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-3133488482120267274?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/3133488482120267274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-walk-or-not-to-walk.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3133488482120267274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3133488482120267274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-walk-or-not-to-walk.html' title='to walk or not to walk?'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S_nNwnBXEtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Ytr-kyzYw3g/s72-c/graduation-cap-and-diploma-isolated%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-3463766267095543356</id><published>2010-05-01T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:47:17.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visits are the best!</title><content type='html'>Need I say more? The pictures say it all. I love my family, I love my kids, I love my sister, I love my Nephew. Seriously today was such a great day. I hated that they had to leave but I am so glad that Sharon was able come and visit for the day and that I could meet my nephew Max. He is a doll. He spit up on me and part of me was happy cuz I miss that baby smell. LOL I know that is weird but really it was so great to visit with Shari and Max. Love you Sharon! Thanks for making my day and visiting me. See you in a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zKhGrNKeI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tIbkZXychzI/s1600/2010+family+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466466717797263842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zKhGrNKeI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tIbkZXychzI/s400/2010+family+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zKg_5DKGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/JmEhnz6pMdg/s1600/2010+family+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466466715976280162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zKg_5DKGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/JmEhnz6pMdg/s400/2010+family+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zKgvqbtfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Twqow3-vwaI/s1600/2010+family+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466466711620007410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zKgvqbtfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Twqow3-vwaI/s400/2010+family+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zKgBuzBmI/AAAAAAAAAU8/P2LI8dGPRK0/s1600/2010+family+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466466699290281570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zKgBuzBmI/AAAAAAAAAU8/P2LI8dGPRK0/s400/2010+family+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zJ33f3rKI/AAAAAAAAAU0/F4ygrMnDOZc/s1600/2010+family+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466466009348549794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zJ33f3rKI/AAAAAAAAAU0/F4ygrMnDOZc/s400/2010+family+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zJ3XpBYQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XBoDr-I4Y90/s1600/2010+family+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466466000796999938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zJ3XpBYQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/XBoDr-I4Y90/s400/2010+family+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zJ27gTD7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/Nm7Y7fEgwYk/s1600/2010+family+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466465993244217266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zJ27gTD7I/AAAAAAAAAUk/Nm7Y7fEgwYk/s400/2010+family+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zJ2VxfbDI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DL3jkV5-W5E/s1600/2010+family+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466465983115783218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zJ2VxfbDI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DL3jkV5-W5E/s400/2010+family+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He really was hugging me, even sharon said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&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/8472683215288186576-3463766267095543356?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/3463766267095543356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/05/visits-are-best.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3463766267095543356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3463766267095543356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/05/visits-are-best.html' title='Visits are the best!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S9zKhGrNKeI/AAAAAAAAAVU/tIbkZXychzI/s72-c/2010+family+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-6216649858473941946</id><published>2010-04-20T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:53:13.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Birth story. This time it's Kristen</title><content type='html'>So on April 6, 2005 I found out that I was pregnant with Kristen. Baili was only 4 months old when I got pregnant. I did not think that I could be pregnant since at the time precautions were taken to not have such happen, so for 2 months I was in denial, until alas I could not wait any longer and took a test which told the facts. I was in a bit of shock even though I suspected, and I did cry as I was scared to be pregnant with having a baby still. But we made the best of it. My due date was set for December 4, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qWZF9_OI/AAAAAAAAAUU/znR2xYjJtyA/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462349962228399330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qWZF9_OI/AAAAAAAAAUU/znR2xYjJtyA/s400/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qV_Llc_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/p69m16wmrRg/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462349955272635378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qV_Llc_I/AAAAAAAAAUM/p69m16wmrRg/s400/IMG_0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qVegWi6I/AAAAAAAAAUE/EBwkeJw-Reg/s1600/IMG_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462349946501368738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qVegWi6I/AAAAAAAAAUE/EBwkeJw-Reg/s400/IMG_0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Below is how big I was when Baili's first birthday came. Her birthday was October 28 so I had about a month to go before Kristen came. I was huge and I felt it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qUxByGxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/kvqemVikjAk/s1600/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462349934293555986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qUxByGxI/AAAAAAAAAT8/kvqemVikjAk/s400/IMG_0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qD3mbcPI/AAAAAAAAAT0/UuN3ZalzJNI/s1600/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462349644000096498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qD3mbcPI/AAAAAAAAAT0/UuN3ZalzJNI/s400/IMG_0475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On December 6, 2005 I was induced. I went 2 days over my due date. My mom came and stayed the night before because we were being induced in the morning. We went in at about 7:00 a.m. We got all hooked up to the monitors and they started me on pitoocin. I Everything was great. Not alot of pain. Then they wanted to break my water. I said that if they were gonna do that, that I would have to have and epidural before because I remember how my pain I was in when they did that with Baili. So they did. Everything went by pretty fast with Kristen. I had her at 6:31 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qDpvqJFI/AAAAAAAAATs/0gFUVdFeE3M/s1600/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462349640280712274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qDpvqJFI/AAAAAAAAATs/0gFUVdFeE3M/s400/IMG_0482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was 10 pounds!!! Don't believe me? Look below and there is proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qDMwSE5I/AAAAAAAAATk/5OeaRwc_sug/s1600/IMG_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462349632498701202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qDMwSE5I/AAAAAAAAATk/5OeaRwc_sug/s400/IMG_0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt great. I only pushed 2 times with her. It was way different then with Baili, as I was able to touch her head before she came out and see everything with the mirror there. It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84pmiVOyPI/AAAAAAAAATc/pVp9XMo9tmc/s1600/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462349140074612978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84pmiVOyPI/AAAAAAAAATc/pVp9XMo9tmc/s400/IMG_0497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought that Baili had tons of hair when she was born, but holy smokes this little girl came with the  mother load of hair. Everyone kept saying that she was a Mexican baby, or at least that she looked like one. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84pmYMZiFI/AAAAAAAAATU/YaoAY3E2xlo/s1600/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462349137353214034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84pmYMZiFI/AAAAAAAAATU/YaoAY3E2xlo/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had lots of visitors but our favorite was Big sister Baili. She loved Kristen instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84pl8jLCpI/AAAAAAAAATM/IKYgnWxZDO4/s1600/IMG_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462349129932540562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84pl8jLCpI/AAAAAAAAATM/IKYgnWxZDO4/s400/IMG_0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her first bath was not by her aunt, but our nurses were all very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84pGcAPnKI/AAAAAAAAATE/r25DZXjcZpM/s1600/IMG_0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462348588620160162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84pGcAPnKI/AAAAAAAAATE/r25DZXjcZpM/s400/IMG_0521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84pGHoqHkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eE83PQ5YNow/s1600/IMG_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462348583152524866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84pGHoqHkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eE83PQ5YNow/s400/IMG_0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After her first bath, you could really see how much hair she had. I could not get it to lay down either for the next 6 months her hair was always sticking straight up. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84pFpx8LDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3KO50rXGsW4/s1600/IMG_0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462348575138393138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84pFpx8LDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3KO50rXGsW4/s400/IMG_0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen was a great baby! She was very active, and always getting into stuff. She loved it when I sung to her and she loved to read books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84osbjcn1I/AAAAAAAAASs/nnkQGk1_ltg/s1600/IMG_1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462348141822779218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84osbjcn1I/AAAAAAAAASs/nnkQGk1_ltg/s400/IMG_1171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baili and Kristen played really well with each other. Sometimes they would fight and they still do, but for the most part they are each others best friends and I am so glad about that.  I love being a mom and yes it does have its struggles each day is also so rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84orgLZmEI/AAAAAAAAASk/zWnWZnfrAJc/s1600/IMG_1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462348125884225602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84orgLZmEI/AAAAAAAAASk/zWnWZnfrAJc/s400/IMG_1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-6216649858473941946?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/6216649858473941946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-birth-story-this-time-its.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6216649858473941946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6216649858473941946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-birth-story-this-time-its.html' title='Another Birth story. This time it&apos;s Kristen'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S84qWZF9_OI/AAAAAAAAAUU/znR2xYjJtyA/s72-c/IMG_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-9165435384833190191</id><published>2010-04-01T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:13:51.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of How Baili came to be</title><content type='html'>On March 17, 2004 I found out I was pregnant with baili. Right away I called her dad who had left for work to let him know I was pregnant. He came home right away and not a moment was lost in making Dr. appointments and calling family and friends to let them know the news. My pregnancy went great. I did get morning sickness, but it was more so just sensitive to smells. I craved cereal all the time and Lemon flavored things.  I loved being pregnant. I loved feeling the baby move in my stomach. I loved the instant bond that we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7Tqiom29_I/AAAAAAAAASc/3VNI_PEQ_DE/s1600/129122971590988612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455242929389369330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7Tqiom29_I/AAAAAAAAASc/3VNI_PEQ_DE/s400/129122971590988612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some pictures of me when I was pregnant with Baili. I felt huge. I felt like the hulk sometimes. Hence the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TqhzzMtQI/AAAAAAAAASU/cCr7gDBAGmg/s1600/129122971179727636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455242915214046466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TqhzzMtQI/AAAAAAAAASU/cCr7gDBAGmg/s400/129122971179727636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So when I was 5 weeks from my due date of November 17 2003 I went to my regular Dr. apt. I told them that I felt cramps sometimes but nothing bad. They decided to check me and to both mine and the dr's surprise I was dilated to a 5. They had me come in once a week after that and told me to pay attention to my contractions. the thing is, is that I did not know I was having contractions. They did not hurt and that is what I was looking for in a contraction.  