<?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-7013426317805167462</id><updated>2012-02-04T10:25:43.359-08:00</updated><category term='Christmas letter'/><title type='text'>Marching To The Beat Of My Own Drum</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-4570687942854539089</id><published>2012-02-04T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T10:25:43.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7dH4uyxC5g/Ty132LhGQvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/WgAOlOrjbDY/s1600/1219619058bGGP5N.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7dH4uyxC5g/Ty132LhGQvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/WgAOlOrjbDY/s320/1219619058bGGP5N.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day, Round day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;luminous orange in 24 sections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;all filled with the same sunny sweetness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;-Octavio Paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-4570687942854539089?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/4570687942854539089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2012/02/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4570687942854539089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4570687942854539089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2012/02/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7dH4uyxC5g/Ty132LhGQvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/WgAOlOrjbDY/s72-c/1219619058bGGP5N.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-2582886724491230554</id><published>2012-02-02T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T10:11:06.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lepchas Love lament</title><content type='html'>I realized the other day that I am&amp;nbsp;literally&amp;nbsp;paying money to become a spinster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioQzU8GpXTw/TyrRob_AEtI/AAAAAAAAA3E/cT6PsCx_GrE/s1600/65166_lady-spin_lg.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioQzU8GpXTw/TyrRob_AEtI/AAAAAAAAA3E/cT6PsCx_GrE/s320/65166_lady-spin_lg.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a maiden like an unopened bud,&lt;br /&gt;like a pretty supple shuttle,&lt;br /&gt;like a whirling staff.&lt;br /&gt;I am a maiden standing like a twirling spinning thread&lt;br /&gt;like a bright golden tassel standing forlorn behind.&lt;br /&gt;I am a maiden like a tender coiled bud&lt;br /&gt;sung like a sorrowing bird,&lt;br /&gt;loudly lamenting like the tak-mok bird,&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad, very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nepalese&amp;nbsp;folk song)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-2582886724491230554?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/2582886724491230554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2012/02/lepchas-love-lament.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2582886724491230554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2582886724491230554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2012/02/lepchas-love-lament.html' title='Lepchas Love lament'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ioQzU8GpXTw/TyrRob_AEtI/AAAAAAAAA3E/cT6PsCx_GrE/s72-c/65166_lady-spin_lg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5467664161509468509</id><published>2012-01-10T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:17:39.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRv99xi1U_8/Twxyn5QkRRI/AAAAAAAAA2w/4q0MAo0aB1I/s1600/pweave3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRv99xi1U_8/Twxyn5QkRRI/AAAAAAAAA2w/4q0MAo0aB1I/s320/pweave3.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BieYXXKiTs0/TwxyprZhnqI/AAAAAAAAA24/BIIsUfWTxeg/s1600/peruvian-weaving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BieYXXKiTs0/TwxyprZhnqI/AAAAAAAAA24/BIIsUfWTxeg/s320/peruvian-weaving.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quarter I am taking my first weaving class. I have put it off partly due to the fact that it is hard to get into and partly due to the fact that I thought I wouldn't like it. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I have only just started and I am already loving it. It is so&amp;nbsp;fascinating&amp;nbsp;to me. There is something so beautiful and meditative about the repetitious motions and the feel of the materials. There are so many different types of weaving around the world and I am assembling a notebook of different styles and artists. Right now I am so amazed by Peruvian Andean weaving. These people, women and men, have a very intricate style that is all done by hand on a backstrap loom. They tie it to a tree or pegs in the ground and go to it. They spin and dye their own yarn and use sticks to make the loom. It has become a very important way to earn money, by selling their work to tourists. The work is incredibly beautiful, especially when you know the labor that went into producing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of what I am talking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/SHh8VH9eB8Y/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SHh8VH9eB8Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SHh8VH9eB8Y&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5467664161509468509?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5467664161509468509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2012/01/weaving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5467664161509468509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5467664161509468509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2012/01/weaving.html' title='Weaving'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRv99xi1U_8/Twxyn5QkRRI/AAAAAAAAA2w/4q0MAo0aB1I/s72-c/pweave3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-2601707913460606306</id><published>2012-01-03T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:06:03.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leather working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P43Q7926pZI/TwNcR_OSffI/AAAAAAAAA1c/S7D6sjitKjk/s1600/leather+working+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P43Q7926pZI/TwNcR_OSffI/AAAAAAAAA1c/S7D6sjitKjk/s320/leather+working+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I mentioned I got some leather working tools for Christmas, these are some of the projects I have made since. I made all of these with pretty much just the tools in the picture. I also made use of all my art history text books for weights and some binder clips and glue to hold things together.&lt;br /&gt;A lovely girl in one of my classes was doing a project with leather and it piqued my interest and so I found out what she was using. The sewing awl, which is the second tool from the top is what she was using to sew the leather, which is a bit too thick to send through the sewing machine. I also found a cool video that showed how to do the stitching. Here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.tandyleatherfactory.com/en-usd/search/searchresults/1216-00.aspx"&gt;http://www.tandyleatherfactory.com/en-usd/search/searchresults/1216-00.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first project I made was a cell phone case. In the instructions it said it was for an iphone but it didn't fit my phone which is a lot smaller than an i phone, so I converted it into a card carrier and it works fabulously. I like it because I don't always take the same bag and so I can just grab this and know I have the right cards with me. It is much better than the walmart one I used to have. although it would be nice to incorporate a window to show my ID through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8q2u3wB41l4/TwNeLL_ox5I/AAAAAAAAA1o/0vS96mqLI98/s1600/leather+working+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8q2u3wB41l4/TwNeLL_ox5I/AAAAAAAAA1o/0vS96mqLI98/s320/leather+working+008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1NkXV4uY2y0/TwNeMCjZpZI/AAAAAAAAA1w/dCwf5fyZCDQ/s1600/leather+working+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1NkXV4uY2y0/TwNeMCjZpZI/AAAAAAAAA1w/dCwf5fyZCDQ/s320/leather+working+009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next I made a passport holder. I wanted a few easy projects to complete before I started something more challenging. This was easy enough:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CU8BsY2o3P8/TwNebF5L9hI/AAAAAAAAA18/a0Y9RbdWhog/s1600/leather+working+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CU8BsY2o3P8/TwNebF5L9hI/AAAAAAAAA18/a0Y9RbdWhog/s320/leather+working+011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ElMufIjEoI/TwNecAB9u2I/AAAAAAAAA2E/YnZvKtH5kRs/s1600/leather+working+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ElMufIjEoI/TwNecAB9u2I/AAAAAAAAA2E/YnZvKtH5kRs/s320/leather+working+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--a4Cak_N4Sc/TwNecgMaY0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/zYifFxpf69k/s1600/leather+working+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--a4Cak_N4Sc/TwNecgMaY0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/zYifFxpf69k/s320/leather+working+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then I finally decided to make a kindle case. I found one online that was just a cover, but I didn't have the elastic to hold in in. I also figured it could easily still come unfolded in a bag and junk could get in next to the kindle so I wanted to make a pouch instead. So I drew up my own plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_uaSEipRZJ0/TwNfF81RjHI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/_twIUe0uZ1k/s1600/leather+working+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_uaSEipRZJ0/TwNfF81RjHI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/_twIUe0uZ1k/s320/leather+working+003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZzGxmWtEGI/TwNfGzk4GRI/AAAAAAAAA2g/4cXTcjzBoqQ/s1600/leather+working+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZzGxmWtEGI/TwNfGzk4GRI/AAAAAAAAA2g/4cXTcjzBoqQ/s320/leather+working+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5Vwsl9hdIw/TwNfHxmwPvI/AAAAAAAAA2o/4ebS7wgYoNs/s1600/leather+working+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o5Vwsl9hdIw/TwNfHxmwPvI/AAAAAAAAA2o/4ebS7wgYoNs/s320/leather+working+005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I lined it with some fabric I had dyed in one of my classes by folding a hem down and using spray adhesive to attach it to the leather. After I took the pictures I soaked it in some water and now I am weighing it down to try and get it to bend more easily. I kinda love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-2601707913460606306?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/2601707913460606306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2012/01/leather-working.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2601707913460606306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2601707913460606306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2012/01/leather-working.html' title='Leather working'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P43Q7926pZI/TwNcR_OSffI/AAAAAAAAA1c/S7D6sjitKjk/s72-c/leather+working+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-156649382209047135</id><published>2012-01-03T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:20:27.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Banana Muffins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRFcQVPKaSE/TwMzrOk6wFI/AAAAAAAAA0A/RpXgpLPT4zY/s1600/chocolate+muffins+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRFcQVPKaSE/TwMzrOk6wFI/AAAAAAAAA0A/RpXgpLPT4zY/s320/chocolate+muffins+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YBajiEoFvMw/TwMzsh9oqQI/AAAAAAAAA0I/1OpCe4-83jY/s1600/chocolate+muffins+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YBajiEoFvMw/TwMzsh9oqQI/AAAAAAAAA0I/1OpCe4-83jY/s320/chocolate+muffins+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like quickly blackening bananas to inspire a muffin recipe. I pulled out my recipe collection and found a recipe for banana bread that I had pulled from a magazine. I of course had to alter it because I can't be satisfied by simply following a recipe as is.&lt;br /&gt;What could be better than banana muffins? CHOCOLATE banana muffins. Yesterday I bought some cashews:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CZPEs86Yms/TwM1Ef_ALgI/AAAAAAAAA0U/F6zHF3QigCw/s1600/AAAAC4NHHmoAAAAAAYbcgg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3CZPEs86Yms/TwM1Ef_ALgI/AAAAAAAAA0U/F6zHF3QigCw/s1600/AAAAC4NHHmoAAAAAAYbcgg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and some almond extract and so I decided to add them to make the muffins even more exciting. Here is my version of the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chocolate Banana Muffins &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Preheat the oven to 350 degrees&lt;br /&gt;1 c. vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;2 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 Tblsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp almond extract opt. ( I used 1/8 and didn't feel like it was enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat these all together until light in color and fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;In a seperate small bowl whisk together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. cocoa pwd.&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. bkg. soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. bkg. pwd&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisk together until blended then add all at once to wet ingredients. Gently incorporate until just barely mixed. &amp;nbsp;Gently fold in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 c. mashed bananas. (about 5 bananas)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. chocolate chips (if you want it really chocolatey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line two muffin tins with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5aqmg3dW_iI/TwM28jfJ6-I/AAAAAAAAA0g/VSUd3Ttx-5M/s1600/GetImage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5aqmg3dW_iI/TwM28jfJ6-I/AAAAAAAAA0g/VSUd3Ttx-5M/s1600/GetImage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister sent me some for Christmas and they are awesome. They stay lovely and the muffins/cupcakes come out nicely. Fill the muffin cups almost all the way to the top. I would say until there is about 1/8" space from the top. That is how they get that nice rounded top. Top with some chopped cashews. I usually will just put them in a sandwich baggie and smash them with the rolling pin until they are broken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bake for 25-30 min. Test with a toothpick. I rotated the pans half way through too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;So incidentally I had some left over batter and I tried cooking it in the microwave. I sprayed the inside of a mug with pam and then poured the left over batter in the mug. &amp;nbsp;I cooked it for a minute and then pulled it out and dumped it out onto a plate. IT WORKED! I've seen mug cakes online before but never quite believed it was really possible. I am here to say it it. &amp;nbsp;The ones cooked in the oven were better but still in a pinch it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-156649382209047135?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/156649382209047135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2012/01/chocolate-banana-muffins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/156649382209047135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/156649382209047135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2012/01/chocolate-banana-muffins.html' title='Chocolate Banana Muffins'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRFcQVPKaSE/TwMzrOk6wFI/AAAAAAAAA0A/RpXgpLPT4zY/s72-c/chocolate+muffins+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-738422832373325165</id><published>2012-01-02T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:09:01.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Sorry It has been a while since I posted. I have been keeping myself busy with loads of projects and with work. I don't know if I told you but I work here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMj6546-qxs/TwJK-4YEyjI/AAAAAAAAAyo/MqW3SrAmCHs/s1600/Double+hotpads+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMj6546-qxs/TwJK-4YEyjI/AAAAAAAAAyo/MqW3SrAmCHs/s320/Double+hotpads+010.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e8_I1iM-pKk/TwJLEqK0uMI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4fJHQ1e6CZg/s1600/Double+hotpads+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e8_I1iM-pKk/TwJLEqK0uMI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4fJHQ1e6CZg/s320/Double+hotpads+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vf7FhkAUrsY/TwJL5p4w5AI/AAAAAAAAAy8/4CKtsnreM0U/s1600/Double+hotpads+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vf7FhkAUrsY/TwJL5p4w5AI/AAAAAAAAAy8/4CKtsnreM0U/s320/Double+hotpads+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The building is owned by the Scottish Rite, which is a branch of the freemasons. We are the restaurant in the bottom called The Gryphon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my buddies folding napkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We serve mostly salads, sandwiches and soup. Everything is pretty good and fresh. Everybody got a little crazy because only a few of us stayed around for the holidays. We all worked a lot of hours and made good money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the projects I've been working on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsfkCsGxUfY/TwJNAW1dboI/AAAAAAAAAzI/r_OQA5WMfms/s1600/Double+hotpads+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsfkCsGxUfY/TwJNAW1dboI/AAAAAAAAAzI/r_OQA5WMfms/s320/Double+hotpads+001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Double oven mitts for my friend Leah&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdAKWz8Cx2g/TwJNF3pbmHI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/LpTf51Imm_g/s1600/Dad%2527s+Quilt+057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdAKWz8Cx2g/TwJNF3pbmHI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/LpTf51Imm_g/s320/Dad%2527s+Quilt+057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quilt for dad&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I made this quilt for my dad for Christmas. He has helped me A LOT this year and I wanted to make him a quilt of his very own. This is the biggest quilt I've ever made. It was a lot of work. I was glad to finally get done and literally went to the post office minutes after I finished the last stitch and took pictures. Luckily it got there in time for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made some fun stuff for my sister Robin, I didn't get any pictures though. It has been my goal to learn how to read crochet/knitting patterns. Usually I don't have the patience, but I finally did it and made a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.naturallycaron.com/projects/bellflower/bellflower_1.html"&gt;Bellflower infinity scarf&lt;/a&gt; with a complicated stitch. It turned out great and she says she likes it, that makes me feel awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas I got some leather working tools and some leather. It has been really fun to come up with some projects. There aren't a lot of resources online and so I have had to pretty much start from scratch. Leather working isn't that hard, it is just a matter of having the right tools. Most things made of leather are really expensive, but you can buy leather scrap for relatively cheap. It is kinda exciting to see what comes in the mail. So far I've made a wallet, a passport holder and am in mid process of making a kindle case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my other present, a kindle. I finally gave in and got one because I was reading The Complete Sherlock Holmes, Volume One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3Kc6HzKCME/TwJS79OBcEI/AAAAAAAAAzc/P6rjvVgqp8U/s1600/sherlock+holmes2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3Kc6HzKCME/TwJS79OBcEI/AAAAAAAAAzc/P6rjvVgqp8U/s200/sherlock+holmes2.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is so big it was hurting my hands to read it. Plus if I want to lay on my side when I'm reading it is hard to hold the book. Plus they were only $80. Luckily I found Sherlock Holmes e-books online for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books are really good but are quite different than the movie. Not nearly as violent and sensationalized. We have also been watching the BBC1 TV show &lt;i&gt;Sherlock&lt;/i&gt;. Which is AMAZING and I highly recommend it. The first few are on Netflix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ01BEuq47A/TwJTW31n7TI/AAAAAAAAAzo/gAWeAEUKJec/s1600/Martin-Freeman-and-Benedict-Cumberbatch-in-Sherlock-TV-Series.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ01BEuq47A/TwJTW31n7TI/AAAAAAAAAzo/gAWeAEUKJec/s320/Martin-Freeman-and-Benedict-Cumberbatch-in-Sherlock-TV-Series.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a lot more like the book and visually stunning. My favorite is the amazing wallpaper in the scenes. Kinda random but beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I had to go see the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irqIxeLhctA/TwJUUGX_KCI/AAAAAAAAAz0/sZvpPmr3cBQ/s1600/Sherlock_Holmes_Game_Shadows_13227707831636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-irqIxeLhctA/TwJUUGX_KCI/AAAAAAAAAz0/sZvpPmr3cBQ/s320/Sherlock_Holmes_Game_Shadows_13227707831636.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I loved it. I want to replicate the Gypsy's outfit and wear it every day. So worth seeing in the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it was a very merry, Gryphon/Sewing/Leather working/Sherlock Holmes Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-738422832373325165?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/738422832373325165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-break-is-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/738422832373325165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/738422832373325165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-break-is-over.html' title='Christmas Break is Over'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QMj6546-qxs/TwJK-4YEyjI/AAAAAAAAAyo/MqW3SrAmCHs/s72-c/Double+hotpads+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5320645251667169220</id><published>2011-11-30T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T17:49:17.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love U2</title><content type='html'>Recently I purchased a little cd player. I haven't really listened to CD's a whole lot since I moved to Savannah. I usually will just listen to internet radio. The only time I really listen to them is in the car but my car&amp;nbsp;stereo doesn't handle burnt cd's too well. So as I was working on projects today I pulled some cd's out that I haven't listened to in a while and it brought a flood of memories back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/1loHeQIU3l4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1loHeQIU3l4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1loHeQIU3l4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Such a good song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend that introduced me to U2. He burned me a couple cds and they got me through some pretty tough times. Listening to them today reminded me of him and about how far I have come since those dark days. It is amazing how listening to music from your past can be like visiting an old friend. Some songs will always bring me back to certain times and events in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5320645251667169220?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5320645251667169220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-u2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5320645251667169220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5320645251667169220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-love-u2.html' title='I love U2'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-956812930709857782</id><published>2011-11-19T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T08:18:14.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects Projects Projects!</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the projects I've been working on this quarter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0kFX5OacUk/TsfVMOe5bTI/AAAAAAAAAxI/kaq--a9fwDc/s1600/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0kFX5OacUk/TsfVMOe5bTI/AAAAAAAAAxI/kaq--a9fwDc/s320/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRsjP-O2GtI/TsfVM3j1ZzI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zYIoktD6lrY/s1600/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRsjP-O2GtI/TsfVM3j1ZzI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zYIoktD6lrY/s320/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sultan Slippers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I developed the pattern, made the felt and then sewed them together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bK1cLLiSqmc/TsfVNy6YbZI/AAAAAAAAAxY/73UpunxZfnE/s1600/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bK1cLLiSqmc/TsfVNy6YbZI/AAAAAAAAAxY/73UpunxZfnE/s320/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZHDe0BtZ9U/TsfVO3L_USI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ZLN8n3tJMns/s1600/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nZHDe0BtZ9U/TsfVO3L_USI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ZLN8n3tJMns/s320/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RsStRN-oi0Y/TsfVP95oYwI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Gt5SOPTGmhw/s1600/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RsStRN-oi0Y/TsfVP95oYwI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Gt5SOPTGmhw/s320/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hand Dyed Silk Bow tie, Ascot, and Matching Pocket Squares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shibori dyed the silk and the developed the patterns for the tie and ascot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uE4aUR9vTkQ/TsfVQ2MC1PI/AAAAAAAAAxw/dIwWtvK3_9M/s1600/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uE4aUR9vTkQ/TsfVQ2MC1PI/AAAAAAAAAxw/dIwWtvK3_9M/s320/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wprEr-v9vOc/TsfVSCG4RPI/AAAAAAAAAx4/gQYWkMHk134/s1600/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wprEr-v9vOc/TsfVSCG4RPI/AAAAAAAAAx4/gQYWkMHk134/s320/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hand Dyed Silk Wraps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are large wraps that are lined. They are also shibori dyed and then stitched together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NLMz37JBM8/TsfVTLGg7ZI/AAAAAAAAAyA/vAb42_ISjGk/s1600/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4NLMz37JBM8/TsfVTLGg7ZI/AAAAAAAAAyA/vAb42_ISjGk/s320/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cQpY3f3I9A/TsfVUNrY2FI/AAAAAAAAAyI/dA7x0SYgGKA/s1600/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cQpY3f3I9A/TsfVUNrY2FI/AAAAAAAAAyI/dA7x0SYgGKA/s320/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XdKPgoULyfg/TsfVVeB6ruI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/OJQ6f0rQTYY/s1600/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XdKPgoULyfg/TsfVVeB6ruI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/OJQ6f0rQTYY/s320/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqqSb0HmBh4/TsfVWv5e6WI/AAAAAAAAAyY/sGOWlRdBBUE/s1600/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqqSb0HmBh4/TsfVWv5e6WI/AAAAAAAAAyY/sGOWlRdBBUE/s320/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coordinating Sewing Kits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was my three of a kind project. The sewing kits are made with a lovely wool fabric that was donated to the school. I also used fabric from my stash and some that had been donated by a teacher. In total I spent $3 on buttons. I love a bargain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you know why I haven't been blogging regularly. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-956812930709857782?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/956812930709857782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/11/projects-projects-projects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/956812930709857782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/956812930709857782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/11/projects-projects-projects.html' title='Projects Projects Projects!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0kFX5OacUk/TsfVMOe5bTI/AAAAAAAAAxI/kaq--a9fwDc/s72-c/Studio+Production+and+3-D+Fibers+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5752557506910688606</id><published>2011-11-04T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:46:50.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Tree</title><content type='html'>The giant tree in our front yard has been dropping branches every time there is a storm for a while now. It was mostly dead and so our landlords decided to get rid of it before something bad happens. We weren't sure when they were coming, until one day I came home and found lumberjacks in my front yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ky5jKuKa8c/TrRqQjrxyeI/AAAAAAAAAvc/JsIpCH_3Llw/s1600/halloween+hijinks+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ky5jKuKa8c/TrRqQjrxyeI/AAAAAAAAAvc/JsIpCH_3Llw/s320/halloween+hijinks+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnraDov_Rwk/TrRqRuaxonI/AAAAAAAAAvk/q9j0XGFm1EA/s1600/halloween+hijinks+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RnraDov_Rwk/TrRqRuaxonI/AAAAAAAAAvk/q9j0XGFm1EA/s320/halloween+hijinks+009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eVHCxaf7EZQ/TrRqTCtZ2xI/AAAAAAAAAvs/48qIhMZxI3E/s1600/halloween+hijinks+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eVHCxaf7EZQ/TrRqTCtZ2xI/AAAAAAAAAvs/48qIhMZxI3E/s320/halloween+hijinks+010.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ydrvmiRo3DI/TrRqG8ukwPI/AAAAAAAAAvE/zTFy5jeCZgA/s1600/shoes+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ydrvmiRo3DI/TrRqG8ukwPI/AAAAAAAAAvE/zTFy5jeCZgA/s320/shoes+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpbkHtECwEc/TrRqIOVkbgI/AAAAAAAAAvM/8ipZKN2sW7c/s1600/shoes+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpbkHtECwEc/TrRqIOVkbgI/AAAAAAAAAvM/8ipZKN2sW7c/s320/shoes+003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFwbvfjtIuU/TrRqJHDdArI/AAAAAAAAAvU/e0tFnVFTFV0/s1600/shoes+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFwbvfjtIuU/TrRqJHDdArI/AAAAAAAAAvU/e0tFnVFTFV0/s320/shoes+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For every two guys working there has to be four standing around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is really weird having the tree gone. It does let a lot more light in the house, I wonder if it will make it hotter in the house during the summer? If you know anything about me, you know that I like industrial equipment. I was like a little kid when I was watching the stump grinder, it was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5752557506910688606?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5752557506910688606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/11/goodbye-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5752557506910688606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5752557506910688606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/11/goodbye-tree.html' title='Goodbye Tree'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ky5jKuKa8c/TrRqQjrxyeI/AAAAAAAAAvc/JsIpCH_3Llw/s72-c/halloween+hijinks+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-3796005354271296798</id><published>2011-10-15T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T16:21:45.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crabbing</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I get this text that today we would be going crabbing at three o'clock. I had no idea what this would entail, having never been crabbing before, but I needed to get out of the house and was ready for some adventure. And besides how often do you get to say you are going crabbing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2YGjTv9hfes/TpoSynU8LXI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Z_QMJqb_qsE/s1600/crabbing+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2YGjTv9hfes/TpoSynU8LXI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Z_QMJqb_qsE/s320/crabbing+001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VopZE1yKjkM/TpoSzpGKXrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Gt8JCBheE88/s1600/crabbing+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VopZE1yKjkM/TpoSzpGKXrI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Gt8JCBheE88/s320/crabbing+005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHRWlDcLAH4/TpoS4z7a5gI/AAAAAAAAAuA/4UeNHY8nrvo/s1600/crabbing+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iHRWlDcLAH4/TpoS4z7a5gI/AAAAAAAAAuA/4UeNHY8nrvo/s320/crabbing+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I drive out to the island and make my way down an old gravel lane to find a house tucked back in beneath the palm trees. This is the house of the Collins. They are the couple that are assigned to the young single adults. They have a long pathway that leads right out into the marsh and at the end is a dock. Tied to the dock are some crab traps. You tie a piece of chicken in the middle of the trap and then lower it into the water. Every so often you check the traps by pulling them quickly out of the water so if there is a crab inside, it doesn't get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ju9A5VdCdww/TpoS07HwSGI/AAAAAAAAAto/GITfEUxSDag/s1600/crabbing+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ju9A5VdCdww/TpoS07HwSGI/AAAAAAAAAto/GITfEUxSDag/s320/crabbing+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Kr8Uxv_quQ/TpoS15XUnPI/AAAAAAAAAtw/C9fEFIpYI64/s1600/crabbing+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Kr8Uxv_quQ/TpoS15XUnPI/AAAAAAAAAtw/C9fEFIpYI64/s320/crabbing+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMHIhiu6GO4/TpoS29k4fQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ibpNoCYuLi0/s1600/crabbing+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMHIhiu6GO4/TpoS29k4fQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ibpNoCYuLi0/s320/crabbing+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYlzx_VKvW8/TpoS5lNlslI/AAAAAAAAAuI/t1Rz61sjfRI/s1600/crabbing+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYlzx_VKvW8/TpoS5lNlslI/AAAAAAAAAuI/t1Rz61sjfRI/s320/crabbing+016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then you have to figure out how to get the crab out of the trap and into the bucket without him clawing your hand off. Sister Collin's employed the use of her sandal and he did not want to let go. We caught a few and then it started to slow down and so we went back up to the house with our catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTLRoCLcGzY/TpoS678yNWI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/mOGlFW8nyjA/s1600/crabbing+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VTLRoCLcGzY/TpoS678yNWI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/mOGlFW8nyjA/s320/crabbing+020.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The crabs are kept alive until you boil them to death in a mess of boiling water and old bay seasoning. They turn red when cooked and then are dumped out on the table. I don't know how I feel about cracking through something's exoskeleton to eat its guts but I plunged ahead undaunted. Like my father says, it is a whole lot of work for a little bit of meat. Sister Collin's showed me how to crack it open, scrape off the lungs and get rid of the yucky stuff. I could tell they were old pros at crab eating. I have to admit they were pretty good with some cocktail sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNrgq9FeYdA/TpoS8Aa0O2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/l-tXIZ2sDO8/s1600/crabbing+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sNrgq9FeYdA/TpoS8Aa0O2I/AAAAAAAAAuY/l-tXIZ2sDO8/s320/crabbing+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_TxnBxIvrA/TpoS9bzWPII/AAAAAAAAAug/x77XGsVM9fo/s1600/crabbing+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_TxnBxIvrA/TpoS9bzWPII/AAAAAAAAAug/x77XGsVM9fo/s320/crabbing+023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QBETJTQpo9s/TpoS-TwOezI/AAAAAAAAAuo/vIw_DHPUg14/s1600/crabbing+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QBETJTQpo9s/TpoS-TwOezI/AAAAAAAAAuo/vIw_DHPUg14/s320/crabbing+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWX3X93mMpI/TpoS_GcczAI/AAAAAAAAAuw/kbk2BC1zy_4/s1600/crabbing+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWX3X93mMpI/TpoS_GcczAI/AAAAAAAAAuw/kbk2BC1zy_4/s320/crabbing+025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlJjL7yzQyA/TpoTAF4azAI/AAAAAAAAAu4/rCKUFWP3XMQ/s1600/crabbing+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JlJjL7yzQyA/TpoTAF4azAI/AAAAAAAAAu4/rCKUFWP3XMQ/s320/crabbing+026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a lovely time. I didn't hurt that we had walnut brownies with chocolate frosting for dessert either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-3796005354271296798?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3796005354271296798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/10/crabbing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3796005354271296798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3796005354271296798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/10/crabbing.html' title='Crabbing'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2YGjTv9hfes/TpoSynU8LXI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Z_QMJqb_qsE/s72-c/crabbing+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-2433621014174518082</id><published>2011-10-14T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T16:48:57.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Savannah Greek Festival</title><content type='html'>I've spent so much time just trying to get through the day, I haven't done any thing fun lately. Until today. I am feeling great! Okay so by great I mean good enough to wake up early (9 am) and work on homework. Most days I wake up feeling okay, hack up my lungs, and then want to go back to bed. Okay enough of the graphic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to &lt;a href="http://www.savannahgreekfest.com/"&gt;Greek Fest&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;with my friend Deanna and her family.&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to get out of the house and do something that isn't school related. Also on the plus side, the weather is AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;The Greek Festival is a yearly celebration of all things Greek at the local Greek&amp;nbsp;Orthodox&amp;nbsp;Church. It includes food, dancing, stuff to buy, and music. I've always wanted to go and have never had the chance. We went early to beat the dinner rush and I am sure glad we did, apparently the line stretches out to the parking lot. We got right in.&lt;br /&gt;I got a Gyro and some Baklava, both were delicious. While we were eating dinner there was a band playing some traditional Greek music. The man on the mandolin? was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ohn0HZ5KXo4/TpjJqbjxIGI/AAAAAAAAAsw/_OjGO_pxjYs/s1600/fall+2011+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ohn0HZ5KXo4/TpjJqbjxIGI/AAAAAAAAAsw/_OjGO_pxjYs/s320/fall+2011+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MZPFmqEp4VU/TpjJpuafblI/AAAAAAAAAso/rnFYMcuFFEU/s1600/fall+2011+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MZPFmqEp4VU/TpjJpuafblI/AAAAAAAAAso/rnFYMcuFFEU/s320/fall+2011+021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GCdMQFXcZ30/TpjJrfk4gwI/AAAAAAAAAs4/yzd7dJUAmR0/s1600/fall+2011+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GCdMQFXcZ30/TpjJrfk4gwI/AAAAAAAAAs4/yzd7dJUAmR0/s320/fall+2011+023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Deanna has the cutest kids, here are some shots of her daughter at a church we walked by on the way back to the car.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTdWTl4V8IM/TpjJtBVyHAI/AAAAAAAAAtI/FDID9-Jr-wo/s1600/fall+2011+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wTdWTl4V8IM/TpjJtBVyHAI/AAAAAAAAAtI/FDID9-Jr-wo/s320/fall+2011+026.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxlGu9nNhVs/TpjJt4iAnkI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/mpUUCiY-bk8/s1600/fall+2011+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kxlGu9nNhVs/TpjJt4iAnkI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/mpUUCiY-bk8/s320/fall+2011+027.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-2433621014174518082?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/2433621014174518082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/10/savannah-greek-festival.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2433621014174518082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2433621014174518082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/10/savannah-greek-festival.html' title='Savannah Greek Festival'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ohn0HZ5KXo4/TpjJqbjxIGI/AAAAAAAAAsw/_OjGO_pxjYs/s72-c/fall+2011+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5240660956644406123</id><published>2011-10-12T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:30:51.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pneumonia</title><content type='html'>So school started again and of course blogging dropped off. Finding balance, that is always the hard part. Last week I started to feel really ill and so I bit the bullet and went to urgent care. I am 29 years old and I do not have health insurance. The school's "health center" isn't much more than a community health center with useless hours. So I went to an urgent care center suggested by one of my professors. $90 later, which may I suggest is way less than I would pay for health insurance, it was determined that I had a temperature of 102 degrees and most likely pneumonia. It is no joke. It is the the number 7 killer in the U.S. I am still getting over it, slowly. At least I didn't have to go to the hospital, which I probably wouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hard part isn't the illness, it is the keeping up with the school work and worrying about how the bills will get paid at the end of the month, which fast approaches. This week is midterms and projects stop for no man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently working on making Three Of A Kind in my studio production class. I have to make three products with branding and packaging. I'm thinking about making sewing kits. They need to be something&amp;nbsp;sell-able, not just a craft.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In 3-D fibers we are felting. Felting is fun, unless you have a deadline and are coughing up blood... Shouldn't be too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Asian Art History midterm tomorrow. Six essays on neolithic Chinese culture, Shang Dynasty pottery, etc. etc. Should be a breeze, I should go study now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5240660956644406123?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5240660956644406123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/10/pneumonia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5240660956644406123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5240660956644406123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/10/pneumonia.html' title='Pneumonia'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-3068052032771246248</id><published>2011-09-17T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T11:39:49.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be the girl with the most cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/KzepWL73NTg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KzepWL73NTg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KzepWL73NTg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-3068052032771246248?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3068052032771246248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-to-be-girl-with-most-cake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3068052032771246248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3068052032771246248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-to-be-girl-with-most-cake.html' title='I want to be the girl with the most cake'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-2080955180860195623</id><published>2011-09-14T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:30:37.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever done something just to feel the danger, or to feel alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to make a lot of excuses about why I can't do potentially dangerous things.&lt;br /&gt;Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is against my personal code of ethics&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't strap things to my feet that give me questionable balance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't have health insurance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't want to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't want to look stupid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not good at that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not the type of person who does those kind of things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a load of crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/Pyp34v6Lmcc/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pyp34v6Lmcc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pyp34v6Lmcc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have felt rash at times though. Like I was just going to go insane if I didn't do something different. Lately I have sort of felt asleep. I need rash, I need crazy, I need out on a limb. Being poor, lazy and afraid doesn't help. It has pretty much made me stop doing everything. Luckily school just started and has made me see the world differently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My current art history professor made a point to tell us the first day that the main purpose of art is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Survival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Without art we just become beasts. We must create.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is a list of things I do to feel alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive with the windows down and the music turned loud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance without abandon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk/drive down a new road&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch movies in the theater&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go see really good live music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dive into the swimming pool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk to strangers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile without it being false&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laugh without it being false&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take pictures of amusing things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cry and feel pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Design and make new projects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make food for other people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing at the top of my lungs&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play games with friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chats with girlfriends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing outside at night (corn maze, capture the flag, night hikes, etc)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to really really good music over and over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teach someone something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&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/7013426317805167462-2080955180860195623?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/2080955180860195623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-alive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2080955180860195623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2080955180860195623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-4712839377014444027</id><published>2011-09-11T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T05:46:17.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in magic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfhBgrU1xW0/TmyscHXPWiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/VwikjS4TkSs/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfhBgrU1xW0/TmyscHXPWiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/VwikjS4TkSs/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What comes to mind when someone uses the phrase prolonging the magic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often you hear people refer to a certain stage of a relationship the "honeymoon phase." People are so enamored with each other that they don't see each other's faults and they are all giggly and annoying to everyone else. &amp;nbsp;When I think of prolonging the magic it makes me think of working very hard to keep things fun and exciting, whether in relationships or anything else. It is so easy to get caught up in depression and negativity. Why can't we always see things for what they really are, a blessing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly magic to maintain a correct perspective and recognize and enjoy the wonders of this life and all that we have been given.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-4712839377014444027?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/4712839377014444027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-you-believe-in-magic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4712839377014444027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4712839377014444027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/09/do-you-believe-in-magic.html' title='Do you believe in magic?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfhBgrU1xW0/TmyscHXPWiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/VwikjS4TkSs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-1114061589032178224</id><published>2011-09-02T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T10:12:05.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purpose of Life: What makes Mormon's different.</title><content type='html'>The next question on my list is Describe your note-taking style and habits. Okay that is uber boring. Why would anyone want to read about that. um I write the subject in bold and then bullet point everything else. BO-Ring. so I am going right to the next one, which is about as juicy as it gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that we are all here for a reason? What might the reason be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is like the question of all questions. And I just happen to know the answer! YES, we are here for a reason.&amp;nbsp;There are many reasons why we are here on earth, in this life. First off, we fought to be here. In the pre-existence&amp;nbsp;there was a war between the followers of Satan's plan and Christ's plan. Satan wanted to force everyone to be good and receive all the glory himself. Christ wanted to give people agency and then give the glory to God. Satan and his followers lost that battle and they lost their chance to come to earth to gain a body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to earth to gain a body is important because it is the only way to make certain covenants with our father. Such as being&amp;nbsp;baptized,&amp;nbsp;our Endowments, and being sealed together for time and all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This earth life is a test. Our Father in Heaven gave us bodies and our agency to choose. He has also given us tests to see what we will do with this agency. Will you choose good or will you choose evil? How will you treat your fellow man? How will you treat yourself? He sent us to earth with a built in support system. This is your family. The family is the most important unit on earth. We are here to care for each other, help each other grow, and learn to love others. Don't you want that for eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I was sent to earth to gain a body, to be tested through trials so that I may grow, to learn as much as possible, to get baptized, to find an eternal companion, get married in the temple and to have a family. I am here to choose good over evil so that some day I can return to live with my Father in Heaven once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new roommate told me the other day that she had never met a Mormon before and she wanted to know what made us different. I thought to myself, what doesn't make us different?! There are a lot of cultural and doctrinal things that make us different, but I think this, the fact that we know the true meaning of life. This is what makes us the most different of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-1114061589032178224?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1114061589032178224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/09/purpose-of-life-what-makes-mormons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1114061589032178224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1114061589032178224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/09/purpose-of-life-what-makes-mormons.html' title='The Purpose of Life: What makes Mormon&apos;s different.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-3180253171224089060</id><published>2011-08-31T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:46:27.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghosts</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen a ghost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CLwe-NoL0PM/Tl5jxnBY3hI/AAAAAAAAAsY/YrAIFuJSMRs/s1600/savannah+ghost+picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CLwe-NoL0PM/Tl5jxnBY3hI/AAAAAAAAAsY/YrAIFuJSMRs/s1600/savannah+ghost+picture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;I don't think I have ever seen a ghost. I do believe they exist though. I believe that they have power if you give them power. There are too many stories for it to not have some&amp;nbsp;relevance. Savannah is supposed to be one of the most haunted cities in the nation. There are a number of Ghost Tours in town. Even one that hauls people around in a converted hearse. I think most of these outfits are successful because of really good story telling. People will believe what they want to believe.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like ghost hunting shows, I think they are dumb. You can create just about anything on T.V. so how do we know that any of that is real. To a certain extent I think that inviting the spirits to join you is like saying, "Hey Satan let's hang out!" Now that is just dumb. You are asking for it when you invite him to play.&amp;nbsp;On the other hand I do like to hear a good ghost story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-3180253171224089060?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3180253171224089060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/08/ghosts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3180253171224089060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3180253171224089060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/08/ghosts.html' title='Ghosts'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CLwe-NoL0PM/Tl5jxnBY3hI/AAAAAAAAAsY/YrAIFuJSMRs/s72-c/savannah+ghost+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-738837035158672759</id><published>2011-08-30T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T12:15:52.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>List your biggest regrets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not getting to know my mother as an adult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to beauty school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending time in Roswell New Mexico instead of going to Carlsbad Caverns.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not applying myself more in High School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Telling myself all my life that I can't do things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting wrapped up in what Kenny and Clayton thought about me, and letting it affect how I thought about myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Judging other people as "too cool" or "snobby" instead of just being friends right away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My&amp;nbsp;inability&amp;nbsp;to maintain friendships or stay in touch with people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating too many packs of Ramen and hot dogs with cheese on them when I was a pre-teen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting into too much debt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying a house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caring too much about not caring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not learning how to believe in myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-738837035158672759?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/738837035158672759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/08/regrets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/738837035158672759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/738837035158672759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/08/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5283634994518508633</id><published>2011-08-27T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T13:33:27.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I read too much</title><content type='html'>What was the title of the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &amp;nbsp;A LOT. I pretty much spend all my time watching movies, cooking, reading and crafting. Last week for instance I read like four books. Okay so let me see what book did I read last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3TlLp8MvKeg/TllS14qt-iI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Ksnegs9TN44/s1600/n60907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3TlLp8MvKeg/TllS14qt-iI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Ksnegs9TN44/s320/n60907.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is a really funny book about an average girl who gets freaked out on a flight and tells a random stranger all of her secrets. He ends up being the guy who began the company she works for and drama ensues. It is a quick read and is quite amusing in parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYe2mVbY0jw/TllTxhoCxPI/AAAAAAAAAsU/i-kTaeHbtIU/s1600/specials.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYe2mVbY0jw/TllTxhoCxPI/AAAAAAAAAsU/i-kTaeHbtIU/s320/specials.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is the third book in the series. The other books are called &lt;i&gt;Uglies, Pretties, &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Others.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;So far I have really liked the series but I'm not sure about this book. It follows a character named Tally Youngblood. She has kinda become one of the bad guys in this one and I don't like it. We will see how it turns out. I recommend the series if you like Scifi/Fantasy, it is pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5283634994518508633?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5283634994518508633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-read-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5283634994518508633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5283634994518508633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-read-too-much.html' title='I read too much'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3TlLp8MvKeg/TllS14qt-iI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Ksnegs9TN44/s72-c/n60907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5740738560041329479</id><published>2011-08-22T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:53:43.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>What is your favorite season, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my I love Autumn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1FbR1XtiV0/TlKkWTsnMfI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fE03WfcPh-Q/s1600/Autumn+Trees.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1FbR1XtiV0/TlKkWTsnMfI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fE03WfcPh-Q/s640/Autumn+Trees.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok so we don't really get Autumn at the normal time in Savannah. It happens in November, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of things I love about Autumn:&lt;br /&gt;Goodies baked with Pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful color changing leaves&lt;br /&gt;Cooler weather&lt;br /&gt;Layers!&lt;br /&gt;Sweaters!&lt;br /&gt;Pants!&lt;br /&gt;Picking Apples and making things with them&lt;br /&gt;Halloween&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;Back To School&lt;br /&gt;No more&amp;nbsp;mosquitoes&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;sand gnats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly right now I am looking forward to not having a constant flow of sweat profusely coming from my body at all times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5740738560041329479?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5740738560041329479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/08/autumn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5740738560041329479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5740738560041329479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/08/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S1FbR1XtiV0/TlKkWTsnMfI/AAAAAAAAAsM/fE03WfcPh-Q/s72-c/Autumn+Trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-8864558631380115562</id><published>2011-08-22T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:46:18.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sling Bag</title><content type='html'>I have been on a hunt for quite some time for a tutorial to make a&amp;nbsp;certain&amp;nbsp;type of bag. I didn't know what it was called specifically, I just knew what it looked like. I finally thought I found one but the link was dead, because that person was now selling the pattern. Through my searching I finally figured out they are called sling bags. I knew it couldn't be hard to make but I wanted to see how they were put together and get a usable pattern. I finally found a tutorial that would work! On a blog called&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.crapivemade.com/2011/07/reversible-sling-bag-tutorial.html"&gt;Crap I've Made&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I couldn't just make a simple bag I had to make it patchwork. Mostly because I didn't have large pieces of fabric that I wanted to use, also because I have lot scraps. Anyway after much furtive working it is at last finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYbQZx3sdLA/TlKhwBQIeOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/HDnuuNwrYHI/s1600/Sling+bag+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYbQZx3sdLA/TlKhwBQIeOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/HDnuuNwrYHI/s320/Sling+bag+001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DA9aK6Pe6-A/TlKhxVHdOiI/AAAAAAAAAsE/siY9npdDh2A/s1600/Sling+bag+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DA9aK6Pe6-A/TlKhxVHdOiI/AAAAAAAAAsE/siY9npdDh2A/s320/Sling+bag+002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFhhM_t48bk/TlKhyS64Y7I/AAAAAAAAAsI/abNnT5NbKtE/s1600/Sling+bag+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFhhM_t48bk/TlKhyS64Y7I/AAAAAAAAAsI/abNnT5NbKtE/s320/Sling+bag+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The inside is lined with some leftover fabric from my cushion project. I added a pocket for my celly and wallet. The strap is just barely long enough so I think I will lengthen it next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-8864558631380115562?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8864558631380115562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/08/sling-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8864558631380115562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8864558631380115562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/08/sling-bag.html' title='Sling Bag'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FYbQZx3sdLA/TlKhwBQIeOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/HDnuuNwrYHI/s72-c/Sling+bag+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-1573730667918953510</id><published>2011-08-18T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T10:35:07.