So after 2 weeks of walking around dilated to a 5 I got nervous and asked the dr what my options were. They said that they thought it would be good to induce me just in case I went so fast in labor and did not make it to the hospital. So the next morning on October 28, 2008 I was induced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TqhTjIYsI/AAAAAAAAASM/TJydfHSBWaI/s1600/129122982785017864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455242906556719810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TqhTjIYsI/AAAAAAAAASM/TJydfHSBWaI/s400/129122982785017864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now it was not so bad being on the pit, but nothing was really happening. I was comfortable though. But when the dr. came in she decided to break my water. HOLY SMOKES when she did that my contractions became out of control. the pit made them so intense and I was not at all expecting that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7Tqgo6qqQI/AAAAAAAAASE/7sfu3kRYz0k/s1600/129122984037266848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455242895112710402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7Tqgo6qqQI/AAAAAAAAASE/7sfu3kRYz0k/s400/129122984037266848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After my water was broken I demanded to get an epidural. I did that that was great. I had no pain and was comfortable and was able to catch my breath again. I had the epidural for about an hour before I felt the urge to push. I told my nurse who got my dr. who checked me and told me I was at a 9. Then my dr went home. Yes home!!! after 15 minutes I was ready to go and so the nurse called the dr and told her to come back (stupid dr shouldn't have left in the first place idiot). Anyways I did not want to push till the dr got there so I just kind of let the contractions do the work and I breathed through the urg to push. Once I saw her though I got right to it and I pushed 3 times and out came Baili Rose Elber. She was 8 pounds 9 oz. and 19 1/4 in long. She had lots of hair and was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TqLO6XQSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qGxa-jTgoEo/s1600/129122977714833556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455242527354863906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TqLO6XQSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/qGxa-jTgoEo/s400/129122977714833556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TqKwFN0oI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nr1YhU-MafY/s1600/129122976180742480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455242519078883970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TqKwFN0oI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Nr1YhU-MafY/s400/129122976180742480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I went to recovery my sister shavonne was my nurse as well as Baili's. She gave her, her first bath and got her feet prints and I think that there was an instant bond between them, as to this day Baili lover her aunt Shavonne and they get along really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TqKSyc-4I/AAAAAAAAARs/CtROy-XEuZA/s1600/129122980729964920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455242511215557506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TqKSyc-4I/AAAAAAAAARs/CtROy-XEuZA/s400/129122980729964920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the hospital for 2 days and we had some visitors including my mom, Jonas' mom and grandma, my sisters, and some close friends of mine one of which is Sarah who's middle name is rose which is who Baili's middle name is after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TpkrvPBuI/AAAAAAAAARk/Uai6YM6V2yg/s1600/129122987305234566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455241865077917410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TpkrvPBuI/AAAAAAAAARk/Uai6YM6V2yg/s400/129122987305234566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are my sister Courtney with her daughter Mackenzie myself and Baili and my Best friend Sarah and her son Isaac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TpkHlTZQI/AAAAAAAAARc/pJK51Y8pjP0/s1600/129122985286229500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455241855372584194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TpkHlTZQI/AAAAAAAAARc/pJK51Y8pjP0/s400/129122985286229500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baili is such a great daughter. I love her so much. I am blessed to be her mom. Her life is tough but she deals with it like no other. She is strong and smart. She loves to dance, sing, and she loves to write and count. She always want to do what the grown ups are doing and all I can do is encourage her to stay young and not try to be so grown up yet because she does not have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TpNuq2nDI/AAAAAAAAARU/0gh1Rcf56rk/s1600/129122995271788326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455241470727855154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TpNuq2nDI/AAAAAAAAARU/0gh1Rcf56rk/s400/129122995271788326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TpNfUzsaI/AAAAAAAAARM/X0Q-N5249ug/s1600/129122999484307846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455241466608857506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7TpNfUzsaI/AAAAAAAAARM/X0Q-N5249ug/s400/129122999484307846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7ToxAwGa6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/j77rG1Xaodw/s1600/129122971179727636.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-9165435384833190191?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/9165435384833190191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-of-how-baili-came-to-be.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/9165435384833190191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/9165435384833190191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-of-how-baili-came-to-be.html' title='Story of How Baili came to be'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7Tqiom29_I/AAAAAAAAASc/3VNI_PEQ_DE/s72-c/129122971590988612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-877489194349103363</id><published>2010-04-01T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:49:19.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gleeking out!!!</title><content type='html'>Can I just say that I love this show and I cannot wait for it to start!!! Seriously, the music is great and I do like the drama too. If you have not seen this show, you so should. I may not be for everyone, but for me it is a must see! Lets just say I cannot wait till April 13th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7Tb2f4pSSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VUGVpkFllmk/s1600/glee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455226777971018018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7Tb2f4pSSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VUGVpkFllmk/s400/glee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-877489194349103363?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/877489194349103363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/04/gleeking-out.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/877489194349103363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/877489194349103363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/04/gleeking-out.html' title='Gleeking out!!!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S7Tb2f4pSSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/VUGVpkFllmk/s72-c/glee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-3913588370747383203</id><published>2010-03-07T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:19:13.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let is out sista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S5RsS9A6FKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/aInnlcdZCmU/s1600-h/woman-tears_~k0861710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446096922269586594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S5RsS9A6FKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/aInnlcdZCmU/s400/woman-tears_~k0861710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So since this is my blog I am allowed to post what I want right?....Well I am and I am sorry if this just seems like a pity party but that is how this post is gonna go, so do not read on if you do not care. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately nothing seems to be going right for me. School is such a downer. I have failed yes failed every single test I have taken this quarter. I study like crazy, one day for one of my classes I spent 6 hours of my day in the tutor lab. That is not including the 2 hour experiment lab I did that day and the hour of class I attend as well. This seems to be an ongoing thing for me. I have not missed a class yet this quarter and I am just tired of this nonsense. I cannot help but get mad and frustrated when I fail. What am I doing wrong? Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, it sure is not the easiest thing being a single mom. Everyday brings new challenges. I feel like I cannot at all compare to other moms out there, and I sometimes think that well Rebekah you made the choice to become single so deal. I know that my choices were the right ones to make and that ultimately me and my girls will be better off for it, and so far we are, it is just really hard to be all alone raising 2 girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of being alone, I am lonely. Sometimes my loneliness is worse then other times. But it's mostly at night when my kids are in bed and I am watching The Office or something and laugh, and no one else is laughing with me. I call my sister Kim like 20 times a day just to tell her about what I am doing. And to complain and talk about my drama with my ex husband. I know she doesn't mind but I know it's gotta get old. I am trying to put myself out there back in the "dating" world and I just feel so unwanted by men, I think who wants to take on my kind of baggage? Who wants to deal with my emotions, and my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there are times when I feel ok, and happy with life and I hear myself laugh or feel myself smile and I like myself. Life doesn't seem so bad for that brief moment. But that is all it is, and brief moment. I know a lot of people have it worse off then I do, but seriously I just need "this to shall pass" to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are reading this part, thank you for supporting me and reading through that, you are a trooper, and truely a good friend, or sister, or mom, or whomever you are to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-3913588370747383203?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/3913588370747383203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/03/let-is-out-sista.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3913588370747383203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3913588370747383203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/03/let-is-out-sista.html' title='Let is out sista'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S5RsS9A6FKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/aInnlcdZCmU/s72-c/woman-tears_~k0861710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-6092062464244996539</id><published>2010-02-22T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:28:27.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading my sisters blog and thought that it would be fun to copy her and write a post about things I did when I was young. Some are just sad and embarrassing. Some make me laugh and wonder what I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the 6th grade I only went to school for band at the end of the day. I decided (on a day when my mom was not home to see me leave the house in what I was wearing) to wear hot pink spandex with my sisters purple hyper color shirt. When I got to school I told everyone that I was out riding my bike and when I got home to change for band my parents had left the house and it was locked. Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my sisters jean jacket and wore it to school and on the walk home with my friends I felt in the pocket that there was some chap stick and pulled it out triumphantly only to find that is was a tampon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I would get into huge fights with each other, so bad that we would pinch each other till the other stopped and pulled each others ear's till they popped, and so bad that we would pull big clumps of each others hair...until my sister pulled the clump of my hair so hard that it completely uprooted, we both let go and did not do that ever again (I mean pull each others hair ever again, everything else was fair game).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared a room with my sister-in-law and her best friend for one summer. They worked together and did everything together. Well they would keep all of their lunch stuff in the top of my closest, one day when they were at work I decided to eat ONE of their Twinkies...well I did not stop at one and ate the whole box...I got sick and I also lied about eating them even though I was the only one who knew they had them, and then told the truth and felt totally ashamed to tell them that I ate the WHOLE box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I when we were young would take baths together, Mom told us to go take a bath and I went and got in but she was not coming, so I got out of the bath and went outside to call her to come take her bath, yeah I forgot to cover up and she watched me from the kitchen table show the world myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot across the street that was just tree's and bushes and stuff that my mom would have us go and dump our rotten food, once we were done with that chore we were able to go play...in the lot with he trees and bushes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it would be fun to take my friends fake throw up and prank the school secretary who was good friends with my parents...so I stood in the hallway hunched over my fake puke when she came along and saw me and ran to get help...when she came back and saw me holding the puke and laughing she was not so happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in the 4th grade I thought that I would wear my sisters black bra to school and stuff it with toilet paper...and wear a WHITE turtle neck shirt. On this same day I thought I would raise my hand and ask my teacher in the middle of class if she had ever had a yeast infection...not my day for being cool, let me tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved to ride my bike until I was riding and turned back to see if my friend was still with me and crashed into the parked car, man did that hurt and no she never let me forget that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-6092062464244996539?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/6092062464244996539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-reading-my-sisters-blog-and.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6092062464244996539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6092062464244996539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-reading-my-sisters-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-2166102885722063849</id><published>2010-02-14T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:16:44.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Dad</title><content type='html'>So my Dad...I could say so much about my dad, but I think that the pictures say it all. Do not let this first photo trick you, just when you think that you know him he pulls something on you. He comes across as a serious man but once you are around him for a while, then you are in for a treat. You are bound to laugh when you are around my dad for any amount of time. I love my dad so much, I look up to him and admire him. He is my Hero. He is who I want my future husband to be like in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S3jJXM9eTLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/J9KsaooUodc/s1600-h/2010+family+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438317950503111858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S3jJXM9eTLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/J9KsaooUodc/s400/2010+family+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S3jJW5l3aQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Yi4rLIiw4CM/s1600-h/2010+family+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438317945303820546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S3jJW5l3aQI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Yi4rLIiw4CM/s400/2010+family+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S3jJWUoZyxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/OGZVdRPR7Hc/s1600-h/2010+family+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438317935382350610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S3jJWUoZyxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/OGZVdRPR7Hc/s400/2010+family+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S3jJHkV_kSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sXFwKPuGN_o/s1600-h/2010+family+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438317681902063906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S3jJHkV_kSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sXFwKPuGN_o/s400/2010+family+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S3jJHGguNWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6xGXHUKKRKU/s1600-h/2010+family+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438317673893999970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S3jJHGguNWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6xGXHUKKRKU/s400/2010+family+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S3jJG0aRavI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8lk_VKjSKro/s1600-h/2010+family+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438317669035109106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S3jJG0aRavI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8lk_VKjSKro/s400/2010+family+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bekah&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/8472683215288186576-2166102885722063849?