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to The Business of Daily Random Info About Me</title><content type='html'>Name one thing you have always been good at doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baking Goodies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I would weigh about 30 lbs less if I could stop making and consuming so many goodies. It is a family tradition, no, need to make a treat. Sometimes I make them from scratch sometimes I use a mix. Last night for instance, I was on a mission to make a treat. We asked my new roommate if she was interested and she asked if I could bake. Oh really? Can I? I am not saying that I am so amazing I should start my own bakery but I was called Beckyhomecky once and I bear the name proudly. So, with some help from my other roommate and Duncan Hines this is what we came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VE0jbu03u58/Tk1JLJ1nE2I/AAAAAAAAAr4/nT2GlR8c7jE/s1600/american-duncan-hines-decadent-triple-chocolate-cake-mix-595g-box-11112-p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VE0jbu03u58/Tk1JLJ1nE2I/AAAAAAAAAr4/nT2GlR8c7jE/s320/american-duncan-hines-decadent-triple-chocolate-cake-mix-595g-box-11112-p.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Plus This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21a6K1lEQgg/Tk1JLSDHIJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/qYii3ZEQVMM/s1600/breyers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21a6K1lEQgg/Tk1JLSDHIJI/AAAAAAAAAr8/qYii3ZEQVMM/s320/breyers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vanilla bean specks are very important!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And because the box does not include the yummy looking icing, we made our own; which is way better than the kind at the store in a questionable squeezy pack.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This as well:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-QGy2ceBm0/Tk1JK2H5yAI/AAAAAAAAAr0/KJQCOBcq2do/s1600/9D132732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-QGy2ceBm0/Tk1JK2H5yAI/AAAAAAAAAr0/KJQCOBcq2do/s1600/9D132732.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Made into this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="greybottom" id="rcheader" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 28px; font-weight: 900; font: normal normal normal 28px/40px 'palatino Linotype', palatino, serif; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-rendering: optimizelegibility; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 28px; font-weight: 900; font: normal normal normal 28px/40px 'palatino Linotype', palatino, serif; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-rendering: optimizelegibility; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Hot Fudge Sauce&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 can evaporated milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;1 Bag Chocolate Chips (minus a few samples)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;1 Tbs Butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;1 Tsp Vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;1/2 C. Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Mix evap. milk, sugar, and chocolate chips in a saucepan. Slowly bring to a boil while constantly stirring to avoid scorching the chocolate. Take off heat once it comes to a boil and stir in butter and vanilla. Mix well and cool for 10 minutes. Store it in the fridge if you don't&amp;nbsp;immediately&amp;nbsp;cow it down. Which you might because it is delicious and so worth the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;All equals&amp;nbsp;deliciousness and really lets be honest, quite a bit better than the inaptly named "Better than Sex Cake" which I've never really like anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;On a mostly random side note, my roommates do not know the wonder of Sweet and Condensed milk. I will need to remedy this, and soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7013426317805167462-1573730667918953510?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1573730667918953510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-business-of-daily-random-info.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1573730667918953510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1573730667918953510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-business-of-daily-random-info.html' title='Back to The Business of Daily Random Info About Me'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VE0jbu03u58/Tk1JLJ1nE2I/AAAAAAAAAr4/nT2GlR8c7jE/s72-c/american-duncan-hines-decadent-triple-chocolate-cake-mix-595g-box-11112-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-2991301907287632053</id><published>2011-08-18T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T10:04:33.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I went on Vacation and...</title><content type='html'>So I was doing really well at posting almost every day and then I went on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MwRTf8ddh9E/Tk1FGmYZW9I/AAAAAAAAArw/AXg9wesm8R8/s1600/Summer+2011+069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MwRTf8ddh9E/Tk1FGmYZW9I/AAAAAAAAArw/AXg9wesm8R8/s320/Summer+2011+069.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where I did things like travel six days for three days of stress and illness filled family time. I did also get to go to a casino, see an Asian man in white swim trunks, climb into a tree, poop in the woods, see the salt flats, eat lots of ice cream cones, watch a seal to tricks, cry and run away and go to a soccer game. Just for the record, Burger King ice cream cones are better than McDonald ice cream cones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-2991301907287632053?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/2991301907287632053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/08/well-i-went-on-vacation-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2991301907287632053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2991301907287632053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/08/well-i-went-on-vacation-and.html' title='Well I went on Vacation and...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MwRTf8ddh9E/Tk1FGmYZW9I/AAAAAAAAArw/AXg9wesm8R8/s72-c/Summer+2011+069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-3319239723438963562</id><published>2011-07-19T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T20:25:09.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to wait in vain for your love</title><content type='html'>What was the longest amount of time you have spent waiting in line for something? What was it, and was it worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say I hate waiting. I am not a big fan of standing in line for anything so I don't have any I waited in line for two days to see David Bowie in concert stories. I do have three relatively short wait in line stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I did wait in line to see Harry Potter once. I don't remember which one it was prob 2 or 3. It was the midnight showing and there was a costume contest and such. I only remember one guy in a Hagrid costume that was amazing. The movie was pretty much ruined by the couple sitting in front of us making out the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time I waited in line in the rain forever to get fresh hot pumpkin doughnuts. Every year around harvest time we would trek up to Greenbluff Washington to pick apples, pick out pumpkins from the pumpkin patch and get yummy food. The pumpkin doughnuts are amazing. You eat them literally right off the line, delicious. So worth the wait. We even made friends in the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One season of American Idol I got together with my friends every night and watched the show. We had fun and made it a social event. Well when the season ended my friends and I decided to go to the concert. I am by no means a big American Idol follower. I think I have only followed about two seasons out of the million that there has been. I figured it would be fun to go and see the people we followed all season. I was a little nervous that it would suck and I would have a crappy time and all that money would be a waste. The tickets were like $90 and we had to drive to Tacoma for the show. Anyway the show ended up being loads of fun. Other than the part where I almost threw down with some lady who was letting her daughters stand on the chairs in front of us. Afterwards we noticed people were waiting off to the side for autographs. We waited for what seemed like FOREVER for them to come out, but finally they did and we were able to get a few autographs and take some pictures of the people we had been watching on TV. It turned out to be pretty fun and so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGpFQeqvtRs/TiZKc4nZNLI/AAAAAAAAArU/cSdRUCxNhRc/s1600/All+of+us+at+AI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGpFQeqvtRs/TiZKc4nZNLI/AAAAAAAAArU/cSdRUCxNhRc/s320/All+of+us+at+AI.jpg" width="320" /&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/7013426317805167462-3319239723438963562?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3319239723438963562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-want-to-wait-in-vain-for-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3319239723438963562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3319239723438963562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-dont-want-to-wait-in-vain-for-your.html' title='I don&apos;t want to wait in vain for your love'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGpFQeqvtRs/TiZKc4nZNLI/AAAAAAAAArU/cSdRUCxNhRc/s72-c/All+of+us+at+AI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-2337145498792645311</id><published>2011-07-18T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:00:19.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Routine</title><content type='html'>Describe you daily routine when you get out of bed in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Check my phone to see what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;3. Read my Book of Mormon.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sit and stare into space.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get dressed or shower and get dressed depending on the day.&lt;br /&gt;6. Eat breakfast&lt;br /&gt;7. Stare into space some more.&lt;br /&gt;8. Decide what I am going to do with my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-2337145498792645311?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/2337145498792645311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/daily-routine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2337145498792645311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2337145498792645311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/daily-routine.html' title='Daily Routine'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-7506517723566278936</id><published>2011-07-17T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T15:07:40.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Crush</title><content type='html'>Name a celebrity or famous person you wish would take you out on a date.&lt;br /&gt;I think this calls for another hot guy blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xD_Dt30_mTk/TiNbRNYbU6I/AAAAAAAAArM/amIo8aJLw34/s1600/jonathan-taylor-thomas-young.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xD_Dt30_mTk/TiNbRNYbU6I/AAAAAAAAArM/amIo8aJLw34/s320/jonathan-taylor-thomas-young.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just kidding, seriously now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFv74ZttTIc/TiNQ_oUAzRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/RBof7KPHnYQ/s1600/Rupert+Grint.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yFv74ZttTIc/TiNQ_oUAzRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/RBof7KPHnYQ/s320/Rupert+Grint.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Rupert Grint, I think he is way funny and hot. It would be way fun to go on a date with him. I even had a dream once that we were dating. It was fun except when him and Emma Roberts kept talking about HP like it was real.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the runners up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K2rEU4qpYeU/TiNbPkq4GaI/AAAAAAAAAq8/0Ztg0qJ5LHU/s1600/shiagq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K2rEU4qpYeU/TiNbPkq4GaI/AAAAAAAAAq8/0Ztg0qJ5LHU/s320/shiagq.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shia LaBeouf not too shabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-njRzaT0dVkI/TiNbQMaNEFI/AAAAAAAAArA/r4tmxACByQE/s1600/ryan-gosling-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-njRzaT0dVkI/TiNbQMaNEFI/AAAAAAAAArA/r4tmxACByQE/s320/ryan-gosling-5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan Gosling, only if he kisses me in the rain&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TtTn8nqB9Vk/TiNbQcGg4DI/AAAAAAAAArE/QTqYF1GNFwo/s1600/p_Embry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TtTn8nqB9Vk/TiNbQcGg4DI/AAAAAAAAArE/QTqYF1GNFwo/s320/p_Embry.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan Embry, ever since Empire Records love love love&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjmiKjEDmPI/TiNbQ0Kyj-I/AAAAAAAAArI/TBdMcHNuaYI/s1600/Neil-Patrick-Harris_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjmiKjEDmPI/TiNbQ0Kyj-I/AAAAAAAAArI/TBdMcHNuaYI/s320/Neil-Patrick-Harris_l.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;N. 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H. love him, don't care if he bats for the other team&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Rl2PiD3BsQ/TiNbRXxyPiI/AAAAAAAAArQ/aXhy3rKV3RM/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Rl2PiD3BsQ/TiNbRXxyPiI/AAAAAAAAArQ/aXhy3rKV3RM/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan Reynolds, enough said just look at the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7013426317805167462-7506517723566278936?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/7506517723566278936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/celebrity-crush.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/7506517723566278936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/7506517723566278936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/celebrity-crush.html' title='Celebrity Crush'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xD_Dt30_mTk/TiNbRNYbU6I/AAAAAAAAArM/amIo8aJLw34/s72-c/jonathan-taylor-thomas-young.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-2491421432203929448</id><published>2011-07-15T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T20:52:38.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels</title><content type='html'>Write about a recent adventure or travels.&lt;br /&gt;Well I haven't had any recent ones but I do have one coming up!&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend I am going to perhaps drive perhaps take a train to Charleston South Carolina to catch a plane to Chicago to catch a plane to Salt Lake City! Where I am going to spend time with friends and family. My sister Robin is going to pick me up and then we are going to play. I am going to a soccer game with my friend Justin and I am going to visit my cousin Michelle and some more of my family. Then on Monday I am going to California for a family reunion. We are going to stop in Reno for some fun times and then proceed to Cali. I am super excited to get to spend a week with my family, I do love them a lot. I want to fly kites and eat food and tell stories and see nieces and nephews. Then I will reverse order and come home. Boo. I am super excited to get out of Savannah for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-2491421432203929448?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/2491421432203929448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/travels.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2491421432203929448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2491421432203929448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/travels.html' title='Travels'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-9087268454056434360</id><published>2011-07-14T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:05:19.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-529o2O2OINQ/Th8RG1x4f_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/dHCOg7SKYOQ/s1600/Benton+City+November+2008+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-529o2O2OINQ/Th8RG1x4f_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/dHCOg7SKYOQ/s320/Benton+City+November+2008+024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Describe the longest amount of time you have ever been away from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know the longest time ever, but it has been 8 months since I've been home this time and I really miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am from a small town in Washington State, my dad still lives there with my brother, his wife, and their son. I live all the way across the country in Georgia. So needless to say I don't get home very often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is what I miss:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching animated movies with my dad on his 57"&lt;br /&gt;Putting whatever food I want in the cart because I know my dad doesn't look at the cost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Access to free fruit and nuts from our orchard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Congregating on my dad's bed while someone is on the computer in his room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talking to my brother about his latest project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to see the garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner and Game night at the Patersons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going into town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making Chocolate Chip Cookies for an appreciative family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing Uno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Planning crazy meals that usually involve Filipeano food or a smoker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nieces and Nephews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scriptures and Prayers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Canning peaches and/or jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visiting my friends in town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is so much simpler at home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-9087268454056434360?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/9087268454056434360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/9087268454056434360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/9087268454056434360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-529o2O2OINQ/Th8RG1x4f_I/AAAAAAAAAq0/dHCOg7SKYOQ/s72-c/Benton+City+November+2008+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-8088370262027767337</id><published>2011-07-12T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T11:41:39.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark as Night</title><content type='html'>Are you afraid of the dark? Why or Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0ts2SZokFM/ThyU3WxAr6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/YB862oiFGkw/s1600/not-afraid-of-dark-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0ts2SZokFM/ThyU3WxAr6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/YB862oiFGkw/s320/not-afraid-of-dark-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I in fact am not afraid of the dark and will walk through a dark house quite easily. Sometimes I will freak myself out, especially if I have seen a scary movie lately, but not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;I am always turning the lights out for other people and movies are much better in the dark. I don't know why I am not afraid. I guess I just have faith that everything will be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-8088370262027767337?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8088370262027767337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/dark-as-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8088370262027767337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8088370262027767337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/dark-as-night.html' title='Dark as Night'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D0ts2SZokFM/ThyU3WxAr6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/YB862oiFGkw/s72-c/not-afraid-of-dark-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-2255051909303000116</id><published>2011-07-10T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T13:35:04.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the sweetest thing</title><content type='html'>Quote the nicest thing anyone has ever said about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there have been some really great things said about me, it is so hard to remember them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardy har har ar egh cough cough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember being very flattered once when my roommate told me that a cute boy said that I really pretty eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6L8kWJageNM/ThoMQeoIQpI/AAAAAAAAAqs/grL7sx2Bu-0/s1600/contacts+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6L8kWJageNM/ThoMQeoIQpI/AAAAAAAAAqs/grL7sx2Bu-0/s320/contacts+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is too bad I cover them up with glasses all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I also really like it when people tell me I'm funny and that they like me because I say what I am thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-2255051909303000116?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/2255051909303000116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-sweetest-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2255051909303000116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2255051909303000116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-sweetest-thing.html' title='Oh the sweetest thing'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6L8kWJageNM/ThoMQeoIQpI/AAAAAAAAAqs/grL7sx2Bu-0/s72-c/contacts+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-7546672019427032347</id><published>2011-07-09T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T08:05:49.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The air the air</title><content type='html'>What is the one thing you cannot live without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course there are the obvious answers. Air, water, food, shelter.&lt;br /&gt;Family of course! I have the security of knowing that even if they or I die, we will be with each other again for eternity. So they don't really count for this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what are the dumb things that I love, that I could probably live without but don't want to?&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pS2nyj03jyk/Thhou7GnjpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/SgtySKZN4IM/s1600/can%2527t+live+without+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pS2nyj03jyk/Thhou7GnjpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/SgtySKZN4IM/s320/can%2527t+live+without+001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#1. Rilla&lt;br /&gt;I got this gorilla when I was a kid and I have pretty much slept with him ever since. I think he has held up pretty well for 20+years. I tried putting him away and learning to sleep without him but it didn't last so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. My down comforter (magenta duvet Rilla is sitting on)&lt;br /&gt;If you have never slept with a down comforter, you do not know what you are missing. They are so amazing. Mine has just about lost all its feathers and is kinda lumpy but I still love it. I even sleep with it in the summer when it is a billion degrees because I love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6PpQHu2Nm2Q/Thhov6n4U2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/x1yLuTVcj2U/s1600/can%2527t+live+without+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6PpQHu2Nm2Q/Thhov6n4U2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/x1yLuTVcj2U/s320/can%2527t+live+without+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#3. My worn out, marked up, much loved, Book of Mormon. I have been reading this copy at night for years! When I try to read out of other copies it is difficult because this one has everything marked, even where the chapters are on the side. (That is what those markings are) I even wrote a very short summary on the top of just about every set of pages. All of the references to&amp;nbsp;Deity&amp;nbsp;are marked in Yellow. I love this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0k0B3FZ7fsA/Thhowx5FfwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ONdZz9_BoBQ/s1600/can%2527t+live+without+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0k0B3FZ7fsA/Thhowx5FfwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ONdZz9_BoBQ/s320/can%2527t+live+without+005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#4. My Lappy&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much live on this thing. If I'm not blogging, checking facebook, email, etc. I am listening to music or watching netflix. Best Graduation Present Ever. I will be sad when she finally calls it quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDRvIRYo_E0/Thhoxtdy84I/AAAAAAAAAqk/ctE-P_oQcpY/s1600/can%2527t+live+without+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KDRvIRYo_E0/Thhoxtdy84I/AAAAAAAAAqk/ctE-P_oQcpY/s320/can%2527t+live+without+006.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#5. Aveeno face products&lt;br /&gt;I love them. I had bad acne for years and years until I started using Aveeno. This face wash in particular has been nice. I tried Pro-Active and hated it, then I tried Aveeno and LOVED it. It doesn't matter which kind, but I usually use the calming because my skin is crazy. I particularly love that it has an spf in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IhwX83BqJRg/ThhoymabJjI/AAAAAAAAAqo/VqP-nj1Y0vU/s1600/can%2527t+live+without+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IhwX83BqJRg/ThhoymabJjI/AAAAAAAAAqo/VqP-nj1Y0vU/s320/can%2527t+live+without+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#6. My manky old box of bobby pins.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how long I've had this thing. If I were to guess I would say probably about 10 years. It has traveled, let me tell ya and there are still quite a few bobby pins in there. I have chronically short hair and am always in need of a bobby pin or two, so this comes quite in handy. I say if you are a bobby pin user, splurge and get the box at sallys and you will never be in need. It doubles as a nice holder for your&amp;nbsp;tweezers&amp;nbsp;as well. Which by the way, you should also invest in a really good pair, you won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. A good book.&lt;br /&gt;I always need a good book I can read and unwind. I like to read right before I go to bed. It is a little rediculous but I really like reading children's science fiction/fantasty. Such as Harry Potter, Fablehaven, Chronicles of Narnia, etc. Right now I am reading The Mysterious Benedict Society and it is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. Eggs&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled, fried, boiled, I love it. I would probably eat them for breakfast every day if I could. ooh with ketchup on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;Okay not so much for talking, I don't do a lot of that. I mostly use it as a clock and a calculator. I also text a bit too. I always say it is just an expensive alarm clock. I would hate to not have it in an emergency though so I can't rationalize getting rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. A good set of pans&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I don't know how people get through this world without knowing how to cook. It is unfathomable to me. In order to do some good cooking you need good pans. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-7546672019427032347?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/7546672019427032347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/air-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/7546672019427032347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/7546672019427032347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/air-air.html' title='The air the air'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pS2nyj03jyk/Thhou7GnjpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/SgtySKZN4IM/s72-c/can%2527t+live+without+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-1354379682333943478</id><published>2011-07-08T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T07:34:17.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Job</title><content type='html'>Describe your first job:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a great many jobs in my short life, but my first official job was at the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.midcolumbialibraries.org/branches/west-richland"&gt;West Richland Library&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;as a page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AdOFyWzEn6k/ThcUU-PAacI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Up-NcZXzLnQ/s1600/westrichland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AdOFyWzEn6k/ThcUU-PAacI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Up-NcZXzLnQ/s1600/westrichland.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was my job to organize the books that came in from the book drop and then put them back on the shelves in order.&amp;nbsp;My mother worked as a librarian and she was the one that got me the job.&amp;nbsp;I got to learn the dewy decimal system pretty well but I wasn't allowed to talk to people. Now if you know me at all you know that was torture. To pass the time I would have imaginary friends. Okay so they were real people, regulars that came to the library, but I wasn't actually friends with them. There was this one guy who I had a crush on that came every so often in his scout uniform. I always would watch for him, but not once did I ever talk to him. To this day I find myself wanting to re-shelve mis-shelved books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-1354379682333943478?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1354379682333943478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-first-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1354379682333943478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1354379682333943478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-first-job.html' title='My first Job'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AdOFyWzEn6k/ThcUU-PAacI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Up-NcZXzLnQ/s72-c/westrichland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-8364436378631638007</id><published>2011-07-07T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T09:43:26.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weeeeeelllllll</title><content type='html'>What is the most annoying sound you have ever heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when people draw out there vowels to excessive lengths. I used to work next to a woman who would talk like that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;"Oooooh Iiiiiim soooo sooooryyy thaaat iiiiis toooo baaaaaad."&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to strangle her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-8364436378631638007?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8364436378631638007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/weeeeeelllllll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8364436378631638007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8364436378631638007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/weeeeeelllllll.html' title='weeeeeelllllll'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-1224660098159034183</id><published>2011-07-06T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T11:45:27.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-shirt Scrap bracelet/headband</title><content type='html'>Here is a really cool tutorial on how to make a 5-strand braid headband:&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makeit-loveit.com/2011/06/repurposing-tshirts-into-5-strand-braided-headbands.html"&gt;Make it and Love it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog has a lot of really cool projects that are affordable and super easy. I recommend you check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a freakish head that will have nothing to do with headbands. If I put them on they pop right off, so I decided to alter the pattern to make a cool bracelet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mL4suu10I2E/ThSs36L3y4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/ootEMjWvAnk/s1600/t-shirt+bracelet+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mL4suu10I2E/ThSs36L3y4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/ootEMjWvAnk/s320/t-shirt+bracelet+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSpDin-qipE/ThSs4yN_D9I/AAAAAAAAAqM/Y3EubeCfPoE/s1600/t-shirt+bracelet+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kSpDin-qipE/ThSs4yN_D9I/AAAAAAAAAqM/Y3EubeCfPoE/s320/t-shirt+bracelet+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FS-ckXbg9V8/ThSs5pz2_iI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/bMkLnghtfGE/s1600/t-shirt+bracelet+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FS-ckXbg9V8/ThSs5pz2_iI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/bMkLnghtfGE/s320/t-shirt+bracelet+004.