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/2166102885722063849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-my-dad.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2166102885722063849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2166102885722063849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-my-dad.html' title='I love my Dad'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S3jJXM9eTLI/AAAAAAAAAPY/J9KsaooUodc/s72-c/2010+family+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-3788436895122345191</id><published>2010-02-03T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:54:01.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bek bek bek Bekah!!!</title><content type='html'>So since I can remember I have been called Bekah. Most of the time only by my sisters and brothers, but if you are a close family friend of a close friend of mine you are also given the privilege of calling me Bekah. Well some time ago, again since I can remember my sisters and brothers as well as the in-laws would sometimes call my name but do it like they are calling a chicken. Like this "Bek bek bek Bekahhhhhh" it always makes me smile when this happens because it it not very often I hear those words. Anyways I was thinking about that this past week and decided that I wanted to change my blog title to that, so I did. In the process of that my sister-in-law Autumn has made all of my blog pages for me, so I asked her is she could change things up a bot for me, and she did and I love it!!! Thanks Autumn. So I would love to hear what you think about my new layout, as well as my funny call name. If you have any different nick names or call names as I put them tell me, I would love to know them. And as a side note since my blog is private those of who who are privileged to read my blog are also privy to call me Bekah! :) Lucky!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-3788436895122345191?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/3788436895122345191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/02/bek-bek-bek-bekah.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3788436895122345191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3788436895122345191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/02/bek-bek-bek-bekah.html' title='Bek bek bek Bekah!!!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-2960644069237405570</id><published>2010-01-12T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T12:07:32.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things about me</title><content type='html'>So I have never done a post like this before so I am gonna try at it. I may not have many things about me to post because I don't really think about it that much and when I do it is things that I do not really like about myself. So here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I hate mushrooms and tomatoes. Mushrooms I hate because of the texture, and they stink when you saute them. Tomatoes I can eat if they are on a hamburger (sometimes) but not any other way. But I do like Ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;2) I think that I have really hairy arms. I mean like more than any one should have. But I have seen worse so maybe it is not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;3) I love being a mom, even though sometimes I complain about it.&lt;br /&gt;4) I hate my hair, I do not like having natural curly hair. It means that I always have to do it in order for it to look nice. I straighten it most of the time because I just do not think that curl looks good on me.&lt;br /&gt;5) I really like my feet. I think that they are cute. My toes are different but not ugly different. And i have a really high arch. I like them.&lt;br /&gt;6) Some people are always cold. Mostly their hands are always cold, or their feet, or something obvious like that, well I am not so obvious, for me it is my BUM that is always cold. I have no explanation for it, it just is. I think it is funny, and it does not bother me. I think if it were my feet or hands I would hate it.&lt;br /&gt;7) Deep down I do not want to be a pack rat, but I see my house and think that I am. I need to sift!!!&lt;br /&gt;8) I have fat fingers!!!&lt;br /&gt;9) I love cleaning out my kids earwax. EWWWWWW hahaha&lt;br /&gt;10) My favorite number is 13. Has been since I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;11) I look up to all of my sisters. Each of them is so different and each of them I know loves me for all of me and not just because they have to. I love my brothers too fyi.&lt;br /&gt;12) I want to be the favorite Aunt, but I understand that, that most likely will not happen with all of my nieces and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;13) I like to belt out singing along with music, I mean really loud and pretend that I am the famous singer.&lt;br /&gt;14) I like to watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;15) When people ask me what I like to do, I really do like to go on hikes and walks and stuff, I am not just saying that to make me look good.&lt;br /&gt;16) I am not a morning person. I do not like getting up early ever. My daughter called me a baby this morning because when she came into my room to tell me she was awake I whined at her and told her to leave me alone. Haha yep sounds about right.&lt;br /&gt;17) I like to eat (obviously) but I am not huge on sweets, it is like real food that I love. I am all about the meat and potatoes diet.&lt;br /&gt;18) I hate wearing a dress. I always am afraid that it is tucked into my underwear in the back. Hate it!!!&lt;br /&gt;19) I love that I no longer do the chicken peck typing and that I actually know how to type like a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;20) My mom and dad are my hero's. I love them and want to be like them and have a relationship like them someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-2960644069237405570?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/2960644069237405570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2960644069237405570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2960644069237405570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-things-about-me.html' title='Random things about me'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-5707180750843626485</id><published>2010-01-06T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:09:02.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>So this quarter in school I am taking Chemistry 121, Biology 160, and PE cross training. So far I like my classes but it is only day 3. I like how my schedule is because it  gives me a chance to study in between classes and also gives me time to get my labs done, and to work out too. Baili and Kristen were able to start Head Start this quarter which is so great for them. I think that they needed to be in something and they love it. They are in separate class rooms which I also think is good for them, but they are able to see each other throughout the day weather it is out on the playground or if they ask to go and see each other their teachers will let them for just a few minutes. Baili loves learning and so she is just thrilled. Thank goodness that their dad finally was ok with them going in, other wise I think I would have thrown a fit (which would have totally been justified).&lt;br /&gt;I am working towards going into the nursing program to become a RN. I have always liked the idea of being a RN and also working close with people, but I have to say that I am not so great in school. I have a hard time reading and understanding what I am reading. I learn better from first had experience and so I am constantly doubting that I can do it and make it though on the other side. But I am gonna just keep plugging along and working hard, and in turn I know that I will be blessed, and that I will do fine.&lt;br /&gt;On another note it is the new year and I need to lay out my goals for this year. Last year was quite the year for me and so I am trying to just take it easy this year and not stress about much. This year I am planing on reading the BOM all the way though. I have always struggled with reading my scriptures daily so this will be good for me. Also, as I am sure almost everyone in the whole world is doing, I am going to loose weight and get into shape. My sister Shavonne and her husband Derek are helping me out with this goal too. I am embarrassed at how I have let myself go. I miss the feeling of confidence and just all around feeling good about myself. For so long I hated my life and what I let people say and do to me, and how I just ended up closing up and just becoming numb. Now it is my turn to be happy and its gonna happen this year I am sure of it. And last but not least I am going to work on being a better mother to my girls. I love them so much and they need me as much as I need them.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long post but I just needed to get that out there so it is done. Thanks for reading and supporting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-5707180750843626485?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/5707180750843626485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/01/school.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/5707180750843626485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/5707180750843626485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/01/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-2700971579172979424</id><published>2010-01-03T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:09:31.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Stockings!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S0F3izn8NiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9YQNfRxLh6Y/s1600-h/dads+camera+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422746866187777570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S0F3izn8NiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9YQNfRxLh6Y/s400/dads+camera+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is for my family. If you look at theirs blogs all of them have posted about the Christmas stockings they have made for thier families, or have made for other familys (like my sister Sharon made some for my girls). Here is a picture of the stockings that my mom made for all of us kids and for her and Dad, go from left to right on top and on bottom it starts with mom and dads and so forth. We each love our stockings, and we each claim ours is the best, but really if you look at them you can see that mine is so cute with the fuzy head of hair. I did not take any pictures this Christmas and I am so mad at myself. But my Mom video recorded it all so I have that. I need to put faces on the ones that Sharon made for my girls still, but they are really cute and I love them. Thank you Shari for making them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-2700971579172979424?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/2700971579172979424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-stockings.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2700971579172979424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2700971579172979424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-stockings.html' title='Christmas Stockings!!!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S0F3izn8NiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9YQNfRxLh6Y/s72-c/dads+camera+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-2498561122412610615</id><published>2010-01-02T15:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:38:49.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post because it has been a while post</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a while since I have posted and I feel really bad for not posting in a while so here it goes. Trish and Kaleb came over at the begining of December and make gingerbread house with me and the girls. It was so much fun. Kristen I am sure ate about 1/3 of the tub of frosting and used about 2 pound of candy right on the top of her house. She looks a little crazed in this picture, I think it was kicking in at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sz_UoX7oawI/AAAAAAAAAN4/px5HPoZWRs8/s1600-h/school+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422286266461350658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sz_UoX7oawI/AAAAAAAAAN4/px5HPoZWRs8/s400/school+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a fun family activity and I am so glad that Trish and Kaleb came over to do it with us. The girls love them so much as do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sz_Un16bFQI/AAAAAAAAANw/vNRy4KmMwtI/s1600-h/school+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422286257329476866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sz_Un16bFQI/AAAAAAAAANw/vNRy4KmMwtI/s400/school+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krsiten was having a moment of throwing a fit so she ran to the couch and hid under the blanket after 5 minutes I went to talk to her and she had fallen alseep. She is funny.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sz_Ub64PK0I/AAAAAAAAANo/DLsLf9VeOCU/s1600-h/school+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422286052504054594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sz_Ub64PK0I/AAAAAAAAANo/DLsLf9VeOCU/s400/school+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kristen on her 4th birthday!!! I cannot believe how the times flys by. She makes me smile everyday and she had a great birthday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sz_UbKRz-pI/AAAAAAAAANg/kGl7Kda3E-g/s1600-h/school+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422286039457987218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sz_UbKRz-pI/AAAAAAAAANg/kGl7Kda3E-g/s400/school+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Baili is not such a little girl anymore. She lost a tooth!!! She was so excited for the tooth fairy to come. I was planing on giving her 2 dollars from the TF. I thought that was a  good amount for the first tooth. But then my ex-husband stepped in and left 5 dollars to be left for her from the TF. I thought that was way too much, and I was not going to give her that much, but then I was worried that he might take me to court for not giving Baili her "gift" (which is typical of him to do, or at least threaten me to do that) so I ended up just giving her the 5 dollars and calling it good. I left fairy dust for her and a note. She was pretty excited the next morning. She has another loose tooth but it has been loose for about a month now, so we are still waiting for that one to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sz_Ua1FAPjI/AAAAAAAAANY/KPxO_u9Osak/s1600-h/school+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422286033767120434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sz_Ua1FAPjI/AAAAAAAAANY/KPxO_u9Osak/s400/school+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the tooth while it was still in. You can see how dead the tooth is. Uncle Ian helped get the tooth out, as did Aunt Shavonne. In the end I pulled it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-2498561122412610615?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/2498561122412610615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-because-it-has-been-while-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2498561122412610615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2498561122412610615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-because-it-has-been-while-post.html' title='Post because it has been a while post'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sz_UoX7oawI/AAAAAAAAAN4/px5HPoZWRs8/s72-c/school+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-7319841011710245608</id><published>2009-11-20T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:42:21.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney on Ice</title><content type='html'>So I got tickets for the girls and I to go to Disney on ice. We went with my Friend Trish and her son Kaleb. I did not tell the girls we were going until we got there and we were waiting in line to get in. They were so excited when I told them. When we got inside we went to our seats and waited. They could not wait to see the princesses and watch them dance. I can remember one time when my parents took us as kids to something like this and thought that it was so amazing and so cool. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; being there with my parents and their excitement for how excited we were. I do not remember what we saw, just that I saw it with them. I hope that my girls will remember this when they are older and remember how fun it was and how really magical it is when you are a child. It was so fun. Even as an adult I really enjoy things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SwbuLM3HVWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RS1bHZ-Ar5g/s1600/disney+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406270278903223650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SwbuLM3HVWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RS1bHZ-Ar5g/s400/disney+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture if Tinker Bell when she finds out that she is a Tinker fairy. If you look close you can see the fairy above her floating in the air. She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baili's&lt;/span&gt; favorite fairy, she was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sparkly&lt;/span&gt;, and very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SwbuK2KfK3I/AAAAAAAAANI/UcasC4LySkQ/s1600/disney+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406270272810462066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SwbuK2KfK3I/AAAAAAAAANI/UcasC4LySkQ/s400/disney+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mermaid&lt;/span&gt;. This was a fun one, and both girls liked the music and the different sea creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SwbuKr_ZjQI/AAAAAAAAANA/8KfcUGnLbbI/s1600/disney+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406270270079601922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SwbuKr_ZjQI/AAAAAAAAANA/8KfcUGnLbbI/s400/disney+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mermaid&lt;/span&gt; when they were switching scenes, these cool things would come out and be like waves in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SwbuKMQJL6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/GkrACubrTHE/s1600/disney+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406270261559898018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SwbuKMQJL6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/GkrACubrTHE/s400/disney+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture because you can just see the excitement in their faces! This was one of the best nights ever. I love seeing my girls smile and laugh. I hope that I can make them smile and laugh every day like they did that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a video of the ending of the show with Tinker bell and the other fairies changing the season to spring! So magical to a little girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f9cdd30a0283b5b" 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://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f9cdd30a0283b5b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330104820%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D543CC408CC1320218B3E4A95A406DDFADCD4ECB8.3F4473F9681D8CF9E42B1F91AB50BE6BE1806894%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df9cdd30a0283b5b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrL6Q3Go3UcAVraSnSGv5-lXMvwk&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://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0f9cdd30a0283b5b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330104820%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D543CC408CC1320218B3E4A95A406DDFADCD4ECB8.3F4473F9681D8CF9E42B1F91AB50BE6BE1806894%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df9cdd30a0283b5b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrL6Q3Go3UcAVraSnSGv5-lXMvwk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-7319841011710245608?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/7319841011710245608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/11/disney-on-ice.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7319841011710245608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7319841011710245608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/11/disney-on-ice.html' title='Disney on Ice'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SwbuLM3HVWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RS1bHZ-Ar5g/s72-c/disney+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-1009614784195699087</id><published>2009-10-31T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:07:22.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't tell me what I can and can't do!!</title><content type='html'>So today I was told to "be careful about what I put out on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;" by someone who I feel has no say in what I do. This person was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; offended by a few posts back entitled "WHY?". I guess it made them sick by reading such and had to stop halfway through and not even finish it. Well I feel the reason for that it because this person knew the truth, and hated seeing it put out there in public for everyone to know how bad it really was. My blog is a way for me to share how I feel. It is the way I choose to Journal. It is my life and nobody, and yes that includes the offended person, can tell me what to do anymore. I have been put through that one too many times. So in an effort to keep the judging eye from viewing my blog I am going private. As much as I would like to warn people of the dangers that are out there that I have been so unfortunate to be around, I wont. So if you want to follow my blog, or be one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to read up on how I am doing and how my Daughters are growing so much please email me so that I can invite you. If you are jut a blog stalker looking for information to pass on to others then sorry to burst your bubble, go ruin someone e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lse's&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;My email is &lt;a href="mailto:rebekahweber83@gmail.com"&gt;rebekahweber83@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes it is official my name is Rebekah WEBER. That battle it done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-1009614784195699087?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/1009614784195699087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-tell-me-what-i-can-and-cant-do.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1009614784195699087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1009614784195699087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-tell-me-what-i-can-and-cant-do.html' title='Don&apos;t tell me what I can and can&apos;t do!!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-1851796267150727485</id><published>2009-10-28T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:18:34.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baili</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SukDK3Ehu2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/qddwn7Le_6Y/s1600-h/October+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397849113496763234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SukDK3Ehu2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/qddwn7Le_6Y/s400/October+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SukDKnAgxUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5jUTGrj_vBE/s1600-h/October+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397849109184955714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SukDKnAgxUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5jUTGrj_vBE/s400/October+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SukDKKSXFqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EjFMuSJnCHU/s1600-h/October+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397849101475190434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SukDKKSXFqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EjFMuSJnCHU/s400/October+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SukDJf-XXAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5zcCURJAzEU/s1600-h/October+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397849090117032962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SukDJf-XXAI/AAAAAAAAAMY/5zcCURJAzEU/s400/October+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well Baili is 5 years old today. I cannot believe where the time has gone.&lt;br /&gt;Baili is very much my little helper. She loves to do experiments and to try new things. She likes to color and then cut out whatever it is that she colored. I can always catch her putting on lip gloss (thanks Shaves and Derek) and trying to make her hair pretty (thanks Kimmy and Jamie). Her new favorite pass time is to play on the computer, typing a list is what she does best, and if I let her she really likes to go to websites and do the children's games on there. My parents got her her very own "lap top" that she now never lets out of her site. She is very good at sharing her toys, and she is a great big sister to Kristen. &lt;div&gt;Baili is very smart and always wants to try new things. She really enjoys being outside and likes to do hopscotch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that Baili will grow up to be a very loving girl, always willing to help others, and comfort them if need be. She has always been able to please the crowd and I know that Baili will always be that way.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Baili, happy birthday! I am so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also as a side note, I made Baili's butterfly cake. I thought that it turned out cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-1851796267150727485?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/1851796267150727485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-baili.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1851796267150727485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1851796267150727485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-baili.html' title='Happy Birthday Baili'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SukDK3Ehu2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/qddwn7Le_6Y/s72-c/October+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-4115800727295129649</id><published>2009-10-18T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:32:49.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best weekend ever!!!</title><content type='html'>The pictures say it all. This weekend was so much fun, and such a uplifting weekend I cannot even begin to tell. On Saturday morning my roommate and I cleaned house and rearranged it. I was able to organize the girl's toys and get rid of some of the toys that they NEVER play with, and make too much noise. Anyways after that we all went letter boxing. This one place that we went to was so pretty and the leaves had fallen and it was just beautiful. So we took some pictures out there in the park. As you can see Kaleb, my roommates son really likes Baili. All the time they will say they are going to get married and be happily ever after. It is so cute. Then after that we came home the kids ate dinner and then my wonderful sister Shavonne came over and watched the kiddos so that Trish and I could go to a fireside where Elder David A. Bednar spoke. He is amazing. He did a question and answer fireside. He was very blunt and very sincere. He made us laugh but at the same time he invited the Spirit to be there in that meeting, and I can honestly say that I have never felt the spirit so strong than last night. He talked about how being one of the 14 present in the calling of a new prophet, he talked about the dignified way of it, he talked about our agency, and forgiving and forgetting. He spoke of the Book of Mormon and he bore his testimony of the truthfulness of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. There was so much more, but know that I too have a testimony of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I know that it is the only true church on the earth today, I know that Joseph Smith saw God the Father and his Son Jesus Christ, and that by and through them we now have this truth. I know that the Book of Mormon is another testament of Jesus Christ. I know that Jesus Died for our sins so he would provide a way for us to return to live with Heavenly Father. I know my family is forever. I know my girls will be with me forever. I feel that it is important for all people to come to this knowledge, and hope that you will pray for yourself to know this truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a great weekend, and I am excited for many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/StvlFbLZZVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Sn5FpwL9TqE/s1600-h/2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394156860063966546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/StvlFbLZZVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Sn5FpwL9TqE/s400/2009+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/StvlEzMiKHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u_EH7POwWmQ/s1600-h/2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394156849331316850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/StvlEzMiKHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/u_EH7POwWmQ/s400/2009+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Stvk6ltiGzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/njN54Zo3Cx4/s1600-h/2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394156673912937266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Stvk6ltiGzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/njN54Zo3Cx4/s400/2009+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Stvk6A2VOkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/R_cK04k0ob4/s1600-h/2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394156664017730114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Stvk6A2VOkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/R_cK04k0ob4/s400/2009+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Stvk5Ext0KI/AAAAAAAAALw/HNd-FvLmMhM/s1600-h/2009+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394156647892242594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Stvk5Ext0KI/AAAAAAAAALw/HNd-FvLmMhM/s400/2009+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Stvk4sZS1-I/AAAAAAAAALo/Ab6N-57NJu4/s1600-h/2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394156641347360738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Stvk4sZS1-I/AAAAAAAAALo/Ab6N-57NJu4/s400/2009+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-4115800727295129649?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/4115800727295129649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-weekend-ever.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/4115800727295129649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/4115800727295129649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-weekend-ever.html' title='The best weekend ever!!!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/StvlFbLZZVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Sn5FpwL9TqE/s72-c/2009+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-8938571173135489124</id><published>2009-10-13T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:30:25.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what?!!</title><content type='html'>Only two weeks!!! Need I say more? I think you all know, but for those who do not, it's only two more weeks of this dragging along, going along till the last minute and then changing your mind and deciding that what was once liked and your idea is no longer what you want to have happen. No more control, no more multiple personality, no more walking on egg shells, no more not being able to talk to my family, no more of the devil. TWO MORE WEEKS! and all will be final, and I can date that really hot guy (when he comes along) :P. And I can smile again, and I can sleep, and oh so much more. Thank heavens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-8938571173135489124?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/8938571173135489124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-what.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/8938571173135489124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/8938571173135489124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-what.html' title='Guess what?!!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-3200378659803224977</id><published>2009-09-25T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:04:46.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that I let what you do to me affect me? Why do I allow you to get to me, when I know that your intentions are not at all what they are made out to be? Why am I so lonely when I never had you to begin with? Why do I care? Why did I think that you were the best choice I could have ever made? Why do I cry myself to sleep every night over you? Why did you yell at me? Why is it that every time I see you, all you do is glare at me? Why all of a sudden are you the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;victim&lt;/span&gt;? Why NOW? Why can't you just go away? Why do I focus on you and your needs still? Why is it that no matter what you always get what you want but I do not even get the light of day? Why can't it be about me and not you? Why can't I tell my kids the truth about you? Why can't you move on and leave me and my kids alone? Why is life so hard for me? Why can't I let my hair down? Why can't I be grateful for what I have? Why do I question my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beliefs&lt;/span&gt;? Why? Why do I have to pay? Why am I not happy, when I have so much to be happy about? Why did I let myself get overweight? Why do I still suffer for your meanness? Why are you still here? Why do I have to keep all of your stuff? Why did you call me that? Why did you hurt me? Why was I always the one that was wrong? Why was nothing good enough? Why do I hate you?Why is it all about YOU?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-3200378659803224977?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/3200378659803224977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/09/why.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3200378659803224977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3200378659803224977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/09/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-1447301595322182974</id><published>2009-09-17T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:55:34.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soup! Mmmmmm</title><content type='html'>So tonight I really wanted to have soup. Last week I bought 4 crowns of broccoli and 2 bundles of asparagus. I needed to use it so that it did not go to waste. So I decided to make soup with it. I did not really follow a recipe, I looked at one in a cook book from my sister Sharon, but decided that I would experiment. So I cut up the two veggies after I rinsed them first, and put them in my pot, then I put in water to cover the bottom of the pot and then some. Then I covered the pot and let that steam and boil till the veggies were soft. Then I took this hand blender (which I have had for I don't know 8 years, and I have never ever used it. I never knew what to use if for.) and I blended the veggies till they were still a little chunky but also a little smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SrLzQlVgAyI/AAAAAAAAALg/q-DwgxZxx1o/s1600-h/soup+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382631970886910754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SrLzQlVgAyI/AAAAAAAAALg/q-DwgxZxx1o/s400/soup+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I added about 4 cups of chicken broth and let that come to a boil. I added some fresh garlic and some other spices for taste. Then I took a flour and milk mixture (about 1/2 cup of flour and 3 cups of milk) and added it to the pot. I brought that to a boil and got it to thicken. Then I took it off the stove and added about 1 1/2 cups of shredded sharp cheddar cheese. This thickened it up a bit more which I knew was going to happen. Then after all that I served the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SrLzQGLDXDI/AAAAAAAAALY/hFpa21V9cfs/s1600-h/soup+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382631962521590834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SrLzQGLDXDI/AAAAAAAAALY/hFpa21V9cfs/s400/soup+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it with my sister's rolls. My girls had seconds, and kristen said to me, "Mom I am so so happy, do you know why? it's because I love this soup." My brother came over to help me with something too and I gave him a bowl and he really liked it too, and he said that he does not really like soup. So there you go. It really was yummy and I even made enough to freeze some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SrLzPp9xk7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/pFqDOiwyuuk/s1600-h/soup+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382631954949706674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SrLzPp9xk7I/AAAAAAAAALQ/pFqDOiwyuuk/s400/soup+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8472683215288186576-1447301595322182974?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/1447301595322182974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/09/soup-mmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1447301595322182974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1447301595322182974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/09/soup-mmmmmm.html' title='Soup! Mmmmmm'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SrLzQlVgAyI/AAAAAAAAALg/q-DwgxZxx1o/s72-c/soup+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-3697179393996155289</id><published>2009-09-10T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:26:40.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marble rewards</title><content type='html'>So my sister Kim and I were talking and I was complaining (what's new) about how Kristen has a tantrum about every 30 seconds (no joke) and I just did not know how to get through to her. I try to praise her but she gets made if i praise her the wrong way. It is ridiculous really. Anyways Kim said I should do a reward system, like she has to earn marbles and if she gets so many then she can get a prize. I thought Kristen would love this but I need to include Baili in this as well. So I thought about it and decided that it was a great idea and would work well for the both of them, and I was going to do it. We went to the dollar store and got some marbles and they got to pick out their own bowl to put the marbles in. Then we went around and I let them pick what was going to go into the prize basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sqkzs33192I/AAAAAAAAALI/LJP1YhhMp2w/s1600-h/summer+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379888075876202338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sqkzs33192I/AAAAAAAAALI/LJP1YhhMp2w/s400/summer+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are with their marble bowls and showing that they are empty but not for long. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SqkzsQC3crI/AAAAAAAAALA/_hre4VzNd3k/s1600-h/summer+2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379888065185018546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SqkzsQC3crI/AAAAAAAAALA/_hre4VzNd3k/s400/summer+2009+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the prize basket. We went a little crazy in the store, I was surprised at how much fun and cool things they had there. We got some things that had more than one in the package, like pencils, and a package of lizards, and Slinky's, and little things of lip gloss.  So it stretched it out that way too. It's fun to see what they pick out when they get five marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sqkzr95742I/AAAAAAAAAK4/lhKmUQnzZ9I/s1600-h/summer+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379888060315722594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sqkzr95742I/AAAAAAAAAK4/lhKmUQnzZ9I/s400/summer+2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are still in the beginning stages of the system, so I give Kristen a marble at any chance I get because she gets them taken away as quickly as she gets them. But she is learning and already she has not been able to choose a prize because she did not have 5 marbles. Oh that is the other thing, they have to have 5 marbles by the morning or they do not get a prize. Baili is also not so keen on this because she has gone 2 days with no prize. But she will get it. Anyways I thought that you would like to know what we are up to in our household.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8472683215288186576-3697179393996155289?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/3697179393996155289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/09/marble-rewards.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3697179393996155289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3697179393996155289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/09/marble-rewards.html' title='Marble rewards'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sqkzs33192I/AAAAAAAAALI/LJP1YhhMp2w/s72-c/summer+2009+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-7885375792782075361</id><published>2009-09-07T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:51:19.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's rolls</title><content type='html'>My friend Dedra posted and asked for roll recipes. Well my mind quickly went to my mom's rolls which are a favorite for everybody who tastes them. They are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hardy&lt;/span&gt; and also the perfect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consistency&lt;/span&gt;. She only makes them two times a year or at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the only time that I can remember her making them and that was Christmas and Thanksgiving. Should would make them early in the day and the smell of them would linger in the house for hours before we could enjoy them, well hours before everyone else could enjoy then...you see I remember quite often sneaking into the kitchen to have a taste of the wonderful goodness while they were still warm. This is the best way to enjoy these rolls, right out of the oven. So for you tasting pleasure I have the recipe which I have attempted a few times at, it does take some practice for the rolls to turn out just like my mom's but it is well worth the practice. So enjoy and leave me a note letting me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Hot water1 table spoon sugar1 table spoon Yeast&lt;br /&gt;combine in a bowl until it starts to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bubble&lt;/span&gt; about a min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add 2 cups of flour 1/4 cup powdered milk, 1 egg&lt;br /&gt;mix up and then add 1/4 cup oil and a teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;knead in flour till the dough is soft&lt;br /&gt;grease the bowl and let the dough rise, punch dough and makes rolls.&lt;br /&gt;Bake 375-400 for 20 min or till golden brown on top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-7885375792782075361?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/7885375792782075361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/09/moms-rolls.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7885375792782075361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7885375792782075361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/09/moms-rolls.html' title='Mom&apos;s rolls'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-876622976312252653</id><published>2009-08-30T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:44:59.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My how they change</title><content type='html'>So I have been looking back at all of the pictures that I have taken and though holy smokes Kristendoes not look like she did when she was a baby. She is almost 4 and looks so different to me. Baili on the other hand I think that she still looks like she did when she was little. So here you go you tell me what you think, do they or don't they look like they did when they were younger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpsqHDpNybI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AKRH-SjrEDU/s1600-h/2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375936880922446258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpsqHDpNybI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AKRH-SjrEDU/s400/2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baili is 4 and a half and kristen is 3 and a half in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpsqGRUZBWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8y1FbFMA_jo/s1600-h/IMG_1193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375936867413329250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpsqGRUZBWI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8y1FbFMA_jo/s400/IMG_1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kristen is about 9 months and Baili is about 20 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-876622976312252653?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/876622976312252653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-how-they-change.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/876622976312252653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/876622976312252653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-how-they-change.html' title='My how they change'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpsqHDpNybI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AKRH-SjrEDU/s72-c/2009+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-6070711124108285093</id><published>2009-08-30T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:06:37.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in Idaho</title><content type='html'>So while I was in Idaho I went to stayed with my sister Sharon for a couple of days. While I was with her we went for a walk and to the temple and a knitting group and we made curtains. Just as Jayne was warming up to me I had to leave. I hate that part of the trips to see family. But here are some pictures of us on our walk around the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpshL0ZpFCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Gf1mo3v2x3s/s1600-h/2009+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375927067125290018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpshL0ZpFCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Gf1mo3v2x3s/s400/2009+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpshLHaAqAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/k9uePUl8PDI/s1600-h/2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375927055047239682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpshLHaAqAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/k9uePUl8PDI/s400/2009+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpshKpfdSmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wQZz3WIrfqs/s1600-h/2009+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375927047017024098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpshKpfdSmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wQZz3WIrfqs/s400/2009+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpshKCqyG6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/4LkJsknrtiM/s1600-h/2009+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375927036595542946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpshKCqyG6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/4LkJsknrtiM/s400/2009+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8472683215288186576-6070711124108285093?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/6070711124108285093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-in-idaho.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6070711124108285093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6070711124108285093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-in-idaho.html' title='Fun in Idaho'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpshL0ZpFCI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Gf1mo3v2x3s/s72-c/2009+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-1472331999471595394</id><published>2009-08-28T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:44:10.