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like the 5-strand braid. I am thinking about trying it with different materials.&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/7013426317805167462-1224660098159034183?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1224660098159034183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/t-shirt-scrap-braceletheadband.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1224660098159034183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1224660098159034183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/t-shirt-scrap-braceletheadband.html' title='T-shirt Scrap bracelet/headband'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mL4suu10I2E/ThSs36L3y4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/ootEMjWvAnk/s72-c/t-shirt+bracelet+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-657205317763601049</id><published>2011-07-06T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:23:53.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>What's on your calendar for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First I will probably read and think about working on projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, I am going to work at 4 p.m. at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thebritishpub.com/"&gt;Churchill's Pub&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the split section, which means I am first cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will then come home and watch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/dance/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So You Think You Can Dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who is my favorite, you may ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fFEbGXYR8Oc/ThSSwnDT8cI/AAAAAAAAAqA/LiM-3srAOU0/s1600/Tadd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fFEbGXYR8Oc/ThSSwnDT8cI/AAAAAAAAAqA/LiM-3srAOU0/s320/Tadd.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not too shabby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who do I think will win?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWPi29jqs0s/ThSSw2pxXiI/AAAAAAAAAqE/vUFtNzdE5i4/s1600/MelanieSYTYCD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWPi29jqs0s/ThSSw2pxXiI/AAAAAAAAAqE/vUFtNzdE5i4/s320/MelanieSYTYCD.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are your predictions? Favorites? Least Favorites?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pretty much cringe every time I see Jess Leprotto. He totally creeps me out. Is he a good dancer? Yes. Does he have totally creepy facial&amp;nbsp;expressions? Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-657205317763601049?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/657205317763601049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/657205317763601049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/657205317763601049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fFEbGXYR8Oc/ThSSwnDT8cI/AAAAAAAAAqA/LiM-3srAOU0/s72-c/Tadd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-3797074204998767330</id><published>2011-07-05T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T13:24:05.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found</title><content type='html'>One time when we were kids my brother lost his jacket on the playground. My mother told him to go to the lost and found and if he didn't find his own jacket, to pick out one he liked.&lt;br /&gt;What a funny thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you found; what was it and where did you find it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cushions. One day I was walking to school and someone had set couch cushions, without covers, next to their garbage cans. I almost walked on past them, but not to let an opportunity pass I had to go back. Upon close inspection they were in pretty good shape and so I shoved them in the trunk of my car. They lived in the trunk for a while and then in our garage. Last quarter I ended up using them in a project for my Quilting class. They turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FQgZDRu-XM/ThNytu0f_YI/AAAAAAAAAp8/F9WKoKsLkUA/s1600/quilt+projects+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FQgZDRu-XM/ThNytu0f_YI/AAAAAAAAAp8/F9WKoKsLkUA/s320/quilt+projects+007.JPG" width="320" /&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/7013426317805167462-3797074204998767330?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3797074204998767330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3797074204998767330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3797074204998767330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/found.html' title='Found'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FQgZDRu-XM/ThNytu0f_YI/AAAAAAAAAp8/F9WKoKsLkUA/s72-c/quilt+projects+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-8841296015846395742</id><published>2011-07-04T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T07:14:20.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKQd1ZFGHbc/ThHKe7edHFI/AAAAAAAAAp4/cR71RdeioE4/s1600/Alaska+pensive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKQd1ZFGHbc/ThHKe7edHFI/AAAAAAAAAp4/cR71RdeioE4/s320/Alaska+pensive.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe a time you felt alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please refer to this blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/fear-factor-depressing-blog-alert.html"&gt;Fear Factor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That was last week though and I am feeling much better now.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really like being alone. It is nice to have the house to yourself and do whatever you want and not have to answer so anybody. I can watch a cheesy Disney movie and not&amp;nbsp;receive&amp;nbsp;any flack.&lt;br /&gt;I do however also love attention, and chats, and laughing hard with friends. Like that time Tancy and I tried on Annie's wedding dress. That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzAitj9pYYU/ThHJ1oh9MZI/AAAAAAAAAps/Em-8bRPvf0c/s1600/Birthday+2011+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IzAitj9pYYU/ThHJ1oh9MZI/AAAAAAAAAps/Em-8bRPvf0c/s320/Birthday+2011+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tISjOJCatyw/ThHJ23GQ5EI/AAAAAAAAApw/0zAfZuZMFfA/s1600/Birthday+2011+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tISjOJCatyw/ThHJ23GQ5EI/AAAAAAAAApw/0zAfZuZMFfA/s320/Birthday+2011+029.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-513prl-Pn4g/ThHJ3nq3T3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/SYUgvH8elQU/s1600/Birthday+2011+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-513prl-Pn4g/ThHJ3nq3T3I/AAAAAAAAAp0/SYUgvH8elQU/s320/Birthday+2011+030.JPG" width="320" /&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/7013426317805167462-8841296015846395742?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8841296015846395742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8841296015846395742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8841296015846395742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKQd1ZFGHbc/ThHKe7edHFI/AAAAAAAAAp4/cR71RdeioE4/s72-c/Alaska+pensive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-3074018433487687601</id><published>2011-07-03T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T16:36:31.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peachadoodle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So never quite satisfied with Peach Cobbler I have created my own recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Peachadoodle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywVBa36bAzY/ThD8qdOJEWI/AAAAAAAAApg/DiyklaCORiI/s1600/Birthday+2011+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywVBa36bAzY/ThD8qdOJEWI/AAAAAAAAApg/DiyklaCORiI/s320/Birthday+2011+032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I threw a&amp;nbsp;handful&amp;nbsp;of blueberries in this one!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;First make Snickerdoodle cookie dough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 c butter (softened)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;1 c. sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;1/4 tsp bkg soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;1/4 tsp cream of tarter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;1 egg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 tsp. vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;1 1/2 c. flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Beat butter for 30 seconds. Add sugar, bkg soda, and cream of tarter. Beat until combined. Scrape sides of bowl and beat in egg and vanilla. Add flour and stick dough in the fridge for 10-15 min, while you prepare the peaches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preheat the oven to 375 degrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next you slice 5 cups of fresh peaches:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boil water in a deep saucepan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stick peach in with a slotted spoon for about 5 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pull out and carefully cut with a paring knife around the&amp;nbsp;circumference,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pull the peel off and pull the pit out. Cut in slices, removing the weird junk in the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toss sliced peaches with 2 Tbl. of sugar and pour into a baking dish (9x13).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top the peaches with bits of the cookie dough and sprinkle with a mixture of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1Tbl Sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/4 tsp Cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dash of nutmeg, ginger, cloves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bake at 375 uncovered for 30-35 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serve with icecream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SR63_r5F-Qk/ThD8re7JnrI/AAAAAAAAApk/hNyH89DVaoY/s1600/Birthday+2011+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SR63_r5F-Qk/ThD8re7JnrI/AAAAAAAAApk/hNyH89DVaoY/s320/Birthday+2011+035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ChbvMY6wEdM/ThD8sYYkTXI/AAAAAAAAApo/QdsfJK68Qqw/s1600/Birthday+2011+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ChbvMY6wEdM/ThD8sYYkTXI/AAAAAAAAApo/QdsfJK68Qqw/s640/Birthday+2011+036.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-3074018433487687601?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3074018433487687601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/peachadoodle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3074018433487687601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3074018433487687601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/peachadoodle.html' title='Peachadoodle'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywVBa36bAzY/ThD8qdOJEWI/AAAAAAAAApg/DiyklaCORiI/s72-c/Birthday+2011+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-8316549059762867375</id><published>2011-07-03T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T11:34:21.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF</title><content type='html'>Write about the last time you spoke to your best friend. What did you talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of best friends, all over the country. I would have to say my very best friend is my sister Robin. We totally understand each other and we are very similar. When she came to visit me my roommates were blown away by how much we sounded a like. We get along most of the time, but because we are so similar we tend to get annoyed by each other really quickly. Luckily we get over it just as fast. I love her because she knows exactly how I am feeling and we can easily relate to each other. We speak the same language. I think my favorite thing about Robin is the fact that when we get tired and silly we laugh really hard, which we call slappy, and we can't contain ourselves. I think really good friends need to be able to laugh really hard together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UD-NVvh030k/ThC0m8p1D3I/AAAAAAAAApY/SfhDo85Bh6o/s1600/green+bluff+jail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UD-NVvh030k/ThC0m8p1D3I/AAAAAAAAApY/SfhDo85Bh6o/s320/green+bluff+jail.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRwy6NY4M34/ThC0zZbRutI/AAAAAAAAApc/_DRipNTa6mc/s1600/back+to+georgia+065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRwy6NY4M34/ThC0zZbRutI/AAAAAAAAApc/_DRipNTa6mc/s320/back+to+georgia+065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our last conversation was minutes ago, &amp;nbsp;and we talked about food. About how she participated in a rib eating contest (Awesome!) and about peach cobbler variations. One of our favorite things to do is to make a treat. We are also both very excited about our upcoming family reunion and what kinds of dishes we are going to make.&lt;br /&gt;I love my sister Robin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-8316549059762867375?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8316549059762867375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/bff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8316549059762867375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8316549059762867375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/bff.html' title='BFF'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UD-NVvh030k/ThC0m8p1D3I/AAAAAAAAApY/SfhDo85Bh6o/s72-c/green+bluff+jail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-9071247962952414838</id><published>2011-07-02T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T09:15:53.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Thingamijig</title><content type='html'>If you invented a device that could fix one problem you are facing right now, would you use it?&lt;br /&gt;What problem would you like to solve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the obvious -a machine that gives me more money,&lt;br /&gt;I would invent a machine that clears my mind and makes me motivated to do more.&lt;br /&gt;I am plagued with laziness. I get tired of doing things and then quit. I wish I could push through&lt;br /&gt;the lack of desire I have to do the actual doing of things and make things happen. I have a lot of time on my hands and I just sit around and watch TV or surf the net or read.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like this is possible without a machine, I just have to figure it out and do it.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Early to bed early to rise makes a man healthy wealthy and wise&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should try that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like a nice set of noise blocking wireless headphones that are sleek enough that you could lay on them. I like to wear headphones to sleep on the airplane or when I watch netflix and it would be nice if they were more comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-9071247962952414838?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/9071247962952414838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/magic-thingamijig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/9071247962952414838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/9071247962952414838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/magic-thingamijig.html' title='Magic Thingamijig'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-3093578654484104632</id><published>2011-07-01T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T08:38:57.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is going to be FINE</title><content type='html'>Describe a time in your life when everything turned out fine, despite the odds.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that is like, ALWAYS. Everything generally turns out fine. I always seem to forget this though, when the going gets tough. This is a nice post to follow up the depressing one from earlier this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUhUIeJPSp8/Tg3nuwJU2TI/AAAAAAAAApA/39HCuAqJR_E/s1600/37484_1551633713429_1312727567_31601891_8293249_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUhUIeJPSp8/Tg3nuwJU2TI/AAAAAAAAApA/39HCuAqJR_E/s320/37484_1551633713429_1312727567_31601891_8293249_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I'm going to talk about my family reunion last summer. It went so well that I was amazed. It could have been all fights, people getting lost, kids running away, somebody getting hurt but instead it was super fun and amazing. Pretty much my whole family from my Dad's side showed up and we had a blast. We all met at a huge lodge in Utah, that had plenty of space for everybody, and everybody got along. I love my family, but when we get together somebody is always offending somebody else, somebody gets their feelings hurt, and then the rest of us&amp;nbsp;mummer&amp;nbsp;and gossip about it the whole time. This didn't happen! It was amazing. Everybody helped out and we had a great time. It helped that there was a lot of space and things to do. Plus a lot of us hadn't seen each other for years so there was a lot of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OLOpNcsJfrQ/Tg3pOxvdQsI/AAAAAAAAApE/82YzbH4bE8k/s1600/Family+Reunion+177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OLOpNcsJfrQ/Tg3pOxvdQsI/AAAAAAAAApE/82YzbH4bE8k/s320/Family+Reunion+177.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The funnest day playing in the rain&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKlQAg7q_Qc/Tg3pREu5WdI/AAAAAAAAApI/UQZ3neP5XAk/s1600/Family+Reunion+186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tKlQAg7q_Qc/Tg3pREu5WdI/AAAAAAAAApI/UQZ3neP5XAk/s320/Family+Reunion+186.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa Willis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRhLvZprNTg/Tg3pRtcOBdI/AAAAAAAAApM/IIQC-9Nuclc/s1600/group+picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bRhLvZprNTg/Tg3pRtcOBdI/AAAAAAAAApM/IIQC-9Nuclc/s320/group+picture.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdETYN2D_IY/Tg3pR82HiLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bjClrO2QzAQ/s1600/roastin+the+pig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sdETYN2D_IY/Tg3pR82HiLI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bjClrO2QzAQ/s320/roastin+the+pig.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad, roastin' the pig&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTovKp3CiEE/Tg3pSJTutHI/AAAAAAAAApU/pFrZEbjeuz4/s1600/shotgun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uTovKp3CiEE/Tg3pSJTutHI/AAAAAAAAApU/pFrZEbjeuz4/s320/shotgun.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shotgun Shooting&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly felt like this was as close as I was going to get to the Celestial Kingdom, here on earth. This summer I have another family reunion with just my Family and I am really looking forward to it. Also they plan to continue the tradition of having a large family reunion next year too. I am so glad because I love my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-3093578654484104632?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3093578654484104632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/everything-is-going-to-be-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3093578654484104632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3093578654484104632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/everything-is-going-to-be-fine.html' title='Everything is going to be FINE'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JUhUIeJPSp8/Tg3nuwJU2TI/AAAAAAAAApA/39HCuAqJR_E/s72-c/37484_1551633713429_1312727567_31601891_8293249_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-7552285402288055838</id><published>2011-07-01T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T08:18:00.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Name one thing you feel brings out the good in people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natural Disasters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqEIFLT_bzQ/Tg3jUfuuC1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/AXhQymmasTo/s1600/15kd380-reliant-center-photos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqEIFLT_bzQ/Tg3jUfuuC1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/AXhQymmasTo/s400/15kd380-reliant-center-photos.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is nothing like a natural disaster to bring out the best in people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Volunteers, Donations, Concerts, Quilting Circles, Cutting up trees with chainsaws,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toiletry kits, Clothing, Canned food drive, Clean up, the list goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I feel like we will be seeing a whole lot more of that in the coming future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So get ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-7552285402288055838?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/7552285402288055838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/7552285402288055838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/7552285402288055838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-people.html' title='Good People'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqEIFLT_bzQ/Tg3jUfuuC1I/AAAAAAAAAo8/AXhQymmasTo/s72-c/15kd380-reliant-center-photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-949739145557434937</id><published>2011-06-29T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T10:33:08.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Factor (depressing blog alert)</title><content type='html'>Write about your greatest fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest fear is that I will never find someone who loves me. They say whatever blessings you don't receive in life, you will have the opportunity to experience it in the after life, but that doesn't keep me from being scared about it.&lt;br /&gt;I am 29 years old and I have not once had a boyfriend, not once had someone who I liked like me back, not once been truly kissed, not once had someone pursue me. At least not enough so, that I actually knew about it. &amp;nbsp;I try to figure it out in my head, try to find a reason. None of them are good. I am ugly, I am rude, I am annoying, I am fat. I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am ugly, mostly, but every single time I have ever shared my feelings of liking someone with them, they have told me they aren't attracted to me. Now to "protect" myself I am rude to guys before they even have a chance to be rude to me. Maybe if I reject them first than I will be okay. Then if I do actually like someone I go to overboard with the asking them to come over and feeding them bit. The ignore them and they will come running bit never works for me.&lt;br /&gt;The only guys that have liked me enough to make it known are nonmember guys. Great guys, but never the kind that could take me to the temple. What is wrong with me that not a single member guy has ever liked me? The fact that I live in Georgia doesn't really help either, due to the lack of good guys my age.&lt;br /&gt;I do have faith that someday it will happen, due to the fact that it says so in my patriarchal blessing. The day to day waiting and worrying isn't that much easier though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if by the time I get married I am too old to have kids? What if I never get to have kids? What if when I have them I can't handle it? What if one of them dies and I can't handle it? What if my spouse dies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I am never financially secure? Will I always be poor and in debt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I have a horrible disease and I don't know about it or treat it because I don't have health insurance? Most of my days I have hives of varying degree. It makes me groggy. It makes me itch. It makes my joints sore. It makes my hands and feet burn. I am tired most of the time and lack enthusiasm. I don't know what causes them, stress?, I don't know how to effectively treat them. Benadryle helps but mostly makes me so sleepy I can't function. If I go to the doctor they poke me, say they don't know what is going on and give me ineffective and expensive medicines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most days I am hanging by a string. I live pretty much from day to day. If anything really bad happened I would be finished. I have faith that Heavenly Father loves me, but that doesn't mean he is going to make everything roses for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-949739145557434937?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/949739145557434937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/fear-factor-depressing-blog-alert.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/949739145557434937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/949739145557434937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/fear-factor-depressing-blog-alert.html' title='Fear Factor (depressing blog alert)'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-892453877478487417</id><published>2011-06-28T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:44:02.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish that I knew what I know now when I was younger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/--HaFAtC17U/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/--HaFAtC17U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/--HaFAtC17U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write about something you know now that you wish you knew earlier in life. How could this knowledge have helped you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I have to say that that picture is pretty epic.&lt;br /&gt;This is another hard one. It is so hard to say if I would've done things differently I'd be any happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda wish I would have known that I wouldn't like doing hair and it held no future for me. I guess it is a good skill to have, but if I would've gone to college right away I could have a profitable profession right now and health insurance. Rather than&amp;nbsp;desperately&amp;nbsp; scraping to get my bills paid every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would've cared more about my grades and which classes I took in high school rather than popularity&amp;nbsp;nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would've known that the economy was going to tank and that I was going to go to Art School and then I wouldn't have bought a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh la la, what will I know in the future, that I wished I knew now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-892453877478487417?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/892453877478487417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wish-that-i-knew-what-i-know-when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/892453877478487417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/892453877478487417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-wish-that-i-knew-what-i-know-when-i.html' title='I wish that I knew what I know now when I was younger'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-7251813870250853479</id><published>2011-06-27T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:32:21.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before It Is Too Late</title><content type='html'>Describe 5 things you want to see or do before it's too late.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love bucket lists. I always find myself wanting to write things I've already done though. I used to have a good one and then I think I got mad and threw it away one day. I even started a life list journal once where I was going to write about everything as a crossed it off the list. Yeah that didn't go far. Most of the things on my list are just places I want to travel to. Let's see if I can narrow it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Get married to the man I love in the temple and start an eternal family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeHll1kUlAY/TgiT53wB2II/AAAAAAAAAo0/PX_ogqHODE4/s1600/family_sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeHll1kUlAY/TgiT53wB2II/AAAAAAAAAo0/PX_ogqHODE4/s320/family_sunset.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Become financially stable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_s-sAoRYZag/TgiT5ZJOnnI/AAAAAAAAAos/LpsT8qAERn0/s1600/iStock_000002403126XSmall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_s-sAoRYZag/TgiT5ZJOnnI/AAAAAAAAAos/LpsT8qAERn0/s320/iStock_000002403126XSmall.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Travel the world. Turkey's whirling dervishes, India's holi festival, NYC, Backpack in Europe, Paris, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4DNE6jJcok0/TgiT5mdHQlI/AAAAAAAAAow/6UroYixUUg0/s1600/holi_group.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4DNE6jJcok0/TgiT5mdHQlI/AAAAAAAAAow/6UroYixUUg0/s320/holi_group.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Visit the major art museums,&amp;nbsp;Louvre, Met, Moma, Albert and Victoria, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zJqpQrr7Ep8/TgiT5DDu0wI/AAAAAAAAAoo/mgolBBfmNlw/s1600/louvre-museum-picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zJqpQrr7Ep8/TgiT5DDu0wI/AAAAAAAAAoo/mgolBBfmNlw/s320/louvre-museum-picture.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Spend more time with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3SIbi4zmxU/TgiUKhTobdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8EGwPtq_C0w/s1600/group+picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F3SIbi4zmxU/TgiUKhTobdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8EGwPtq_C0w/s320/group+picture.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-7251813870250853479?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/7251813870250853479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/before-it-is-too-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/7251813870250853479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/7251813870250853479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/before-it-is-too-late.html' title='Before It Is Too Late'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UeHll1kUlAY/TgiT53wB2II/AAAAAAAAAo0/PX_ogqHODE4/s72-c/family_sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-6388669767127241719</id><published>2011-06-26T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T14:53:36.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just can't get this song outta my head!</title><content type='html'>What song was stuck in your head recently, and what were you doing at the time that made you think of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I haven't had a song stuck in my head for a long time. So I don't really have an answer to this question. I was humming Families Can Be Together Forever at work the other day because I was in a sour mood and felt like nobody liked me. I ended up having a great night because I went around helping every body when I didn't have anything else to do. I even made good money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one song that I hate that always gets stuck in my head if I hear it. It is that horrible Katie Perry, I kissed a girl song. Irritating. I have to sing primary songs just to get it to go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-6388669767127241719?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/6388669767127241719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-cant-get-this-song-outta-my-head.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6388669767127241719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6388669767127241719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-cant-get-this-song-outta-my-head.html' title='Just can&apos;t get this song outta my head!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-3332209024134921915</id><published>2011-06-25T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T09:02:06.