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I  cannot think of a title</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SphrnurqmGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZSmygARmH8I/s1600-h/2009+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375164485556934754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SphrnurqmGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZSmygARmH8I/s400/2009+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SphrnOy3qPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/z9xsRnjG0IY/s1600-h/2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375164476997216498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SphrnOy3qPI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/z9xsRnjG0IY/s400/2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So really you tell me, do I or don't I look good in this picture. I thought that I was having a great hair day and a great face day, my shirt is new and I thought holy smokes this shirt is such a sexy shirt, it has a key hole in the front sporting just a hint of skin, and I felt hot today. So anyways I just thought that I would share how I felt today, and it is the weekend and who knows maybe I will get a hot date tonight or something. LOL yeah right but you never know right?&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/8472683215288186576-1472331999471595394?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/1472331999471595394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cannot-think-of-title.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1472331999471595394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1472331999471595394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cannot-think-of-title.html' title='I  cannot think of a title'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SphrnurqmGI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZSmygARmH8I/s72-c/2009+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-8649239132583337313</id><published>2009-08-25T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:52:17.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpQjpd4EBsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TBTLazAwIMg/s1600-h/2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373959450661226178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpQjpd4EBsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TBTLazAwIMg/s400/2009+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well wouldn't you be too? I mean look at how cute they are and modern and they are so in style. Every time I walk by they make me smile, and also so happy. And well I made them (thanks to my sister sharon who showed me how) which makes them even more lovable. We are a perfect match!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpQjo5UX3TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UCIecXD18j0/s1600-h/2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373959440847854898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpQjo5UX3TI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UCIecXD18j0/s400/2009+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8472683215288186576-8649239132583337313?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/8649239132583337313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-in-love.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/8649239132583337313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/8649239132583337313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-in-love.html' title='I am in love!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SpQjpd4EBsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TBTLazAwIMg/s72-c/2009+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-6737682107834123465</id><published>2009-08-19T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:32:31.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Holiday</title><content type='html'>My girls are visiting their dad for this week and my sister Kim convinced me to come to Idaho Falls and visit for the week they are gone. (I think she knows me well enough to know that I would be sulking and missing my girls and go into a state of depression if I did not have something to do). So I thought about it and thought that it was a great idea. So I packed my stuff and drove the short 7 hours and got here on Saturday. Kim also came to Idaho Falls and she and my other 2 sisters who live here (Courtney and Sharon) all were able to hang out. It has been so much fun. We have played games and BBQ'd and made smore's with Reese's on the awesome fire that Jared made, went on a walk to the falls, gone to the Temple, and sewed. I leave in the morning to go home and as excited as I am to see my girls, I will miss my sisters. They truly are my rock as I have said before.&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures of some of the happenings of this trip along with picures of my sewing project that I did while I was here. I think you will like it and maybe even be jealous. :) So stay tuned for some posts later on this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-6737682107834123465?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/6737682107834123465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-holiday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6737682107834123465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6737682107834123465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-holiday.html' title='On a Holiday'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-1803754232530174889</id><published>2009-08-06T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:19:23.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still kicking!</title><content type='html'>So it has been awhile since I have posted and that is because I have been really busy and also I have not had Internet access. So now I am up and running I will be posting more and more. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;For an update: well lets see, I went to my family reunion in June and it was a blast. While I was there however I got pneumonia which stunk. It was like one day I felt good and then the next I was down and freezing in the 100 degree weather. I am still working on my full recovery from that. I have moved back to Spokane also in this time and it has been a good thing. I am learning a lot and I am a stronger person for it, but I would not be this way without my family. I call at least one of my 6 sisters every night. They are my rock, and really since they are the only ones that really read this, I want you to know that I love you and I am so, so thankful that you are my sisters, and that you are there for me when I need you the most.&lt;br /&gt;So here is to a new start and to blogging more because yay! I have Internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-1803754232530174889?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/1803754232530174889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-still-kicking.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1803754232530174889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1803754232530174889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-still-kicking.html' title='I am still kicking!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-5067722485399524082</id><published>2009-06-23T10:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:04:02.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;Some lady came over to our house and was chastising me and my children, She kept saying call me Nanny, but uh that's weird. scroll down and you will see that she then decided that she thought.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SkESfUR40VI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PABXweQJWx0/s1600-h/sewer+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350578161521840466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SkESfUR40VI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PABXweQJWx0/s400/sewer+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ........that my dad was a handson buck and wanted to sway him to her ways. By the looks of it Dad is on the fence, he doesn't know what to do. In the end he did not give into her persuasiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SkESfHHgGFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PT1VLNWj6gQ/s1600-h/sewer+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350578157988616274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SkESfHHgGFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PT1VLNWj6gQ/s400/sewer+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little my sisters would send all of us on a search to go and get all of the pillows and blankets and cushions we could find. Then we would make a huge pile and then we could go for a ride. We could sit on thier feet and then they would launch us into the air soaring until we landed purposfully onto the mound. We only did this when my parents were gone, because mom and dad had like 20 pillows on their bed and we needed them to protect our bums and there was no way they would let us use them otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SkER6jD_r3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JKbgR0DVXUc/s1600-h/sewer+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350577529834942322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SkER6jD_r3I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JKbgR0DVXUc/s400/sewer+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nancy had never done it before so I taught her and here she is catching on like a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SkER6IqEsSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cn_SkDadB_E/s1600-h/sewer+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350577522746896674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SkER6IqEsSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/cn_SkDadB_E/s400/sewer+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8472683215288186576-5067722485399524082?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/5067722485399524082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-times.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/5067722485399524082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/5067722485399524082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-times.html' title='Good times'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SkESfUR40VI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PABXweQJWx0/s72-c/sewer+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-7377066395108188221</id><published>2009-06-11T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:45:40.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here are some pictures of my beautiful Krsiten. She is a handfull but I love her. Below is a video of her with my Dad. He brought home some bubbles one night after he got off of work. He took them outside and blew them with the girls. I just love it that my girls are able to spend time with my parents. They have 25 grandkids and all of them but my two girls live far away from them. I did not know my grandmothers at all, and my grandpas, I do not remember very well. I am so glad that my kids get to build memories with their grandparents, and that they know that my parents love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SjHIQKUdKKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/T5Oh5nBU7QQ/s1600-h/Family+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346274412639103138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SjHIQKUdKKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/T5Oh5nBU7QQ/s400/Family+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SjHIPwnAgVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DKEPgGJXdY8/s1600-h/Family+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346274405737595218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SjHIPwnAgVI/AAAAAAAAAI4/DKEPgGJXdY8/s400/Family+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can you not think that she is so cute, but look at those eyes, she can be trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5841d682f5646663" 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://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5841d682f5646663%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330104820%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DFB54FBD289FC00983FFB781B91334FADF99B42.2417BC08EBD5AD777FE22BF0A6CF9921944B79B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5841d682f5646663%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFdZ2HUIy_wUlzUWiy4ShlyzCaJQ&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://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5841d682f5646663%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330104820%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DFB54FBD289FC00983FFB781B91334FADF99B42.2417BC08EBD5AD777FE22BF0A6CF9921944B79B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5841d682f5646663%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFdZ2HUIy_wUlzUWiy4ShlyzCaJQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-7377066395108188221?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5841d682f5646663&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/7377066395108188221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-here-are-some-pictures-of-my.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7377066395108188221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7377066395108188221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-here-are-some-pictures-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SjHIQKUdKKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/T5Oh5nBU7QQ/s72-c/Family+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-5477229818258418640</id><published>2009-05-15T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:33:01.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sg3PnxkdfnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AbHsmKC6Jms/s1600-h/Family+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336149415732018802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sg3PnxkdfnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AbHsmKC6Jms/s400/Family+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two pictures were taken at the childrens museum about a month ago.  This is the girls at the digging center. They love this station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sg3PnrTXz7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/014FMNiXjvE/s1600-h/Family+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336149414049730482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sg3PnrTXz7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/014FMNiXjvE/s400/Family+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sg3Pnspi1xI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2wkVMcvrETw/s1600-h/Family+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336149414411163410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sg3Pnspi1xI/AAAAAAAAAIg/2wkVMcvrETw/s400/Family+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sg3Oss2fDgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/nQurjcw3ws0/s1600-h/Family+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336148400853159426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sg3Oss2fDgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/nQurjcw3ws0/s400/Family+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are some pictures that Nan took with my camera right before we left for church one Sunday. I love these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sg3OsWRL95I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Z8qZD6wA-S4/s1600-h/Family+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336148394791139218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sg3OsWRL95I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Z8qZD6wA-S4/s400/Family+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best Friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-5477229818258418640?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/5477229818258418640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-pictures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/5477229818258418640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/5477229818258418640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sg3PnxkdfnI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AbHsmKC6Jms/s72-c/Family+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-7158221728316549989</id><published>2009-05-13T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:25:11.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgrlqGZSb7I/AAAAAAAAAII/qP2MCwg709k/s1600-h/Family+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a picture of the girls and I. We were in town for the day and waiting in the car goofing around. I love Kristen's cheesy smile. I love my girls, they are the best. We have fun together, and they keep me going strong.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sgrlp8tmVxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DTEqvkraxgc/s1600-h/Family+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335329217408554770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sgrlp8tmVxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DTEqvkraxgc/s400/Family+015.JPG" 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/8472683215288186576-7158221728316549989?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/7158221728316549989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-and-my-girls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7158221728316549989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/7158221728316549989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-and-my-girls.html' title='Me and my girls'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sgrlp8tmVxI/AAAAAAAAAIA/DTEqvkraxgc/s72-c/Family+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-9159508754320039106</id><published>2009-05-11T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:29:18.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrr...another FHE!</title><content type='html'>So last Thursday my sister Nancy brought home treasure maps from school for Baili and Kristen and ever since they've been talking of going on a treasure hunt. Well, once Dad got word of this he the creative cogs in his head started turning....and today was the great hunt. After dinner, Dad told the girls that new treasure maps had been mailed to our house telling of a buried treasure, and of course, they were all ears. Mom started speaking like a pirate and Baili said, "Mom! Grandma can speak pirate!" Haha! Here's the beginning of the hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjeWRMKDCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ky1viDly4cs/s1600-h/Family+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334758232773233698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjeWRMKDCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ky1viDly4cs/s400/Family+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first clue on Kristen's map was to head to the right into the covered garage. They're pointing the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjeV7pjK3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/AJL_WghocPk/s1600-h/Family+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334758226990934898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjeV7pjK3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/AJL_WghocPk/s400/Family+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Kristen leading the way into the backyard to her treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjeVj3mqUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3dk_KodOViU/s1600-h/Family+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334758220607433026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjeVj3mqUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3dk_KodOViU/s400/Family+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The map said "head along the Border Fence" so here we are walking under the tree passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sgjd1sS7jYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pyBj3kg-7-s/s1600-h/Family+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334757673113718146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sgjd1sS7jYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pyBj3kg-7-s/s400/Family+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, Kristen found her Treasure! X marks the spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sgjd1WLPsoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KNhBRGWWfDc/s1600-h/Family+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334757667175903874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sgjd1WLPsoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KNhBRGWWfDc/s400/Family+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sgjd1OVvb7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/V0gEuvGObPM/s1600-h/Family+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334757665072443314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sgjd1OVvb7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/V0gEuvGObPM/s400/Family+035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to Baili's Treasure, the map said to walk towards the tree where we swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjdIvJVSuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9qWn8gL0UvM/s1600-h/Family+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334756900784655074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjdIvJVSuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/9qWn8gL0UvM/s400/Family+043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more clues, she found it! But how do we reach it...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjdIdszn-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/vVn6UVgyrXg/s1600-h/Family+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334756896101605346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjdIdszn-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/vVn6UVgyrXg/s400/Family+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa to the Rescue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjdIIG5LQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HGDvKYulgYM/s1600-h/Family+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334756890305441026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjdIIG5LQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HGDvKYulgYM/s400/Family+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and their treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjcWE958xI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ca7wb4XdAJw/s1600-h/Family+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334756030468977426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjcWE958xI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ca7wb4XdAJw/s400/Family+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we opened the treasure bags, Dad asked the girls what sorts of treasures they'd find inside. They promptly answered "Gold! Cookies! Cupcakes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjcV4DabPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cxKZOAG30Pw/s1600-h/Family+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334756027002416370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjcV4DabPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cxKZOAG30Pw/s400/Family+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found some beautiful emeralds and Reese's cups! Baili shared her Reese's with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjcVs1Ir0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/2z0gcRUlL14/s1600-h/Family+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334756023989743426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjcVs1Ir0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/2z0gcRUlL14/s400/Family+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-9159508754320039106?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/9159508754320039106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/05/arrranother-fhe.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/9159508754320039106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/9159508754320039106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/05/arrranother-fhe.html' title='Arrr...another FHE!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgjeWRMKDCI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ky1viDly4cs/s72-c/Family+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-6107148705056044780</id><published>2009-05-10T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:24:11.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fcdd15636b41d0c6" 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://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfcdd15636b41d0c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330104820%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C73DB8A5E2FB82C9EECA631496DF8608DCA915F.727D5FB2258D5594DE9E8E65B007C70801ADFB1F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfcdd15636b41d0c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DH6US3IVc2EaRunzzPirUgUBN-00&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://v13.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfcdd15636b41d0c6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330104820%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C73DB8A5E2FB82C9EECA631496DF8608DCA915F.727D5FB2258D5594DE9E8E65B007C70801ADFB1F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfcdd15636b41d0c6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DH6US3IVc2EaRunzzPirUgUBN-00&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this is what the girls did for me for mothers day this year. I love 99% of these pictures, but then there are those few that are really really bad pictures of me and I cannot seem to delete them, so just look past those, please do not dwell on them and enjoy the rest. Happy mothers day to all of my sisters and most of all to my wonderful mom who has been my rock and my shoulder for all my life. I love you mom and thank you for everything you have done for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-6107148705056044780?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/6107148705056044780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6107148705056044780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6107148705056044780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-2190253907145112872</id><published>2009-05-05T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:26:46.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FHE car racing</title><content type='html'>So when my little brother was little my Dad used to take him to the church with his friend and race remote control cars in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;Well the tradition lives on. My Dad got these cute little cars and has taken my girls to the church to race. We did this for FHE a couple of times. The girls just love it and they laugh and run and play. It is a good memory for them too, to be able to play with Grandpa and see him excited about what they are doing. I love catching those memories of my girls with their grandparents. I look forward to many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgCgmGVeW3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/P-yQ_f3yhxE/s1600-h/Family+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332438535202823026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgCgmGVeW3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/P-yQ_f3yhxE/s400/Family+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgCglwn_DxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nDUSZUS2MBE/s1600-h/Family+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332438529374883602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgCglwn_DxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nDUSZUS2MBE/s400/Family+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-2190253907145112872?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/2190253907145112872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/05/fhe-car-racing.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2190253907145112872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/2190253907145112872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/05/fhe-car-racing.html' title='FHE car racing'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SgCgmGVeW3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/P-yQ_f3yhxE/s72-c/Family+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-348040008713381494</id><published>2009-05-02T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:45:00.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0EA9FQgGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1U70n1sLBDk/s1600-h/dads+camera+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331421948319662178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0EA9FQgGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1U70n1sLBDk/s400/dads+camera+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tonight is my little sisters Jr. Prom. My brother Ian (above) is the DJ, he is pretty Sick ( from what I know that is the new word for awesome, or great). She is really excited about it. Last week she went dress shopping and got this dress. I think it is a cute dress. When I first saw it, I thought boy that's not what you wore to prom in my day, and my day was not even that long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0Bptl_N1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/kfM4w-PUcWo/s1600-h/Family+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331419350001727314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0Bptl_N1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/kfM4w-PUcWo/s400/Family+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             This is Brianna and her sister Sierra and Nancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0BW_1vG_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/6Z3cicVFJ2c/s1600-h/Family+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331419028482104306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0BW_1vG_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/6Z3cicVFJ2c/s400/Family+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All week while mom worked on nans dress the girls were asking if it was Nancy's princess day. They could not wait to see nan in her dress. They got to get out if bed to come and see nan all princessed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0BWpAqO0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/nOp5oQ6BcYE/s1600-h/Family+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331419022353906498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0BWpAqO0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/nOp5oQ6BcYE/s400/Family+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0A5ai3UNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xLDxdywm25Q/s1600-h/Family+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331418520254632146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0A5ai3UNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xLDxdywm25Q/s400/Family+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Nancy and her friend Michael. He looked pretty bling bling, and together they went well. It was funny to watch her put on the flower, the corsage he got for nan had a light in it and it flashed, yeah pretty high tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0A5Os39sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/K3RY0caGGUI/s1600-h/Family+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331418517075392194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0A5Os39sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/K3RY0caGGUI/s400/Family+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0A49DsmeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MvjH2ZgiFs0/s1600-h/Family+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331418512339278306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0A49DsmeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MvjH2ZgiFs0/s400/Family+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's tradition to get a picture in front of the RED curtains. All of us kids have a prom of formal picture in front of these bad boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&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/8472683215288186576-348040008713381494?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/348040008713381494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-in.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/348040008713381494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/348040008713381494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-in.html' title='what&apos;s in?'