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My biggest mistake</title><content type='html'>What was the worst mistake or decision you have ever made in life? What could you have done differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a hard one. I think our mistakes are obviously annoying but are also opportunities to learn from. However &amp;nbsp;here are some things I wish I had done or would do differently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wouldn't have been so&amp;nbsp;immature&amp;nbsp;when my mother died.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could believe in myself more&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn't as selfish&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I was more willing to serve others&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was friendlier&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wouldn't have trusted Master Cuts to "trim" my hair (worst haircut ever)&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would've taken pepto bismal with me to Manila&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was able to see my family more often&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was nicer to men and so they would want to date me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would work harder&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would've made more effort to know my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that list is longer than I thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-3332209024134921915?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3332209024134921915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-biggest-mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3332209024134921915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3332209024134921915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-biggest-mistake.html' title='My biggest mistake'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-1231233447971706042</id><published>2011-06-24T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T20:59:31.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Kiss</title><content type='html'>Write about your first kiss. Was it everything you wished or hoped it would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha this one is sort of funny and mostly sad.&lt;br /&gt;So I have never really had a "first kiss" I have however been kissed on the mouth by a guy I had a mad crush on. Here is the rather anticlimactic story:&lt;br /&gt;I had this big crush on this guy. We will call him Dale, because that is his name. We were all at a young single adult dance and Dale, my roommate Jen, and I were dancing along. A song came on and Dale said,&lt;br /&gt;"I will kiss whoever knows who sings this song!"&lt;br /&gt;And then of course I said,&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't this Eric Clapton?"&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough Dale grabbed my face and planted a kiss right on my lips, after just a minor bit of hesitation on my part. Luckily I didn't read into it too much. I did however go immediately and tell my friend and roommate Rachel. She didn't believe me. I just laughed about it and the dance went on as normal.&lt;br /&gt;Later that night or the next day, I don't remember which, Rachel told me that after the dance Dale announced that he had kissed me. At which point she told him I was VL. (virgin lips). He couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;We never talked about it again. I look back on it as mostly a funny incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SNHAMQRLbg/TgVcqxWOccI/AAAAAAAAAok/fNHYEtYMIoI/s1600/Feb+dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SNHAMQRLbg/TgVcqxWOccI/AAAAAAAAAok/fNHYEtYMIoI/s320/Feb+dance.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty sure the incident&amp;nbsp;happened&amp;nbsp;at this dance, note Dale in the striped &amp;nbsp;polo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I would say that no, that is not what I wished or hoped my first kiss would be. But it is a lot better than it could have been. I suppose it doesn't even count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/7013426317805167462-1231233447971706042?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1231233447971706042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-first-kiss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1231233447971706042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1231233447971706042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-first-kiss.html' title='My First Kiss'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1SNHAMQRLbg/TgVcqxWOccI/AAAAAAAAAok/fNHYEtYMIoI/s72-c/Feb+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-6204680009329944817</id><published>2011-06-23T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T20:19:28.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want to do</title><content type='html'>Name one thing you always wanted to do, but haven't. What has prevented you from doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvARMZK-1_E/TgQCKktsuJI/AAAAAAAAAog/WDtQHDSHMpA/s1600/image_0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvARMZK-1_E/TgQCKktsuJI/AAAAAAAAAog/WDtQHDSHMpA/s320/image_0014.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to ride in a hot air balloon. Marriage proposal in a hot air balloon:&amp;nbsp;automatic&amp;nbsp;yes.&lt;br /&gt;Why I haven't done it? Lack of access and cash I suppose. It is not every day that you happen upon someone offering free hot air balloon rides. Definitely want to do that before I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-6204680009329944817?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/6204680009329944817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-i-want-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6204680009329944817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6204680009329944817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-i-want-to-do.html' title='What I want to do'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wvARMZK-1_E/TgQCKktsuJI/AAAAAAAAAog/WDtQHDSHMpA/s72-c/image_0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-3081466109503817162</id><published>2011-06-22T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T21:07:28.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Frost</title><content type='html'>Robert Frost wrote a poem titled &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15717"&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Name a road you've always wanted to travel. Where do you hope it takes you, and what might you see on the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SuXfHgqPKiw/TgK4fkcRSHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/vyVZXATjb6Y/s1600/199976_4728954757_512944757_63801_5069_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SuXfHgqPKiw/TgK4fkcRSHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/vyVZXATjb6Y/s640/199976_4728954757_512944757_63801_5069_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have always wanted to travel to Europe. I had a big&amp;nbsp;fascination&amp;nbsp;with Italy for a while, then Turkey, and now Spain. Really I want to see it all. I have done a lot of arm chair traveling and travel within the United States. It is my goal to be a really good traveler. I want to be able to just go with the flow, sleep anywhere, and be able to enjoy any situation as part of the adventure. I'm not very good at this yet, since whenever I get hungry or tired (which happens a lot when you are traveling) I get super cranky.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. In Spain I want to see the Alhombra which is/was a mosque with amazing tile work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RH3XUSgYaFk/TgK6N4DXrSI/AAAAAAAAAoc/hGftu68aJMQ/s1600/Alhambra_Grenade_mlkfj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RH3XUSgYaFk/TgK6N4DXrSI/AAAAAAAAAoc/hGftu68aJMQ/s320/Alhambra_Grenade_mlkfj.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MHvXOfKbUs/TgK6MzJ1HyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TE7dta48_k8/s1600/compostela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4MHvXOfKbUs/TgK6MzJ1HyI/AAAAAAAAAoY/TE7dta48_k8/s320/compostela.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I also would love to see Santiago de Compostela. This church&amp;nbsp;supposedly&amp;nbsp;holds the relic of St. James and a major&amp;nbsp;pilgrimage&amp;nbsp;site.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to go to Turkey to see the Blue Mosque and the&amp;nbsp;whirling&amp;nbsp;dervishes.&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be super fun to just backpack with Europe. Maybe as a honeymoon someday. Start in England and just work our way down to Turkey, riding trains and staying in hostels. How fab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-3081466109503817162?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3081466109503817162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/robert-frost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3081466109503817162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3081466109503817162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/robert-frost.html' title='Robert Frost'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SuXfHgqPKiw/TgK4fkcRSHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/vyVZXATjb6Y/s72-c/199976_4728954757_512944757_63801_5069_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-9022518260330462118</id><published>2011-06-22T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T20:46:44.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about me</title><content type='html'>What is one thing nobody knows about you because nobody ever cared to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a hard one because I like attention and so I tell everybody everything. I don't know if there is anything that nobody knows about me. I can think of a few things that only a few people know, like the fact that I have a heart shaped birthmark on my bum and I like to think of myself as a Carebear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLlYbDP4u9Q/TgK1byHMiTI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ypbdZYFEb_g/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLlYbDP4u9Q/TgK1byHMiTI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ypbdZYFEb_g/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of abnormally tall people. They make me feel uncomfortable and I try to avoid them. I'm talking like NBA tall. That is just creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kNoAl9edus8/TgK2vmr5p5I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/1GjO_8SLBGA/s1600/bogues_bol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kNoAl9edus8/TgK2vmr5p5I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/1GjO_8SLBGA/s320/bogues_bol.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a really expensive car, even if I had a lot of money. I think I would be satisfied with a Honda CRV. &amp;nbsp;That is what I plan to get when I get a real job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWblvRMAhiI/TgK2Lwgr3vI/AAAAAAAAAoM/3kmjYCA7We0/s1600/honda-crv-2008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wWblvRMAhiI/TgK2Lwgr3vI/AAAAAAAAAoM/3kmjYCA7We0/s320/honda-crv-2008.jpg" width="320" /&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/7013426317805167462-9022518260330462118?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/9022518260330462118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/something-about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/9022518260330462118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/9022518260330462118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/something-about-me.html' title='Something about me'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLlYbDP4u9Q/TgK1byHMiTI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ypbdZYFEb_g/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-1879690737551905970</id><published>2011-06-20T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T08:26:59.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Changes</title><content type='html'>Turn to an entry in your journal or diary from a year or more ago. What has changed and what has stayed the same since then?&lt;br /&gt;Here is a blog entry from years ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font: normal normal bold 30px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2008/12/drive-this-car-to-work-work-to-pay-for.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Drive this car to work, work to pay for this car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-317187718891531997" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 498px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HSZKPotmI9g/Tf9miki_UfI/AAAAAAAAAoA/YgFmfN12kjg/s1600/street+dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HSZKPotmI9g/Tf9miki_UfI/AAAAAAAAAoA/YgFmfN12kjg/s320/street+dance.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Friday, April 18, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Current mood: discontent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel like I am going through the motions. Wake up, eat, do stuff go to bed. I am keeping busy, but busy doing what? What difference does it make. Sometimes you are just too busy to find out.&lt;br /&gt;Things I do right now: Listen to my stations on pandora.com, go to school, try not to eat eggs for breakfast everyday, think about doing yoga, read books, try to be nice to people, think about doing visiting teaching, stress out about finding a "real job", water my plants, watch my seeds germinate, dig weeds, drive my car, think about cleaning my car, check facebook, watch movies, organize family home evening, hate waiting at the bank, make dinner, have crazy dreams, take iron suppliments, drink water, and watch american idol.&lt;br /&gt;I be: Sister, fhe co-chair, student, workstudy, prized pupil, hortclub president, friend, aquaintance, long-lost friend-person you know, ward member, girl, woman, child, person, human.&lt;br /&gt;That is all I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-317187718891531997" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 498px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-317187718891531997" style="position: relative; width: 498px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;A lot of this is the same. Although I am not feeling discontent anymore. I still listen to pandora, go to school, eat eggs for breakfast most days, stress about finding a real job, water my petunia, drive my car, check facebook, watch movies, have crazy dreams, take iron&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;supplements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;, and drink water and make dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-317187718891531997" style="position: relative; width: 498px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;I also watch netflix and so you think you can dance. I work on sewing projects, I plan the future, I teach primary, I think about doing zumba, I alter clothing, and make treats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-317187718891531997" style="position: relative; width: 498px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;Back then I lived in Spokane and was unhappy with the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;monotony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;of my life. Since then I have moved to Savannah Georgia to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;pursue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;my dream of going to art school. I miss my house and my friends in Spokane, but I live in a nice house and I have a job. My car still works, sort of. I have great roommates and live in a beautiful city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-317187718891531997" style="position: relative; width: 498px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;I be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;: Sister, Primary helper, student,&amp;nbsp;restaurant&amp;nbsp;server, honor roll student, fibers major, friend, funny girl, person with a car, roommate, daughter, person that cuts hair,&amp;nbsp;acquaintance, long-lost friend-person you know, ward member, girl, woman, child, person, human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-317187718891531997" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 498px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-1879690737551905970?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1879690737551905970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-changes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1879690737551905970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1879690737551905970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-changes.html' title='Life Changes'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HSZKPotmI9g/Tf9miki_UfI/AAAAAAAAAoA/YgFmfN12kjg/s72-c/street+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-8329508902997994043</id><published>2011-06-19T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T18:22:13.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherished Childhood Memory</title><content type='html'>What is your most cherished childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a hard one. I&amp;nbsp;immediately&amp;nbsp;remembered how sometimes my mom would sit in her bed and talk on the phone or plan lessons for Seminary. We would pile in bed with her and just lay besides her. I would take her hand and play with the loose skin that looked like phyllo. I really cherish that memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time we were on a family vacation in San Antonio Texas and we stayed at this cook motel that had a swimming pool and playground. It started to rain cats and dogs and I finally understood what that saying meant. It was the most rain I had ever seen in my life. It flooded in seconds and of course we had to play in it. We had so much fun. Soon we realized that swimming in lightening wasn't very smart so we moved to the playground and soon started going down the slide. It was hilarious. When they went down the slide with the water they flew off the end really far. We laughed so hard. There were these little kids that were watching us. It is one of my favorite memories of all time. It was a great day because we were so tired from traveling for so long. We just needed a fun day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer we had a family reunion and it seriously was the best week of my life. I love my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-8329508902997994043?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8329508902997994043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/cherished-childhood-memory.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8329508902997994043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8329508902997994043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/cherished-childhood-memory.html' title='Cherished Childhood Memory'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-2904427124745069359</id><published>2011-06-18T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T13:45:30.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>Who was your first crush and what made them special?&lt;br /&gt;The first crush I can remember was on this kid named Andy. It was in first grade and I had a crush on him because he had spiky hair. Whey you ran your hands over it, it felt funny.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a lot of crushes since then. Way too many to think about or list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-2904427124745069359?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/2904427124745069359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2904427124745069359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/2904427124745069359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5715163464480194189</id><published>2011-06-17T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T07:34:27.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When was your last food craving, and what did you crave?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrkHX58Er6I/TftibC2gPFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/3InmRjr1gcg/s1600/olivegarden_soup_salad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrkHX58Er6I/TftibC2gPFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/3InmRjr1gcg/s1600/olivegarden_soup_salad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Olive Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been craving Olive Garden for about two years. I don't know why I haven't gone, there is one in just about every city in the country. I think I haven't gone just because it is kinda lame. You know, it is so cliche to go to the Olive Garden. Some might say it falls into that Ugly American genre. I can just hear it now:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Let's go to the Olive Garden, that's Fancy!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know those restaurants, Red Lobster, TGIFridays, Applebees, Chili's, etc. In every town, predictable, but not that great. Anyway, I have decided it is because everyone in the commercials seem like they are having such a good time! They are all family and are laughing and are having the time of their lives. We like to joke about how I want that too. So that being said, Sunday is my birthday and my roommates are taking me to The Olive Garden. We are all going to make lame references to Uncle Bob and laugh and pass the salad around the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/W-ZsjTipYqY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W-ZsjTipYqY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W-ZsjTipYqY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excellent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/EKZS4Jn6gRM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EKZS4Jn6gRM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EKZS4Jn6gRM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5715163464480194189?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5715163464480194189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/cravings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5715163464480194189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5715163464480194189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hrkHX58Er6I/TftibC2gPFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/3InmRjr1gcg/s72-c/olivegarden_soup_salad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-6731157586996360412</id><published>2011-06-16T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T10:14:28.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are your Religious Beliefs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What are your religious&amp;nbsp;beliefs? Have they changed, or have they always stayed the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fupVYuK2Sog/Tfo5g7upRuI/AAAAAAAAAn4/DWlgimki8Es/s1600/jesus-christ-pics-2001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fupVYuK2Sog/Tfo5g7upRuI/AAAAAAAAAn4/DWlgimki8Es/s320/jesus-christ-pics-2001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has a very lengthy answer. Here is the short version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Christ. I believe he is my redeemer and that through him I can live in Heaven with my Father in Heaven and with my earthly family forever, if I keep my temple covenants and always strive to be the best person I can be.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that when a man and a woman are married in the temple, and keep those covenants, they and their children can be sealed together forever.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Smith did see God the Father and Jesus Christ and was foreordained to restore the true church to the earth.&lt;br /&gt;The book of Mormon is another testament of Christ and is a true account of his people in the Americas.&lt;br /&gt;I know that prayers are answered. Heavenly Father hears and answers all prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Trials are meant for our good. We are given trials so that we may grow and learn.&lt;br /&gt;Man has been given agency to choose good or evil and it is up to us to decide what we will do with that agency.&lt;br /&gt;I believe the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints to be the only true church on the earth. I also believe that there is a latter day prophet, Thomas S. Monson and twelve Apostles that are ordained to lead the church.&lt;br /&gt;The priesthood has been restored to the earth and it is a portion of God's power given to worthy men to help bless and take care of Heavenly Father's children.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in being honest, loving, virtuous, and that we are all brothers and sisters and so we should treat each other that way.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in repentance. Nobody is perfect and through the Atonement of Christ we can repent of our sins so that we may be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;My whole life I have been taught these principles and my belief in them has only grown stronger.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more. For more information please visit: www.mormon.org and www.lds.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-6731157586996360412?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/6731157586996360412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-are-your-religious-beliefs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6731157586996360412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6731157586996360412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-are-your-religious-beliefs.html' title='What are your Religious Beliefs?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fupVYuK2Sog/Tfo5g7upRuI/AAAAAAAAAn4/DWlgimki8Es/s72-c/jesus-christ-pics-2001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-1837155964190951391</id><published>2011-06-15T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T11:32:19.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Thing To Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be, and what would you do if later on you changed your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;If I could change anything about my appearance I would&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;want thicker hair. I am seriously going bald and it is frustrating, I'm not even 30 yet! It isn't too bad yet, but I'm just worried what it will look like in the future. I don't know if it is just inherited or if I have alopecia, but I have been using Nioxin and that has helped stop it from falling out some. I am trying to grow it out and my little pony tail is so puny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I met a lady once at work who was way balding and she wanted this nice thick shampoo set haircut. NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. I tried cutting it the best I could but it still just looked bald. She was rather upset that it didn't look like the picture. There was nothing I could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;e joke about how I should get a wig. It is nice however that it is really fast to do my hair. It only takes about 2 minutes to blow dry it. I know some girls that have hair so thick it takes half a day for it to dry. sheesh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;If I got thick hair and decided it was too much of a hassle I would thin it out with thinning shears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2_QC9ljjZbs/Tfj6lmm4TGI/AAAAAAAAAn0/NOLAPMxcxIE/s1600/A2457_1-w187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2_QC9ljjZbs/Tfj6lmm4TGI/AAAAAAAAAn0/NOLAPMxcxIE/s1600/A2457_1-w187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think of this Paula Young wig?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-1837155964190951391?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1837155964190951391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-thing-to-change.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1837155964190951391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1837155964190951391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-thing-to-change.html' title='One Thing To Change'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2_QC9ljjZbs/Tfj6lmm4TGI/AAAAAAAAAn0/NOLAPMxcxIE/s72-c/A2457_1-w187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-3029066231370727072</id><published>2011-06-14T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:05:41.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Habits</title><content type='html'>List your bad habits and/or addictions and what you have tried to rid yourself of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know if I've tried too hard to rid myself of them, but I do have some bad habits and addictions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Checking Facebook too often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Turning into Bowser when I get near men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Becoming a nazi when it comes to the organization of the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Becoming overly frustrated with other drivers, I mean seriously could we just use our blinkers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Watching WAY TOO MANY movies and TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Self&amp;nbsp;Deprecation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7.Spending more than I make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. Being Lazy and not working to my full potential&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. Powdered Drink Mix (Tang, Quik) consumption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. Cold Cereal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;11. Selfishness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;12. Dressing like an awkward 13 year old boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;13. Not maintaining friendships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;14. Saying rude things out loud about people when they can hear me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;15. Talking with my mouth full of food and&amp;nbsp;interrupting&amp;nbsp;others when they are speaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That is the nice/bad thing about being single for so long. You get set in your ways and don't really think about changing things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-3029066231370727072?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3029066231370727072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/bad-habits.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3029066231370727072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3029066231370727072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/bad-habits.html' title='Bad Habits'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5118927022429091551</id><published>2011-06-13T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:34:27.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Music Album would be used for the movie of your life?</title><content type='html'>I've been asked this question before and I really don't know one specific album that would fit. Here is my life playlist quickly off the top of my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please note that these songs mostly not a representation of what I was thinking, feeling, or going through, they are songs I was listening to or liked at certain points of my life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.America by Neil Diamond&lt;br /&gt;My Mom used to make us listen to Neil Diamond, Jim&amp;nbsp;Croce, and the Beatles when we would clean the house. My brother Jon (or was it Phillip?) would run around the house singing this at the top of his lungs in a very high pitched voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jamie's Got A Gun by Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;I remember at some point I realized I only liked the music my sister's liked (NKOTB) and so I heard this song and decided it was my favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Blame It On The Rain by Milli Vanilli&lt;br /&gt;Sure did like this song and remember being super excited when it aired on TGIF. What a let down when the truth came out, pretty sure I just liked it because they had long braids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Yellow Submarine by The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;In Kindergarten the teacher put this record on and my life has never been the same since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mary Jane's Last Dance by Tom Petty&lt;br /&gt;Yep, this was my favorite song in the sixth grade. You gotta love some Tom Petty, still a great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Suicidal Dream by Silverchair&lt;br /&gt;Well yes this was a depressing song but you have to admit it is pretty good. Ok well maybe not, but to a moody middle schooler in the 90's, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.1979 by The Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;This was my first CD. It was a single bought at a used cd shop purchased at the same time as a Bob Marley T-shirt with bright rasta colors. Man I was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Fu-gee-la by the Fugees&lt;br /&gt;I saw this video on TV and Lauren Hill's voice kinda changed my life. I knew I needed to hear more of this type of music.&amp;nbsp;I got this, my first full length CD, for Christmas. I remember playing it really loud hoping to impress my neighbor Barry Wang, with how cool I was for having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Bulls on Parade by Rage Against the Machine&lt;br /&gt;Sara and me were pretty hard core, we listened to Rage and wore Jinko's with angst. Okay so I don't really remember what we had to be so angry about but man high school is hard. (note sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYYTGq4kkNk/TfYuH85FPqI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Fe8TlYSjBJc/s1600/jnco2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYYTGq4kkNk/TfYuH85FPqI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Fe8TlYSjBJc/s200/jnco2.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jinco's for those of you who weren't a victim to this fashion crime.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;9.5. I Love You by Sarah Mclachlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"And I forgot&lt;br /&gt;To tell you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;And the night’s&lt;br /&gt;Too long&lt;br /&gt;And cold here&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;I grieve in my condition&lt;br /&gt;For I cannot find the strength to say I need you so"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When My mom passed away we listened to this on the way home from the viewing. Let us just say I BAWLED my eyes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Say It Ain't So by Weezer&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of my Senior year in High School I got a job at a Nuclear Power Plant doing data entry (not a lie). I hated it. I had to drive my Geo Metro 30 minutes out to the site. Yes for those of you not from home, it is&amp;nbsp;referred&amp;nbsp;to as The Site, sounds ominous doesn't it? Anyway to keep myself from driving into other vehicles on the very boring drive through sagebrush and dust I would rig up a cassette player through my cigarette lighter. Don't worry because this was a cassette that had the holes taped over, so I could record the Weezer blue album on it. So influenced by this album I would arrive at school some days and sing it down the hallway at the top of my lungs. Man Weezer is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The Thong Song by Sisqo, Baby Got Back by Sir Mix Alot, and Mambo #5 by Lou Bega&lt;br /&gt;After I was done working at the power plant, it didn't last long, I started attending beauty school. These three songs were the soundtrack for our drives to beauty school in Pasco, about 30 minutes from our town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Time of Your Life by Greenday&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sure this was our graduation song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Brick by Ben Fold Five&lt;br /&gt;Howard Amen Park, swing set, singing at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Zombie by The Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;After graduation I moved to Utah and rode with Sara in her crown vicki with the windows down and Cranberries blasting the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.She Has A Girlfriend Now by Real Big Fish and Pink Triangle by Weezer.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I would play these songs when I would cut my friends hair because I thought it was funny. Now, years later, I realize they probably thought I was a lesbian. No wonder I didn't get any dates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Roxanne by The Police&lt;br /&gt;One time I was particularly upset about a boy not liking me and so I listened to this track on repeat over and over and over very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Satellite by Dave Mathews Band&lt;br /&gt;One day we were driving down out of the canyon and Griff had Dave playing very loudly with the windows open. This completely changed my opinion of DMB. It soon became my go to music for driving in the car and for tuning out my roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Electrical Storm by U2&lt;br /&gt;My friend Clayton really liked to share/force his musical interests on others. He gave me a U2 mix with this song on it and I would listen to it on my headphones and lay on my bed staring at the ceiling like they do in the movies. On a side note, he liked to change the words to songs and so this one was called Electrical Bourne, after one of our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Band on the Run by Wings&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a big Beatles fan and there really could be another one of these lists dedicated to the Beatles songs that mean things to me. This song however is my all time favorite song. It never ceases to bring a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Glass Danse by the Faint, Nothing Better by the Postal Service, and Something About Us by Daft Punk&lt;br /&gt;All introduced to my by Hayley and Becka my awesome Bennie and June Apartment roommies. We would listen to cool music and dance while we would do the dishes, it was awesome. These bands are the type that when you hear them for the first time, you are totally changed and wonder why you hadn't been listening to them your whole life. I went to a Faint Concert once, and it was hands down the best concert I have ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so there are so many more, this is just a little handfull. This blog could be a book really. Just a few others: pretty much anything and everything from Arcade Fire&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;My Body is A Cage, Eric Satie, and Fiona Apple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5118927022429091551?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5118927022429091551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-music-album-would-be-used-for.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5118927022429091551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5118927022429091551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-music-album-would-be-used-for.html' title='What Music Album would be used for the movie of your life?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IYYTGq4kkNk/TfYuH85FPqI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Fe8TlYSjBJc/s72-c/jnco2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-4137748006153862873</id><published>2011-06-12T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:27:37.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Quilt</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple projects from my art quilt class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SgryWaMaMFE/TfUfXQ277oI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Q1r31ra7jgc/s1600/quilt+projects+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SgryWaMaMFE/TfUfXQ277oI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Q1r31ra7jgc/s320/quilt+projects+001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tN9w0fInSmg/TfUfX0RoO2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/8ubSLpRODSw/s1600/quilt+projects+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tN9w0fInSmg/TfUfX0RoO2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/8ubSLpRODSw/s320/quilt+projects+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is refered to as a whole cloth quilt because the top isn't a bunch of fabric pieced together. This was our first project and it is stitched by hand. I actually really enjoyed doing this and it wasn't too hard due to its small scale. We also learned how to do a binding, which wasn't too bad. It is the first item I have made at SCAD that has been put on display,&amp;nbsp;granted&amp;nbsp;it was with both art quilt classes, but still it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24kMQKtM8-E/TfUfYvqm5sI/AAAAAAAAAng/402p15qymbQ/s1600/quilt+projects+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24kMQKtM8-E/TfUfYvqm5sI/AAAAAAAAAng/402p15qymbQ/s320/quilt+projects+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dkCzTnmgKqk/TfUfaOXMdsI/AAAAAAAAAnk/590VWj2lY1U/s1600/quilt+projects+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dkCzTnmgKqk/TfUfaOXMdsI/AAAAAAAAAnk/590VWj2lY1U/s320/quilt+projects+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGG5XnuhFPc/TfUfbgpTxEI/AAAAAAAAAno/FrFX4uWCJCU/s1600/quilt+projects+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uGG5XnuhFPc/TfUfbgpTxEI/AAAAAAAAAno/FrFX4uWCJCU/s320/quilt+projects+009.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rpc01ead0Zs/TfUfdI_5buI/AAAAAAAAAns/S2MT8Sn-jAM/s1600/quilt+projects+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rpc01ead0Zs/TfUfdI_5buI/AAAAAAAAAns/S2MT8Sn-jAM/s320/quilt+projects+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These cushions were my final project for the class. They were a lot of hard work but I am really proud of how they turned out. There were a few stressful moments when I thought I wouldn't be able to finish them, but it all worked out in the end. This class was my favorite so far. I learned a lot and I had a great time and was able to make some cool stuff that I could be really proud of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-4137748006153862873?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/4137748006153862873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/art-quilt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4137748006153862873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4137748006153862873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/art-quilt.html' title='Art Quilt'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SgryWaMaMFE/TfUfXQ277oI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Q1r31ra7jgc/s72-c/quilt+projects+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-4137033086117603905</id><published>2011-06-12T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:18:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Totally Useless Possession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Name a totally useless possession and how you came to acquire it:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YKaOWERfXSk/TfUehmeXZKI/AAAAAAAAAnU/uxy50Hs-o_o/s1600/quilt+projects+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YKaOWERfXSk/TfUehmeXZKI/AAAAAAAAAnU/uxy50Hs-o_o/s320/quilt+projects+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a piece of foam that a kid named Sam in my 3-D class carved using a saw. I happened to be in the room at the same time and so he gave it to me. It now resides on my cork board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-4137033086117603905?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/4137033086117603905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/totally-useless-possession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4137033086117603905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4137033086117603905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/totally-useless-possession.html' title='A Totally Useless Possession'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YKaOWERfXSk/TfUehmeXZKI/AAAAAAAAAnU/uxy50Hs-o_o/s72-c/quilt+projects+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-1139276952566582740</id><published>2011-06-11T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T10:54:39.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My top 5 most visited websites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1. &lt;a href="http://www.igoogle.com/"&gt;iGoogle&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is my homepage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0etL6V8zH2E/TfOlxk0KYhI/AAAAAAAAAnI/QzTrdFpc2AA/s1600/gmail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0etL6V8zH2E/TfOlxk0KYhI/AAAAAAAAAnI/QzTrdFpc2AA/s200/gmail.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is where I do all my searching and my email. I especially like google images and google shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;#2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pandora.com/"&gt;Pandora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecz0NexHsZE/TfOlwx53x8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/-td7iZv_BRk/s1600/pandora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecz0NexHsZE/TfOlwx53x8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/-td7iZv_BRk/s1600/pandora.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you have yet to submit to the Pandora phenomenon I highly recommend it. Although with more and more commercials it is starting to get annoying. It is an internet radio where you pick bands or genres you like and pandora finds music like it. My current fav's: &amp;nbsp;90's alternative station, Niko Case, Arcade Fire, and the PG Comedian station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;#3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WqdXhqPo4s/TfOlxwjEzdI/AAAAAAAAAnM/A9Pqy45KRPY/s1600/facebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8WqdXhqPo4s/TfOlxwjEzdI/AAAAAAAAAnM/A9Pqy45KRPY/s320/facebook.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah so I'm addicted. I am not proud of it, but it is true. I love being able to know what people are up to without actually having to talk to them. Shallow maybe, but at least I'm willing to admit it. Plus it is the easiest way to see cute niece and nephew pictures, like this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouEzs3sv9rk/TfOoSrX7awI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/12w7aZSnFj0/s1600/aquarium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouEzs3sv9rk/TfOoSrX7awI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/12w7aZSnFj0/s320/aquarium.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't he precious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;#4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.netflix.com/"&gt;Netflix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46ZMmD9Ssd0/TfOlxL8FmSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/8xws9Hz2-pY/s1600/Netflix.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-46ZMmD9Ssd0/TfOlxL8FmSI/AAAAAAAAAnA/8xws9Hz2-pY/s1600/Netflix.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love watching movies and what better way then pretty much whenever I want. I have learned though that there are a lot of REALLY AWFUL movies. It is nice though to be able to turn them off without feeling like you lost money on a rental. My typical night: Get on Netflix, look for movies, find a movie I've never heard of, go to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;#5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;Internet Movie Database&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKM0YV3ezy4/TfOlxffsErI/AAAAAAAAAnE/F8KjljI1d7M/s1600/Imbd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKM0YV3ezy4/TfOlxffsErI/AAAAAAAAAnE/F8KjljI1d7M/s1600/Imbd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a great site for watching previews, reading plot lines, and seeing cast lists. You can also click on the actors and see what other movies they are in. It is really useful when you know you've seen someone in another movie but you can't quite pinpoint it. IMDB to the rescue! They also show previews for movies that are about to be released and have tons of pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so who really just has a top five? Here are the other ones I frequent:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;#6. Savannah College of Art and Design login&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I can access Blackboard and my school email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;#7.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://amazon.com/"&gt;amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like to buy stuff there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;#8.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;Dictionary/Thesaurus.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Best way to sound&amp;nbsp;eloquent&amp;nbsp;when you are writing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;#9. Bank of America or Wells Fargo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;you know, checking up on the dough flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;#10.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;Stumble Upon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The best place to completely waste time. If you haven't been to this site I highly recommend it,if you like amusing things. It is a HUGE time killer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-1139276952566582740?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1139276952566582740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-top-5-most-visited-websites.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1139276952566582740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1139276952566582740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-top-5-most-visited-websites.html' title='My top 5 most visited websites'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0etL6V8zH2E/TfOlxk0KYhI/AAAAAAAAAnI/QzTrdFpc2AA/s72-c/gmail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-8871488974442719271</id><published>2011-06-10T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T17:47:02.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>80 Journal Writing Prompts and something lost</title><content type='html'>I was stumbling and I found a site called &lt;a href="http://www.tomslatin.com/80-journal-writing-prompts/"&gt;TomSlatin.Com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;with 80 prompts to get you started writing. I thought it would be pretty interesting if I worked my way through them this summer. I am pretty bad at writing on my blog regularly and so this might help. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numero Uno:&lt;br /&gt;Name something you lost or gave away that can never be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so many things! My first thought was of all the wonderful things I had to get rid of when I moved to Georgia. I decided to uproot my whole life and move across the country and so pretty much everything had to go. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I still think about the bits of yarn and fabric I could be using. The groovy green ottoman that I&amp;nbsp;absconded&amp;nbsp;from my sister Alisa. Pretty much all of my kitchen stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I was 17 and I had this pair of Simple shoes. They were green skate shoes with a flame detail stitched in the sides. I loved those shoes, they were so comfy and I thought they were so cool. I took them to girls camp that summer and I remember putting them into the back of my dad's car when he came to pick me up. He took me straight from camp to a summer session at the Seattle Art institute for high school students. Somehow they never made it. I have no idea what happened to those shoes but they were gone forever. It is more than ten years since then and I still think about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shoe story: I was at T.J. Max once and found a pair of leopard print heels with a red velvet ribbon woven around the foot opening, ending with a bow on the toe. They were beautiful and $70 so I couldn't rationalize it so I walked away. I still regret that decision. I probably wouldn't ever wear them but I would own them and they were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 17 my mother died after a terrible battle with mutiple myloma, bone cancer. My mother can never be replaced. I love and miss her more and more each day. I didn't even know what I was losing then. Now I wonder how she would feel about the decisions I have made in my life. I wonder if some of my decisions are more about remembering her and what she liked and less about what I like or want. I'm not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SC7xBicl75Y/TfK639w32JI/AAAAAAAAAm4/x66AYO3QVE8/s1600/mom+and+dad+wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SC7xBicl75Y/TfK639w32JI/AAAAAAAAAm4/x66AYO3QVE8/s320/mom+and+dad+wedding.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Mom at 27&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad about not knowing my mother as an adult. I was a selfish teenager when she died. All I could think about was all the casseroles we were going to get. What an idiot. I want to call her and tell her about school, about life, about boys (or mostly the lack thereof), about what life was like for her, about how she met my dad and what she thought when she was my age. I want to see her with her grand kids. I want to see her enjoy retirement with my dad. I want her to come visit me so I can show her around my school and my work.&lt;br /&gt;I know that she is in a better place blah blah blah, but I still wonder how different my life would be if she were still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-8871488974442719271?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8871488974442719271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/80-journal-writing-prompts-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8871488974442719271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8871488974442719271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/06/80-journal-writing-prompts-and.html' title='80 Journal Writing Prompts and something lost'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SC7xBicl75Y/TfK639w32JI/AAAAAAAAAm4/x66AYO3QVE8/s72-c/mom+and+dad+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-448397913278547312</id><published>2011-05-17T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:48:07.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needle Case</title><content type='html'>My teacher has a great needle case and so I decided to make one too. I drew up the design and used some of my left over quilt fabric. The needle case is for the little notions that you need when you don't want to bring a whole sewing kit. Next quarter I am taking a studio production class where I will learn to produce multiples to sell. I kinda love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJzEzuCijks/TdMWykAtCKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/oa63Z4SMGlA/s1600/log+cabin+quilt+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJzEzuCijks/TdMWykAtCKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/oa63Z4SMGlA/s320/log+cabin+quilt+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jXNL1jdYnQo/TdMWwFxUr2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/LdZs9aVdWbI/s1600/log+cabin+quilt+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jXNL1jdYnQo/TdMWwFxUr2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/LdZs9aVdWbI/s320/log+cabin+quilt+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjR8VyUlGIs/TdMWwnh5LdI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bpKTgQWEBp4/s1600/log+cabin+quilt+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RjR8VyUlGIs/TdMWwnh5LdI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bpKTgQWEBp4/s320/log+cabin+quilt+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8QgUrr2sc1s/TdMWxObKoSI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/A5lfPqg0OVQ/s1600/log+cabin+quilt+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8QgUrr2sc1s/TdMWxObKoSI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/A5lfPqg0OVQ/s320/log+cabin+quilt+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3lI2X-dGCs/TdMW0JXoGRI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vhnFmE2vJxs/s1600/log+cabin+quilt+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3lI2X-dGCs/TdMW0JXoGRI/AAAAAAAAAmg/vhnFmE2vJxs/s320/log+cabin+quilt+011.JPG" width="320" /&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/7013426317805167462-448397913278547312?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/448397913278547312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/05/needle-case.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/448397913278547312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/448397913278547312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/05/needle-case.html' title='Needle Case'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SJzEzuCijks/TdMWykAtCKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/oa63Z4SMGlA/s72-c/log+cabin+quilt+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-6257476945886655434</id><published>2011-05-17T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:41:30.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Grace's quilt top</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Alisa just had a baby and so what better excuse to make a baby quilt? I had to make a 9 patch quilt for class and so this is what I came up with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow0rvqJby18/TdMVUXxreXI/AAAAAAAAAmE/KoJlSa1F0w8/s1600/log+cabin+quilt+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow0rvqJby18/TdMVUXxreXI/AAAAAAAAAmE/KoJlSa1F0w8/s320/log+cabin+quilt+028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't it precious? I can't wait to meet her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-6257476945886655434?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/6257476945886655434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-graces-quilt-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6257476945886655434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6257476945886655434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/05/baby-graces-quilt-top.html' title='Baby Grace&apos;s quilt top'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow0rvqJby18/TdMVUXxreXI/AAAAAAAAAmE/KoJlSa1F0w8/s72-c/log+cabin+quilt+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-6486745480322137211</id><published>2011-05-17T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:38:26.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quilt Blog Time!</title><content type='html'>So I have finally found my favorite class. I never understand what people were talking about when they said they got so absorbed in work that they forgot about food. How could you forget about eating? Well I finally understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rc1jcBtmeY8/TdMTvTBsw9I/AAAAAAAAAls/NqLd1pyL-O8/s1600/log+cabin+quilt+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rc1jcBtmeY8/TdMTvTBsw9I/AAAAAAAAAls/NqLd1pyL-O8/s320/log+cabin+quilt+019.JPG" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is my log cabin quilt for my art quilt class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ7b22_NFLw/TdMT8COAwSI/AAAAAAAAAl0/P6Z9tkw0f-M/s1600/log+cabin+quilt+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZ7b22_NFLw/TdMT8COAwSI/AAAAAAAAAl0/P6Z9tkw0f-M/s320/log+cabin+quilt+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Piecing on muslin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lganPGwDmE/TdMT8Ys6QMI/AAAAAAAAAl4/NdUpkq_N6fc/s1600/log+cabin+quilt+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4lganPGwDmE/TdMT8Ys6QMI/AAAAAAAAAl4/NdUpkq_N6fc/s320/log+cabin+quilt+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happily quilting, okay well some sort of shoving the fabric through the sewing machine&amp;nbsp;nonsense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X39dWEu-Jqs/TdMT8y9xH3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/6em9SzYj7rg/s1600/log+cabin+quilt+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X39dWEu-Jqs/TdMT8y9xH3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/6em9SzYj7rg/s320/log+cabin+quilt+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The evil free motion foot, don't trust it for a minute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bE3ZV55Ayb8/TdMT9S-Oi-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/xc5WPMH3ZCI/s1600/log+cabin+quilt+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bE3ZV55Ayb8/TdMT9S-Oi-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/xc5WPMH3ZCI/s320/log+cabin+quilt+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the unit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-6486745480322137211?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/6486745480322137211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/05/quilt-blog-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6486745480322137211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6486745480322137211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/05/quilt-blog-time.html' title='Quilt Blog Time!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rc1jcBtmeY8/TdMTvTBsw9I/AAAAAAAAAls/NqLd1pyL-O8/s72-c/log+cabin+quilt+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-6357410906403212792</id><published>2011-04-22T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T14:14:18.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Trip (Testimony Alert!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Last weekend I had the opportunity to travel to Atlanta and attend the Atlanta Temple open house. It ended up being a nice trip. My roommate Annie, who isn't a member, came with me and I had an interesting time explaining things to her. We rode up with a couple of the young single adults from church and they helped me explain some things. People who have served missions are a lot better at explaining things. &amp;nbsp;We explained that we don't speak about temple ordinances outside of the temple because they are sacred, and then Ray compared it to security clearance. Annie can easily relate to that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;because both her and Ray are in the military&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gESR5mrmdcE/TbHvbeRL1PI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ENfv10v9Ncg/s1600/temple+trip+and+cookies+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gESR5mrmdcE/TbHvbeRL1PI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ENfv10v9Ncg/s320/temple+trip+and+cookies+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There were tons of people there and so we were sort of herded through like animals but the Temple is so beautiful and it made me remember what is really important and what I am doing here on earth. Before we went through we watched an informational video and it sure did give me goosebumps when I heard the&amp;nbsp;brethren&amp;nbsp;of the church bear testimony of the Temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is the only true church on the earth and the power of the Priesthood has been restored to the earth. By the power of this Priesthood we have the opportunity to be sealed to our families for all time and eternity. This is such a wonderful and beautiful promise. In return we must follow the commandments and keep His spirit with us always. What a wonderful thing to know and be a part of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9sSlFqJNvQ/TbHvaw2D24I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Xl3azgTWjJA/s1600/temple+trip+and+cookies+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9sSlFqJNvQ/TbHvaw2D24I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Xl3azgTWjJA/s320/temple+trip+and+cookies+002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After the Temple we went to downtown Atlanta to eat at Gladys Knight Chicken and Waffles. Well we were dumb and didn't think about there being a hour long wait, so instead we went to a nice fire cooked pizza place. They had amazing root beer and we had a good time. It was kinda a long drive for just a couple hours in Atlanta but it was so worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-6357410906403212792?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/6357410906403212792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/04/temple-trip-testimony-alert.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6357410906403212792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6357410906403212792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/04/temple-trip-testimony-alert.html' title='Temple Trip (Testimony Alert!)'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gESR5mrmdcE/TbHvbeRL1PI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ENfv10v9Ncg/s72-c/temple+trip+and+cookies+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-56572868727404314</id><published>2011-04-22T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T13:56:53.