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/Sf0EA9FQgGI/AAAAAAAAAFw/1U70n1sLBDk/s72-c/dads+camera+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-5696812828986265555</id><published>2009-04-13T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:36:46.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a cake and Baili</title><content type='html'>So I made this cake a little bit ago, I made it from scratch. It was my first time making a cake from scratch. It was a raspberry cake. I was not too impressed by it, I thought that is was dense, and not very moist. But the frosting was good. I still have to work on making it look pretty, and taste good, but it is fun to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNZLOJg4KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nrdPAloKvxo/s1600-h/2008+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324197233793491106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNZLOJg4KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nrdPAloKvxo/s400/2008+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baili was playing with the cat ( oreo). Oreo was sleeping by the window, so Baili decided that she was going to play with her and give her something to look at besides the back yard. She pays real close attention to detail here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNZK7Sx4RI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dxroH120ZDI/s1600-h/2008+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324197228732080402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNZK7Sx4RI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dxroH120ZDI/s400/2008+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNYg2PclJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FY5ZJ5hPORo/s1600-h/2008+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324196505821418642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNYg2PclJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FY5ZJ5hPORo/s400/2008+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNYgm9nsjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7qMeAE1KViA/s1600-h/2008+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324196501720117810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNYgm9nsjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7qMeAE1KViA/s400/2008+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Baili and Kristen have set up a barn yard. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNYgWB3NQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dTnUx7zlKCQ/s1600-h/2008+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324196497174508802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNYgWB3NQI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dTnUx7zlKCQ/s400/2008+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-5696812828986265555?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/5696812828986265555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-made-cake-and-baili.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/5696812828986265555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/5696812828986265555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-made-cake-and-baili.html' title='I made a cake and Baili'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNZLOJg4KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nrdPAloKvxo/s72-c/2008+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-9206208410179003518</id><published>2009-04-13T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:18:41.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter boxing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNXWBVtu5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ESpVSNmHedk/s1600-h/2008+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324195220310309778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNXWBVtu5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ESpVSNmHedk/s400/2008+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNXV6i2KbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LUK1KU80LnA/s1600-h/2008+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324195218486340018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNXV6i2KbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/LUK1KU80LnA/s400/2008+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNWsJc_paI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jMCfNGIqulw/s1600-h/2008+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324194500933821858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNWsJc_paI/AAAAAAAAAD4/jMCfNGIqulw/s400/2008+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNWr72ZnEI/AAAAAAAAADw/fA11gnughOE/s1600-h/2008+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324194497282284610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNWr72ZnEI/AAAAAAAAADw/fA11gnughOE/s400/2008+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNWrunJaVI/AAAAAAAAADo/_qyayTilUXA/s1600-h/2008+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324194493728647506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNWrunJaVI/AAAAAAAAADo/_qyayTilUXA/s400/2008+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shavonne&lt;/span&gt; and I went letter boxing this last weekend. She had gone before with her husband Derek, but he was not into going this weekend, she she asked me to go with her. I was all for it, it seemed way fun. So I went and got me and stamp and a book for the adventure. We went to a few different places and in like 3 of the 5 that we found, there was a Hitch hiker (an extra stamp) in them, so that was even more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exciting&lt;/span&gt;. I am hooked!!! Here are some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; from our fun. If you are interested in letter boxing, go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;letterboxing&lt;/span&gt;.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-9206208410179003518?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/9206208410179003518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/04/letter-boxing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/9206208410179003518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/9206208410179003518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/04/letter-boxing.html' title='Letter boxing'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNXWBVtu5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ESpVSNmHedk/s72-c/2008+069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-1585164838272011593</id><published>2009-04-13T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:05:58.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>This is my Dad. but this is not his real hair. This picture about sums up my dad and his personality. At first when someone meets dad he comes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; as a serious person, and he can be, but get him around any of his 10 kids and their families, he breaks it up. He is great at telling a story, I think that is where all of us kids got our story telling abilities. There are times when you would least expect him to break it out, and there it is. One time I was in the kitchen making some cookies and I had on the radio, well Dad walked by the hallway and from the corner of my eye, there he is doing a little dance.&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of him, there is a man who is well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;worth taking&lt;/span&gt; after, he is patient, loving honorable, and respected. He is a example of what a father and husband should be. I just wanted to take a minute to show everyone who I look up to and love. My Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNR-fwLuBI/AAAAAAAAADg/AFvuPsYgtuo/s1600-h/2008+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324189318599391250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNR-fwLuBI/AAAAAAAAADg/AFvuPsYgtuo/s400/2008+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNR-CGpj-I/AAAAAAAAADY/aON51amOv-Y/s1600-h/2008+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-1585164838272011593?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/1585164838272011593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-dad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1585164838272011593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1585164838272011593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SeNR-fwLuBI/AAAAAAAAADg/AFvuPsYgtuo/s72-c/2008+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-4947131167243212193</id><published>2009-03-09T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:29:15.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of venting.</title><content type='html'>I typed out a whole post and then just deleted it. The title is all that remains. I think I just needed to type it out  to get it out of my head. Thanks for reading and checking up on me. Some good news is I got 52 out of 50 on my last math test. 104% baby! 2 more weeks left for this quarter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-4947131167243212193?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/4947131167243212193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/03/bit-of-venting.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/4947131167243212193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/4947131167243212193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/03/bit-of-venting.html' title='A bit of venting.'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-3973291480991628164</id><published>2009-02-28T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:59:42.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up for a challange?</title><content type='html'>The first five people to respond to this post will get something from me! My choice. For you. Hand made (if you are lucky)!&lt;br /&gt;This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;br /&gt;1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make&lt;br /&gt;2- What I create will be just for you.&lt;br /&gt;3- It'll be done this year.&lt;br /&gt;4- You have no clue what it's going to be (nor do I at this point).&lt;br /&gt;The catch is that you must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog. The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they want to receive a homemade gift from me will indeed receive one.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I got this idea from my friend Sheila's blog, she is doing the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-3973291480991628164?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/3973291480991628164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/02/up-for-challange.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3973291480991628164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/3973291480991628164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/02/up-for-challange.html' title='Up for a challange?'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-6350107994547447489</id><published>2009-02-28T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T10:38:21.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice-cream!!</title><content type='html'>For family home evening (FHE) about a month ago my Dad decided he was going to do a reward thing for my girls. He made the a medal with ribbon tied to it to hang from their necks. They could do things to earn Star stickers to put on the medal like help clean the house, stay in bed for nap time, listen to mommy, being nice, sitting quietly in church, ect. So they did this and every week at FHE he would put their stickers on their medal and once it was full they would go get ice-cream. Well they did really good, and were so excited when it came time to go and get ice-cream with Grandpa and Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SamBhIL3m1I/AAAAAAAAACw/7o25Ee-PyDQ/s1600-h/IMG_1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307916041965771602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SamBhIL3m1I/AAAAAAAAACw/7o25Ee-PyDQ/s400/IMG_1382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a classic "say cheese" face for Kristen.  she was so funny to watch eat her ice-cream cone, she has a really long tongue and kept licking all over her mouth, she loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SamBgkm4hhI/AAAAAAAAACo/oF0UHeSxh4Q/s1600-h/IMG_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307916032415401490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SamBgkm4hhI/AAAAAAAAACo/oF0UHeSxh4Q/s400/IMG_1381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baili dove right into it, and ate the whole cone you can see around her neck the ribbon to the medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SamBgeLp1QI/AAAAAAAAACg/-hzpCwWdb3M/s1600-h/IMG_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307916030690579714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SamBgeLp1QI/AAAAAAAAACg/-hzpCwWdb3M/s400/IMG_1380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here you can see the medal and the star stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SamBHniXyqI/AAAAAAAAACY/PC1zLHd_kBE/s1600-h/IMG_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307915603705055906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SamBHniXyqI/AAAAAAAAACY/PC1zLHd_kBE/s400/IMG_1379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SamBHXtqMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Cx7Uui-YAKg/s1600-h/IMG_1378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307915599457432274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SamBHXtqMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Cx7Uui-YAKg/s400/IMG_1378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SamBFB0_-yI/AAAAAAAAACA/lUIlGHlRkFI/s1600-h/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307915559222901538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SamBFB0_-yI/AAAAAAAAACA/lUIlGHlRkFI/s400/IMG_1967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shavonne took all of these pictures. This is a really cute picture of Kristen, you just have to smile when you look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307915567791820018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SamBFhv_TPI/AAAAAAAAACI/eEcSoGFsfo4/s400/IMG_1965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Baili had some chocolate that Uncle Derek gave her, she said she was saving the rest (on her face) to show her dad. Even though she has chocolate on her face she is still so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&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&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/8472683215288186576-6350107994547447489?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/6350107994547447489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/02/ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6350107994547447489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/6350107994547447489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/02/ice-cream.html' title='Ice-cream!!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/SamBhIL3m1I/AAAAAAAAACw/7o25Ee-PyDQ/s72-c/IMG_1382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8472683215288186576.post-1457090301931745751</id><published>2009-02-23T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:27:22.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New and improved!</title><content type='html'>Well I had to delete my old e-mail addres and in doing so it also deleated my blog or made it so that I cannot access it anymore. So here is my new blog. I hope that you will enjoy reading this blog, and I hope I can make you laugh while reading it as well, or at least put a smile on your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8472683215288186576-1457090301931745751?l=rebekahweber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/feeds/1457090301931745751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-and-improved.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1457090301931745751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8472683215288186576/posts/default/1457090301931745751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekahweber.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-and-improved.html' title='New and improved!'/><author><name>Bek Bek Bek Bekah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s975tUWZPpI/S61sm46vVPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JpRnOsFLaSA/S220/2010+001.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