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X7HV_Sv4mWA/TbHpmUqFSsI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/H9YNQr0S59g/s1600/temple+trip+and+cookies+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X7HV_Sv4mWA/TbHpmUqFSsI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/H9YNQr0S59g/s640/temple+trip+and+cookies+009.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artist's interpretation of sugar cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I finally made busted out the fun &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fred-ABCG-ABC-Cookie-Cutter/dp/B000FPH3X2"&gt;cookie cutters&lt;/a&gt; my awesome friend Amanda gave me. They are gingerbread men that look like they have bites taken out so that when you take them somewhere no one will eat any and you can take them all home with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdA-uC_NjQM/TbHpm37NpII/AAAAAAAAAlU/vxKdaWz2aUk/s1600/temple+trip+and+cookies+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdA-uC_NjQM/TbHpm37NpII/AAAAAAAAAlU/vxKdaWz2aUk/s200/temple+trip+and+cookies+010.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This poor fellow had half his body chopped off!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9i5cDf849mE/TbHpmKCxeyI/AAAAAAAAAlM/urRjm6uR88k/s1600/temple+trip+and+cookies+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9i5cDf849mE/TbHpmKCxeyI/AAAAAAAAAlM/urRjm6uR88k/s200/temple+trip+and+cookies+008.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzPTPpIXOd4/TbHpliyd1LI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Mfmo5WPmMd4/s1600/temple+trip+and+cookies+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzPTPpIXOd4/TbHpliyd1LI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Mfmo5WPmMd4/s320/temple+trip+and+cookies+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because nothing says Easter like pastel colored dismembered bodies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-56572868727404314?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/56572868727404314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/56572868727404314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/56572868727404314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X7HV_Sv4mWA/TbHpmUqFSsI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/H9YNQr0S59g/s72-c/temple+trip+and+cookies+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5668396840727358569</id><published>2011-04-01T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T07:59:15.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Quarter</title><content type='html'>So a brand new quarter has begun and I am pretty excited about it. I am taking CAD for textile design, which is essentially a photoshop class, an Art Quilt class, and Composition and Literature class. I'm finally not taking a useless foundations course. I feel that all of these classes will be beneficial and I will learn a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In CAD we are learning how to take a design and clean it up and put it into repeat using photoshop. In my Art Quilt class we are learning hand quilting, which is essentially hand stitching a design on a quilt to hold the top to the bottom. &amp;nbsp;I comp/lit we are reading short stories and then learning how to write essays about them. We just read &lt;a href="http://www.flf.ukim.edu.mk/LinkClick.aspx?fileticket=ywsvxY63msU%3D&amp;amp;tabid=206&amp;amp;mid=1469&amp;amp;language=en-US"&gt;"A Rose For Emily"&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by William Faulkner. It is a short story about a town's fixation with a crazy old lady. We are also reading&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.renaspromise.com/"&gt;"Rena's Promise"&lt;/a&gt;. A book about a woman who goes to a concentration camp. It is pretty interesting so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my report card for last quarter and I got straight A's so that feels good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5668396840727358569?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5668396840727358569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/04/brand-new-quarter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5668396840727358569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5668396840727358569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/04/brand-new-quarter.html' title='A Brand New Quarter'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-6899225633133641691</id><published>2011-03-27T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:33:25.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIGHTENINGS AND THUNDERINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So it has been really really nice here in Georgia. I mean like in the 80's nice. &amp;nbsp;Which is nice until you get in your car and it is a kagillion degrees and it is MARCH and all you can think about is how you have another 8 months of it... (wah wah I shouldn't complain) I should say that I would rather it be 60 degrees all the time until I want to go swimming. Anyway, this morning I noticed they were predicting lightening storms. I was aghast. (I don't really know what that means, and really I didn't have a whole lot of time to be aghast because I had 15 minutes to get ready so that I would be able to leave in time to pick up some kid who wasn't even there for church, that is a whole nether blog) Anyway number two: So I get out of church and it is 80 something and I think to myself yeah right it is not going to rain today. Jump to an hour later:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mROwCLCrU1I/TY-5mf2f3pI/AAAAAAAAAj4/YiNvD_ZaR-I/s1600/pin+cushions+and+thunderstorm+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mROwCLCrU1I/TY-5mf2f3pI/AAAAAAAAAj4/YiNvD_ZaR-I/s320/pin+cushions+and+thunderstorm+018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuj8F7UFZQ/TY-5nca9ZJI/AAAAAAAAAkA/xUWiOcd8dPs/s1600/pin+cushions+and+thunderstorm+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-amuj8F7UFZQ/TY-5nca9ZJI/AAAAAAAAAkA/xUWiOcd8dPs/s320/pin+cushions+and+thunderstorm+021.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xNtsB9_Oeg/TY-5n84SxSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/7xh6c9YOusk/s1600/pin+cushions+and+thunderstorm+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xNtsB9_Oeg/TY-5n84SxSI/AAAAAAAAAkE/7xh6c9YOusk/s320/pin+cushions+and+thunderstorm+022.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YCCxmqHwGzs/TY-5oFUPIYI/AAAAAAAAAkI/uwmYCaKa1pI/s1600/pin+cushions+and+thunderstorm+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YCCxmqHwGzs/TY-5oFUPIYI/AAAAAAAAAkI/uwmYCaKa1pI/s320/pin+cushions+and+thunderstorm+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0c6JDtXpBYY/TY-5omnm2dI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Zx165YIkC1I/s1600/pin+cushions+and+thunderstorm+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0c6JDtXpBYY/TY-5omnm2dI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Zx165YIkC1I/s320/pin+cushions+and+thunderstorm+028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It had started to rain so I opened the door so we could get some of the yummy smelling rain air in the house. Then I heard a strange noise, I was talking to my roommate and I said... "that sounds like......HAIL!" and so we ran out and it was like a hurricane had&amp;nbsp;descended. The pictures really don't do it justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a2701a5f0a955a9d" 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://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2701a5f0a955a9d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331215963%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FB07BA74885A9F4CCB46A779D22FACBDDE7CF9A.678E625CA0788DD5C1D2087FE4CC15F8C26103D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2701a5f0a955a9d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6CUoyCpTL16ujbS9tr8Rz0Ya1Lo&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://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2701a5f0a955a9d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331215963%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FB07BA74885A9F4CCB46A779D22FACBDDE7CF9A.678E625CA0788DD5C1D2087FE4CC15F8C26103D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2701a5f0a955a9d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6CUoyCpTL16ujbS9tr8Rz0Ya1Lo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't know if that helps either. It was the craziest noise, like the house was being fired upon and the windows would bust out momentarily. Tancy and I ran around the house like crazy people screaming and throwing the front door open then running to the back and throwing that door open, then running back to the front. My other roommate Annie is actually a meteorologist and we woke her up with our screaming and with the deafening noise the hail and thunder was making. She was not all that happy about hail because now she has to go to work early and deal with planes flying through the weather. She works for the army air field. Anyway it is still raining and it has completely made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-6899225633133641691?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/6899225633133641691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/03/lightenings-and-thunderings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6899225633133641691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6899225633133641691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/03/lightenings-and-thunderings.html' title='LIGHTENINGS AND THUNDERINGS'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mROwCLCrU1I/TY-5mf2f3pI/AAAAAAAAAj4/YiNvD_ZaR-I/s72-c/pin+cushions+and+thunderstorm+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-8232677076452629861</id><published>2011-03-27T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:18:07.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pincushions</title><content type='html'>For my final for my creative thinking strategies class I needed to make a piece that exemplified exactly what "Fibers" meant to me. So if the subject of Fibers was wiped clean from the earth and I had to explain it with this one piece what would I do? Okay so it isn't like this needed to be a PhD Thesis or anything. My professor isn't that picky. So I wrote down all the things that are important to me about fibers. I decided to go with a poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;Stitch In Stitch Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fibers Manifesto by Rebecca Willis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Stitch in Stitch Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Patterns handed down, gathered, garnered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;New expressions, new variations of old ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thread, yarn, fabric, dye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Knitting, crochet, macrame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Handmade goods given as gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;True love and sacrifice of time and ability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Heart-made expressions manifested through cloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A warm quilt wrapped around a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Explosions of flowers on a favorite dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Springtime in the winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A beautiful soft old shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Silent solitude of repetitive motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Reflection, thought, muscle memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Learning that it is okay to start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seam rip the mistakes and make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Begin again and follow the steps correctly this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is okay to make mistakes, they add character&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Self expression of print of craft of self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A thought an idea made tangible and given as a gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A gift for someone to use and to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva', cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I don't claim to be a poet but sometimes that is the best way to describe what you are feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;So for the project I wanted to make something that could be given as a gift, was something handmade, something I designed, and something that is useful. So I decided to make everyone in my class, including the professor, a pincushion. Most of the students in my class are fashion or fibers students so that helped. I told them too that if they didn't have need for a pin cushion that Mother's Day is coming up and they had my permission to re-gift them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;When I was coming up with the idea I wanted to impart some of my personality into them and so they are a bit cynical. Like for instance, who would stick pins in a unicorn? Anyway here is the picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4F97I-y2kk/TY-2q4AhP2I/AAAAAAAAAj0/YWd3786Hse4/s1600/pin+cushions+and+thunderstorm+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4F97I-y2kk/TY-2q4AhP2I/AAAAAAAAAj0/YWd3786Hse4/s320/pin+cushions+and+thunderstorm+016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;L-R back row:&amp;nbsp;Voodoo&amp;nbsp;Doll, cactus, carrot, tree/mushroom, eyeball, pants, cupcake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;middle: Unicorn, cloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; front: frowny man, thumb, porcupine, and a knife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;It was actually a lot of fun to make them. I presented them in little gift bags with sparkly tissue paper. Nobody knew what was going on until I started giving them out. Everyone was pretty surprised. One girl, who I didn't even know, emailed me later to thank me. Needless to say I got an A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-8232677076452629861?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8232677076452629861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/03/pincushions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8232677076452629861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8232677076452629861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/03/pincushions.html' title='Pincushions'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F4F97I-y2kk/TY-2q4AhP2I/AAAAAAAAAj0/YWd3786Hse4/s72-c/pin+cushions+and+thunderstorm+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-3965430686162946183</id><published>2011-03-12T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T04:52:38.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagel and Lox</title><content type='html'>So now that I live on the east coast I have to try all sorts of different foods, for the experience of course. Yesterday I tried Bagel and Lox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-98f_AkqhpwU/TXtr_YhADuI/AAAAAAAAAjw/d4gfztX5txc/s1600/stuff+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-98f_AkqhpwU/TXtr_YhADuI/AAAAAAAAAjw/d4gfztX5txc/s320/stuff+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What it is: A toasted bagel (onion in this case) with cream cheese (it must be a theme today) and some salmon on top. The salmon is cured and cold smoked and so it kinda tastes like the salmon you would get on sashimi. It was good. I don't know if I would order it every day but it was worth the $7 bucks I paid for it for the experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-3965430686162946183?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3965430686162946183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/03/bagel-and-lox.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3965430686162946183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3965430686162946183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/03/bagel-and-lox.html' title='Bagel and Lox'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-98f_AkqhpwU/TXtr_YhADuI/AAAAAAAAAjw/d4gfztX5txc/s72-c/stuff+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-4064406423330173434</id><published>2011-03-12T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T04:47:38.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooey goooey</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I made&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.pauladeen.com/recipes/recipe_view/gorilla_bread/"&gt;Paula Deen's Gorilla Bread&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and it is incredibly rich and amazing. Follow the link for the recipe but it is essentially monkey bread on crack or cream cheese in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-inwASCsIZAc/TXtqFGNrLzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Kg_qmZpetqI/s1600/stuff+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-inwASCsIZAc/TXtqFGNrLzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Kg_qmZpetqI/s320/stuff+005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn't have a bundt pan and so I had to cook it a little longer but it was still good.&lt;br /&gt;It is super easy, basically you buy those tubes of buscuits from the grocery store and wrap cubes of cream cheese in them with cinnamon/sugar. Then you layer them with cinnamon/sugar, pecans, a butter/brown sugar mix that has been melted on the stove and bake for 30 min. Super easy and delish! Way fattening but calories don't count when you are enjoying yourself so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nJ6J_-1yVTg/TXtqH04I2YI/AAAAAAAAAjg/4oNhL6iacWM/s1600/stuff+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nJ6J_-1yVTg/TXtqH04I2YI/AAAAAAAAAjg/4oNhL6iacWM/s320/stuff+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean just look at that gooey cream cheese center and tell me that doesn't look&amp;nbsp;delicious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-33yMRK2a6WU/TXtqGj5AaTI/AAAAAAAAAjY/O9eff1WgTVk/s1600/stuff+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-33yMRK2a6WU/TXtqGj5AaTI/AAAAAAAAAjY/O9eff1WgTVk/s320/stuff+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and one more time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SsEPcrdImcs/TXtqHUgkIdI/AAAAAAAAAjc/xE6gbhWLFx8/s1600/stuff+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SsEPcrdImcs/TXtqHUgkIdI/AAAAAAAAAjc/xE6gbhWLFx8/s320/stuff+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-4064406423330173434?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/4064406423330173434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/03/oooey-goooey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4064406423330173434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4064406423330173434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/03/oooey-goooey.html' title='oooey goooey'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-inwASCsIZAc/TXtqFGNrLzI/AAAAAAAAAjU/Kg_qmZpetqI/s72-c/stuff+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5694485598242343763</id><published>2011-02-22T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:45:31.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mojito Lime Tacos</title><content type='html'>Sorry there is not a final product picture of this recipe because me and my roommate Annie ate them all because they were delicious! Having had Tacos the other night at FHE we decided we needed to make some ourselves because then I could have as many as we wanted without feeling like a cow in front of other people. I initially intended to make tradition tacos but I didn't have ground beef and so chicken it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojito Lime Tacos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Breast&lt;br /&gt;Mojito Lime Marinade Packet&lt;br /&gt;Corn Tortillas&lt;br /&gt;Olive Oil&lt;br /&gt;Lettuce&lt;br /&gt;Salsa&lt;br /&gt;2&amp;nbsp;Avocados&lt;br /&gt;Guacamole Seasoning Packet&lt;br /&gt;Monterey&amp;nbsp;Jack Cheese, Shredded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Defrost chicken and and cut into small strips. Cook with some olive oil in a little sauce pan and add a little bit of water. Sprinkle with a bit of the Mojito Lime Marinade packet to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VmJ1xge3IbY/TWQCWWlMWEI/AAAAAAAAAi0/u-DiRcBwIzU/s1600/grill_mates_mojito_lime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VmJ1xge3IbY/TWQCWWlMWEI/AAAAAAAAAi0/u-DiRcBwIzU/s1600/grill_mates_mojito_lime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Saute until cooked through. I usually leave the lid on to retain moisture and so it cooks in the liquid and it really moist when it is done.&lt;br /&gt;2. Heat some olive oil in a frying pan and fry each corn tortilla on each side until starting to brown and bubble. Fold over and continue to fry a bit. Then drain on a paper towel.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mix&amp;nbsp;Avocado&amp;nbsp;goodness with Guac mix. Mash with a fork. You can&amp;nbsp;refrigerate&amp;nbsp;it for a bit but I'm not that patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ae8HiegTJ0/TWQEF5GC_GI/AAAAAAAAAi4/EBQKugAbvmU/s1600/McCormicks+Quacamole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ae8HiegTJ0/TWQEF5GC_GI/AAAAAAAAAi4/EBQKugAbvmU/s1600/McCormicks+Quacamole.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shred lettuce, chop tomatoes or use Salsa whatev, Shred cheese.&lt;br /&gt;5. Assemble tacos and chomp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Deliciouso!&lt;br /&gt;(I should get paid for endorsing McCormick)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5694485598242343763?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5694485598242343763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/02/mojito-lime-tacos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5694485598242343763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5694485598242343763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/02/mojito-lime-tacos.html' title='Mojito Lime Tacos'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VmJ1xge3IbY/TWQCWWlMWEI/AAAAAAAAAi0/u-DiRcBwIzU/s72-c/grill_mates_mojito_lime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-3228369858539972239</id><published>2011-02-16T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:30:09.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sara,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agksTQmYshU/TVwxkGZc-DI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yVoXNfYIdYE/s1600/img002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agksTQmYshU/TVwxkGZc-DI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yVoXNfYIdYE/s320/img002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. We were so cool. I have this glorified image in my head of you and me pulling out of your parents driveway, driving down the freeway in the crown vicky, tank tops, singing Cranberries at the top of our lungs. I love that I was functioning as the rear view mirror. I wish we had a video or photos of that experience. It is one of my favorite. We didn't need or want our parents to move us and we figured out the hard way that Provo and Rexburg didn't suit us but we did it on our own terms. &amp;nbsp;It may have taken us a while to get here but we are better students because of it. We are doing what WE want to do, not what is expected of us. Now the trick is taking that life experience and instead of it making us tired, using it to make our new experiences that much richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz5Hlf-VwxA/TVwzOzWcgxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/kyQ72R4ZMl4/s1600/Sara+at+girls+camp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz5Hlf-VwxA/TVwzOzWcgxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/kyQ72R4ZMl4/s320/Sara+at+girls+camp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-3228369858539972239?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3228369858539972239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-sara.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3228369858539972239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3228369858539972239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/02/dear-sara.html' title='Dear Sara,'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agksTQmYshU/TVwxkGZc-DI/AAAAAAAAAiU/yVoXNfYIdYE/s72-c/img002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-91430629930100101</id><published>2011-02-10T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:54:15.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky the traveler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/c8YDhcuNqNg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c8YDhcuNqNg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c8YDhcuNqNg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm working on a project right now that involves lots of applique and that takes a lot of busy work. So I am watching this show on netflix called Dhani Tackles The Globe. It is about an American football player who travels the world learning the different sports of each country. It is a pretty interesting show and it doesn't hurt that Dhani is really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it made me think about some of my traveling experiences. I am an avid armchair traveler and I love to travel but I'm not very good at it yet. When I was in the Philipeans I got really sick and when I was in the airport I sat on the ground and scooted myself along the line because I was about to explode out either end. When I was in Nelson B.C. I stayed in the motel by myself watching TV instead of going out because it was cold. One time when I was in Mexico I was sitting in the back of the bus, the tour guide was making a speech about how we all needed to come back to Mexico because they have open arms. I had had a long day and I said very loudly, "Yeah more like open pockets!" That is class right there. I was in Atlanta once, my first time in the south, and on the first night I scratched my eye somehow and spent practically the whole time in bed with a patch on my eye.&amp;nbsp;This summer when Robin and I got to the Carlsbad Caverns five minutes late and couldn't go through I literally threw my purse on the ground and started complaining very loudly. The gift shop attendant sort of slinked off all scared like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something gets into me. I get tired and hungry and cranky. My routine is messed up, my sleep is messed up and I get all wacky. One of my life goals is to be a good traveler. That means being able to sleep anywhere in any kind of conditions, go with the flow and enjoy each turn of events, and being able to get out and risk my comfort for the sake of adventure, meeting new people, and learning about different cultures. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-91430629930100101?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/91430629930100101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/02/becky-traveler.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/91430629930100101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/91430629930100101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/02/becky-traveler.html' title='Becky the traveler'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-8646838749520349663</id><published>2011-02-06T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:26:38.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dyed and went to Heaven</title><content type='html'>On Saturday I got to spend most of the day in the Dye Lab. This is a special lab in our Fibers building set aside just for dyeing fabric. It is pretty amazing. We pay a lab fee and we can come in and use the equipment and dye. I am going to explain one of the dye processes for you and it will be like you were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NK3jvbEI/AAAAAAAAAhc/z8bDQkqpXPY/s1600/Dyeing+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NK3jvbEI/AAAAAAAAAhc/z8bDQkqpXPY/s320/Dyeing+001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The dye powder is bought in bulk and so we mix the correct amounts to make the colors we want in this magic box. This makes it so that the powder doesn't become airborne and kill us. Okay it probably won't kill us but it isn't very good if you get it into your lungs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NMNV6EKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ytibV-G_AEQ/s1600/Dyeing+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NMNV6EKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ytibV-G_AEQ/s320/Dyeing+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NM57NOwI/AAAAAAAAAho/Y7lRreDzhI8/s1600/Dyeing+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NM57NOwI/AAAAAAAAAho/Y7lRreDzhI8/s320/Dyeing+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You add the dye powder to the jar and then add a bit of water to dissolve it. Then you shake it up real good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NMk_6i7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/vFLp_mB00-g/s1600/Dyeing+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NMk_6i7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/vFLp_mB00-g/s320/Dyeing+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my work table. There are lots of different types of supplies available for dying, rags, measuring cups, newspapers, spoons, clamps, etc stored under the tables. I am going to mix my dye with water and salt in this big plastic container.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NNesSphI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KHSslmXOkdo/s1600/Dyeing+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NNesSphI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KHSslmXOkdo/s320/Dyeing+005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Steps for dying cotton:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Scour the fabric with synthrapol (special soap) and water for a few minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Dissolve powdered dye with a bit of water and mix well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Dissolve salt in water you will be using for dyeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Add dye and mix in well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. Add pre-soaked and scoured fabric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6. Stir around in Dye for 15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;7. Take Fabric out and place in another bucket. Add Soda Ash (activates the dye) and mix in well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NPJUx-zI/AAAAAAAAAh8/npsjOgA4f-w/s1600/Dyeing+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NPJUx-zI/AAAAAAAAAh8/npsjOgA4f-w/s320/Dyeing+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8. Add fabric back to dye bath and let sit for a long time. Keep stirring it occasionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NN1xFSGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WTKapCc80dQ/s1600/Dyeing+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NN1xFSGI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WTKapCc80dQ/s320/Dyeing+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was dyeing a skirt that I had tied in rubber bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NOGHxkBI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TlbdVveNdq8/s1600/Dyeing+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NOGHxkBI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TlbdVveNdq8/s320/Dyeing+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NOj_G2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/bvBbjtALHRw/s1600/Dyeing+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NOj_G2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/bvBbjtALHRw/s320/Dyeing+008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9.You let it sit for a long time then rinse it out and pull off the rubber bands then rinse it some more until the water runs clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think I added enough powdered dye to the mix because it didn't really turn out. I learned that it is VERY IMPORTANT to learn and pay attention to ratios. Dang math, it is important!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I also did a project where I soaked fabric in soda ash water and then hand painted dye on it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NPoO4n9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/HtHTpNGiZkM/s1600/Dyeing+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NPoO4n9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/HtHTpNGiZkM/s320/Dyeing+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NQbsKoGI/AAAAAAAAAiE/LmlLLL2fWvw/s1600/Dyeing+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NQbsKoGI/AAAAAAAAAiE/LmlLLL2fWvw/s320/Dyeing+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NQ_qSscI/AAAAAAAAAiI/nI43QNeSb_g/s1600/Dyeing+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NQ_qSscI/AAAAAAAAAiI/nI43QNeSb_g/s320/Dyeing+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NRsIaROI/AAAAAAAAAiM/CcODNiiogJU/s1600/Dyeing+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NRsIaROI/AAAAAAAAAiM/CcODNiiogJU/s320/Dyeing+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.This was inspired by some imagery I collected during one of my road trips. Way way fun. This is why I am studying fibers because I get to do this kind of stuff for homework. Cool, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-8646838749520349663?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8646838749520349663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dyed-and-went-to-heaven.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8646838749520349663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8646838749520349663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dyed-and-went-to-heaven.html' title='I Dyed and went to Heaven'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TU8NK3jvbEI/AAAAAAAAAhc/z8bDQkqpXPY/s72-c/Dyeing+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-4805997257165265245</id><published>2011-02-04T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:49:50.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you to pay attention Georgia Drivers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUxxr2lEDSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Ge3bGwWRZP8/s1600/roadrage-712404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUxxr2lEDSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Ge3bGwWRZP8/s320/roadrage-712404.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think there are a few things that we need to review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are these signs on the side of the road with a big black number on them. That is the speed you should be going. Look at your&amp;nbsp;speedometer&amp;nbsp;if it doesn't match that number and it could safely, then by all means match it. Oh heck exceed it a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;When you are planning to turn your car onto a different road, by all means please warn the rest of us by switching on your blinker. In most cars it is a lever that extends out of your steering column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When it is dark, rainy, foggy, or any other poor&amp;nbsp;visibility&amp;nbsp;conditions it is customary for you to turn your lights on so that other people can see you. This enables them to merge into lanes of traffic without cutting you off and swearing loudly because they didn't see you barreling down the road all crazy like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cross walks are these special lanes marked at the intersection of roads that are provided for people to safely cross the street. If you cross the street willy nilly wherever you please, without looking, you deserve to get hit. Oh and it is okay to walk the 10 feet it takes to get to the cross walk and wait for the signal to cross. I mean after all what is your hurry? You've been standing in the park all day like a creeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The name Freeway does not mean that you are free to go 100 miles per hour. Please refer to number one for information on finding an appropriate speed levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-4805997257165265245?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/4805997257165265245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-need-you-to-pay-attention-georgia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4805997257165265245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4805997257165265245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-need-you-to-pay-attention-georgia.html' title='I need you to pay attention Georgia Drivers!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUxxr2lEDSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Ge3bGwWRZP8/s72-c/roadrage-712404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-6261766615055661464</id><published>2011-02-03T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:40:02.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thriftsters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This morning I woke up at 6:30 a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep because I kept thinking about a business plan I have been formulating. If I had the means I would open a business here in Savannah where students and artists could donate their leftover art/craft/building supplies and purchase likewise. So many of our classes make us buy stuff that eventually has leftovers that we are never going to use. There are also a lot of students who fly home over the summer and can't store all their extra supplies. It would be so nice if there was a place you could go to find stuff for a project where you wouldn't have to buy a whole pack. People could also donate projects they didn't want anymore and people could re-purpose them. Everything would be organized in bins and on shelves for easy perusal. The walls would be painted by students in groovy designs. In the shop their would also be a small gallery of student work and all the proceeds would go to the students, minus a small gallery fee. I could also employ students who can prove to me that their parents aren't paying for college :).There would also be a section of clothes and a hot chocolate shop where I would sell baked goods like scones. Mmmm scones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUs6tmgj08I/AAAAAAAAAhA/cVw0lFVEWhI/s1600/contacts+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUs6tmgj08I/AAAAAAAAAhA/cVw0lFVEWhI/s320/contacts+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The existing thrift stores in Savannah are&amp;nbsp;abysmal&amp;nbsp;affairs. Way poor selection, way over priced, and incredibly rude employees. Not even worth it. Today at the Good Will I found what I wanted but the employee was so rude to me that I put it down and walked out and went to Target. It is quite tragically bad. One of my favorite memories is the hours I used to spend sorting through racks at Thriftrack in Richland Washington, the best thrift store then and since. Somehow it died a miserable death and is now tragically something else. I think it's demise began when they started to make a "retro" section and over pricing it. Sad. I got some good things at that store. You would think with a city as old as Savannah there would be some great thrift stores. Alas there is nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What do you think of my business proposition?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-6261766615055661464?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/6261766615055661464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/02/thriftsters.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6261766615055661464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6261766615055661464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/02/thriftsters.html' title='Thriftsters'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUs6tmgj08I/AAAAAAAAAhA/cVw0lFVEWhI/s72-c/contacts+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5651300881039031824</id><published>2011-01-30T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T13:56:40.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the day</title><content type='html'>There is no sudden joy like the taking off of one's bra. Not for another's perusal but for the simple fact that your day is over and you no longer need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5651300881039031824?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5651300881039031824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-of-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5651300881039031824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5651300881039031824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-of-day.html' title='The end of the day'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-8678287019545680882</id><published>2011-01-29T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T07:22:24.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUQwGdp-yWI/AAAAAAAAAg0/F8QuZE4-ZrQ/s1600/the-scream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUQwGdp-yWI/AAAAAAAAAg0/F8QuZE4-ZrQ/s320/the-scream.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" I was walking with two friends and the sun set and the heavens suddenly turned to blood and my friends continued walking. I stopped by the fence, deathly tired. Over the cold blue fjord and city was a flaming reddish yellow, and I felt a huge scream course through nature."&lt;/div&gt;-Edvard Munch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-8678287019545680882?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8678287019545680882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/scream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8678287019545680882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8678287019545680882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/scream.html' title='The Scream'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUQwGdp-yWI/AAAAAAAAAg0/F8QuZE4-ZrQ/s72-c/the-scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-8562353102283910084</id><published>2011-01-27T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:50:03.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Just a Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUHgB3_du0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/oGthFhDdwwk/s1600/portrait-of-adele-bloch-bauer-i-1907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUHgB3_du0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/oGthFhDdwwk/s320/portrait-of-adele-bloch-bauer-i-1907.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just a painting of a lady with a bunch of random shapes around her, right? Not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This painting is a portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer, the wife of Austrian sugar baron Ferdinand Bloch-Bauer. Ferdinand commissioned the painting from Gustav Klimt, but purportedly&amp;nbsp;Klimt and Mrs. Bloch-Bauer had an affair. She is the only woman he painted twice and it took him multiple years and hundreds of sittings to finish this painting. Adele died in 1925 and her husband fled from the Nazi's when they annexed Austria in 1938. He left behind palatial estates including his art collection that were quickly stolen by the Nazis. Reinhard Heydrich, one of the key planners of the holocaust, took up one of his estates and even gifted some of the art collection to Adolf Hitler. The painting of Adele eventually ended up in the Austrian Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Ferdinand died he willed the painting to his niece, Maria Altmann. &amp;nbsp;There was much controversy over who the painting should belong to. The Austrian state claimed that Adele herself wanted the painting to stay in Austria. Eventually the Bloch-Bauer records were released, where it never stated either of them wanted the paintings to belong to the Austrian state. It was even found that the "donation" records for the painting were signed "Heil Hitler."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painting and four of it's brothers were finally given to the Altmanns, who had relocated to California. No sooner were the paintings in their&amp;nbsp;possession&amp;nbsp;than they decided to sell them. Not only sell them but sell them for more than any painting at the time had ever been sold for. One gallery offered 100 million for four of them. They turned this down. They were contacted by&amp;nbsp;Billionaire&amp;nbsp;Ronald Lauder (Estee Lauder's grandson) who had had his eye on the painting for quite some time. Lauder is the owner of the Neue Galerie in New York city. The Neue Galerie specializes in Jewish art that is recovered from Nazi's. Lauder finally got the painting for a cool $135 million dollars. The most that had been paid for a painting up to that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful thing about art is not always only what is being portrayed but the stories that go along with each piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/magazines/fortune/fortune_archive/2006/10/02/8387512/index.htm"&gt;Tyler Green 'This is our Mona Lisa' cnnmoney.com Sept. 28, 2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-8562353102283910084?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8562353102283910084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-than-just-painting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8562353102283910084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/8562353102283910084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-than-just-painting.html' title='More Than Just a Painting'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUHgB3_du0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/oGthFhDdwwk/s72-c/portrait-of-adele-bloch-bauer-i-1907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5090079287910965771</id><published>2011-01-27T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:11:25.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carne Asada: Vegetarians Look Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lately I have really been craving some good Mexican food.&amp;nbsp;Surprisingly&amp;nbsp;enough it is hard to find good Mexican food in Savannah. I used to have a friend at community college named Roberto who would always talk about Carne Asada as if it was the most amazing thing to ever be created. I had never had it and have always wanted to try it. I finally decided to give it a try and here is a link to the recipe I found:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Taqueria-Style-Tacos---Carne-Asada/Detail.aspx"&gt;Taqueria Style Tacos- Carne Asada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUGjJimpTxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ImP0TZEGGqE/s1600/Food+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUGjJimpTxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ImP0TZEGGqE/s320/Food+032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It reminded me of some amazing tacos I used to get when I worked cutting hair at Weldon Barber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well I set to marinating the Flank Steak last night. It is marinated in this amazing concoction of soy sauce, olive oil, vinegar, lime juice, garlic, and spices. Today I made the onion relish and skipped the salsa because honestly I'm not interested and couldn't find chili pods at my grocery store. I also whipped up a batch of Spanish Rice using Rotel tomatoes because I've heard they are the best and I wanted to see if this claim was true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been told a number of times that I have low iron levels. Hopefully this helps:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUGjCCybgpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/yRJ4Z5yNt2k/s1600/Food+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUGjCCybgpI/AAAAAAAAAgY/yRJ4Z5yNt2k/s320/Food+033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After marinating the flank steak you cut it into small slices and fry it in oil. All the yummy juices start to flow and simmer out of the beef. It smells so good. I hope you can imagine the smell when you look at this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUGjOmo9ISI/AAAAAAAAAgg/6LR0FTQGVDY/s1600/Food+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUGjOmo9ISI/AAAAAAAAAgg/6LR0FTQGVDY/s320/Food+035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mmmmmm meat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After it was cooked through I cut it into small pieces so it would be easy to eat in tacos. This will get topped with the onion/cilantro relish and Fresco Mexican cheese after being piled into warmed corn tortillas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUHfBtkPwcI/AAAAAAAAAgo/LIuA2a6JUaQ/s1600/carne+asada+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUHfBtkPwcI/AAAAAAAAAgo/LIuA2a6JUaQ/s320/carne+asada+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUHfCOPdgcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ro2fl6ZOkT4/s1600/carne+asada+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUHfCOPdgcI/AAAAAAAAAgs/ro2fl6ZOkT4/s320/carne+asada+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deliciouso!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On a side note: When I was in High School I thought it would be edgy and different to write "I eat meat" on the back part of my backpack. Ohh I know a real subversive statement! Anyway somehow it actually looked like I wrote Teat Meat. Which is something different entirely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5090079287910965771?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5090079287910965771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/carne-asada-vegetarians-look-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5090079287910965771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5090079287910965771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/carne-asada-vegetarians-look-away.html' title='Carne Asada: Vegetarians Look Away!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TUGjJimpTxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ImP0TZEGGqE/s72-c/Food+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-1703307745136177339</id><published>2011-01-25T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:12:14.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and Life by Gustav Klimt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TT8Rc_lSwLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6db8AdTgXrc/s1600/klimt_death_life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TT8Rc_lSwLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6db8AdTgXrc/s320/klimt_death_life.jpg" width="320" /&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/7013426317805167462-1703307745136177339?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1703307745136177339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/death-and-life-by-gustav-klimt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1703307745136177339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1703307745136177339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/death-and-life-by-gustav-klimt.html' title='Death and Life by Gustav Klimt'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TT8Rc_lSwLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/6db8AdTgXrc/s72-c/klimt_death_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-3047834763937438866</id><published>2011-01-08T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:30:12.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinkertoys</title><content type='html'>"We do not choose to be born. We do not choose our parents. We do not choose our historical epoch, or the country of our birth, or the immediate&amp;nbsp;circumstances&amp;nbsp;of our upbringing. We do not, most of us, choose to die; nor do we choose the time or conditions of our death. But within this realm of joy or with joylessness, with hope or with despair, with humor or with sadness, with a positive outlook or a negative outlook, with pride or with shame, with inspiration or with defeat, and with honor or with dishonor. We decide what makes us significant or insignificant. We decide to be creative or to be indifferent. No matter how indifferent the universe may be to our choices and decisions, these choices and decisions are ours to make. We decide. We choose. In the end, our own creativity is decided by what we choose to do or what we refuse to do. And as we decide and choose, so are our destinies formed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Michael Michalko,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;Preface to the New Edition"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;Thinkertoys&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-3047834763937438866?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3047834763937438866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/thinkertoys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3047834763937438866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3047834763937438866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/thinkertoys.html' title='Thinkertoys'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5442727215271432680</id><published>2011-01-07T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:44:57.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty as I see it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSd6KPdC_YI/AAAAAAAAAf8/lGPY_9gACz4/s1600/July+2008+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSd6KPdC_YI/AAAAAAAAAf8/lGPY_9gACz4/s320/July+2008+045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Blackadder ITC', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Blackadder ITC', fantasy; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Beauty is a hard thing to describe because everybody has a different interpretation. The dictionary describes it as the quality of a person or object that brings deep pleasure to the viewer. Because we all have different taste, views, opinions, and come from different backgrounds this is different for everybody. For some people beauty is very important. They want to be beautiful and they want to surround themselves with beautiful things. Sometimes at great cost to the point that it is detrimental. We have all seen the people with way too much plastic surgery. They end up looking scary and fake, just because they wanted to look more youthful or “better.”  There is also the continual battle between inner and outer beauty. I think we have all met people who were beautiful on the outside but ugly on the inside and visa versa. I believe when we learn to see people for who they really are that is when we can see the true beauty within and without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSd6eVwYG5I/AAAAAAAAAgA/b0_R8CgUA40/s1600/robin+and+abbi+525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSd6eVwYG5I/AAAAAAAAAgA/b0_R8CgUA40/s320/robin+and+abbi+525.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Blackadder ITC', fantasy; font-size: x-large;"&gt;A lot of people get so overwhelmed with all of the bad that is happening in this world that they forget to see the beauty that surrounds us every day. If you take time to look around and appreciate the little miracles around you, you can really see the beautiful world we live in. The way the light hits the leaves and flickers in the sun, the old lady watering her roses in bright red shoes, the old man wheeling down the street in his motorized wheelchair with the pinwheel fluttering in the wind, sunsets streaking pink across the sky, brand new babies learning how to smile for the first time, laughing so hard you cry. Our lives are full of wonderful happenings. These are the things that we can draw inspiration from and where I believe true beauty lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSd6yhmsM_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/6E-KVweLuj0/s1600/Gold+and+Green+Ball+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSd6yhmsM_I/AAAAAAAAAgE/6E-KVweLuj0/s320/Gold+and+Green+Ball+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5442727215271432680?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5442727215271432680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/beauty-as-i-see-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5442727215271432680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5442727215271432680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/beauty-as-i-see-it.html' title='Beauty as I see it'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSd6KPdC_YI/AAAAAAAAAf8/lGPY_9gACz4/s72-c/July+2008+045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5416933671408936751</id><published>2011-01-03T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T11:52:31.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Candler Hospital and Oak</title><content type='html'>It being the new year I have become more motivated to get out and get some more&amp;nbsp;exercise&amp;nbsp;so today I decided to go for a walk. I joined this website called&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.walkjogrun.net/"&gt;Walk Jog Run&lt;/a&gt;, where you can plot routes and it will show you how many miles they are. You can save them on the website and look at other peoples routes as well. Anyway this morning I wanted to walk all the way to Forsyth Park and back which I have always thought would be prohibitive until now. It is about 4 miles, which was actually so doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way there I discovered the most wonderful thing. I was looking at some of the architecture, which is impossible not to do in Savannah, and discovered this old building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSIiiYTIfVI/AAAAAAAAAfs/u0YbUelsQYU/s1600/Candler+Hospital.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSIiiYTIfVI/AAAAAAAAAfs/u0YbUelsQYU/s320/Candler+Hospital.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was a &lt;a href="http://www.hmdb.org/marker.asp?marker=5781"&gt;historical marker&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;outside and so I wandered over to read it. This was Savannah's first hospital. And believed to be the second oldest hospitals in&amp;nbsp;continuous&amp;nbsp;use in the United States. It was founded as a Seaman's hospital in 1803. I believed at one point it was moved to this spot from another location. Later it became a poor house and hospital and was seized by Sherman during the Civil War to take care of confederate soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;The truly amazing thing is the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.savannahtree.com/programs/candler-oak-conservation-easements/"&gt;giant live oak tree&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on the side of the building. It is over 300 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSIk7rt0ukI/AAAAAAAAAfw/N5v4XGO8o2Y/s1600/Candler_Oak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSIk7rt0ukI/AAAAAAAAAfw/N5v4XGO8o2Y/s320/Candler_Oak.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they cared for captured wounded Union soldiers around it's base. It is so amazing to be so near such history! Around the front of the hospital there is a grand staircase that I climbed up to peek in the window.&amp;nbsp;The whole place is in shambles and it is attached to an incredibly ugly brick building. It sure would be interesting to see what it looked like in the 1800's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSInIzPiHQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/CBwDkmgFh70/s1600/candler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSInIzPiHQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/CBwDkmgFh70/s1600/candler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose something like the above picture taken in the 60'a of the front. Now the whole right hand section of the building is apart of another building and there is only access to the porch from the left hand side of that staircase. Here is a spooky picture of it at night. It looks haunted and probably is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSIomxHPY7I/AAAAAAAAAf4/HU0PfIzNh_w/s1600/the-candler-hospital.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSIomxHPY7I/AAAAAAAAAf4/HU0PfIzNh_w/s320/the-candler-hospital.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is funny that I never noticed the tree or the building until today. I have driven past it probably a hundred times. Sometimes you will never actually see your city until you see it on foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5416933671408936751?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5416933671408936751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/candler-hospital-and-oak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5416933671408936751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5416933671408936751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/candler-hospital-and-oak.html' title='The Candler Hospital and Oak'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TSIiiYTIfVI/AAAAAAAAAfs/u0YbUelsQYU/s72-c/Candler+Hospital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-5814485680435026868</id><published>2011-01-01T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T07:30:22.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learned about myself this year</title><content type='html'>Here is a list of a few things I learned about myself and others this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is creepy when people train their cat to go to the bathroom on the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can drive across the country with my sister and we won't kill each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather not have a boyfriend than have a boyfriend who wears a blazer,&amp;nbsp;khaki's&amp;nbsp;and a part in his hair and then throws up all over himself because he is drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to go on facebook every day ( a recent discovery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 year olds think they are a lot more mature and smart about the world than they actually are, I guess that goes for most people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to just do the dishes&amp;nbsp;whether&amp;nbsp;it is your "turn" or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit addicted to netflix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are going to bark and get hair all over everything and you might as well come to terms with it and just let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing I have learned in college so far is that you just have to be prepared to start projects all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poverty and illness are two easy ways to lose weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when &amp;nbsp;you think you will be ok financially things will come crashing down around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become a happier more&amp;nbsp;optimistic&amp;nbsp;person than I once was and I feel sorry for people who aren't, and yes I would much rather be happy and optimistic than "realistic" which is what I used to say and is a recipe for feeling depressed and sorry for yourself all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-5814485680435026868?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5814485680435026868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-i-learned-about-myself-this-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5814485680435026868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/5814485680435026868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-i-learned-about-myself-this-year.html' title='Things I learned about myself this year'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-1533088051343229222</id><published>2010-12-23T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:16:58.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruschetta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TROQDqT2wRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/afYclqV6GWM/s1600/IMG_1459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TROQDqT2wRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/afYclqV6GWM/s320/IMG_1459.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other day at work I was waitressing a Christmas party we had in the basement. When the people all leave, if there is leftover food we get to have it. Usually everybody swarms in and snarfs it all down. Anyway there was some bruschetta and I tried it for the first time. We serve it for an&amp;nbsp;appetizer&amp;nbsp;on the main menu but I had never gotten a chance to try it. I was starving and so I tried some. It is amazing. I am not usually a tomatoes by them selves person but the combo of the balsamic vinegar and garlic with basil is amazing. I have been wanting to make some and the stars aligned so that I would have most of the ingredients. &amp;nbsp;Some random guy dropped a bunch of day old bread from a bakery off at the church and so I&amp;nbsp;acquired&amp;nbsp;a baguette. I purchased some tomatoes and garlic and scrounged up most of the other ingredients at home. This is a super easy recipe and I'm sure probably really good for you. There are a number online such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/double-tomato-bruschetta/Detail.aspx#"&gt;http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/double-tomato-bruschetta/Detail.aspx#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the one I based mine off of. I didn't have any&amp;nbsp;sun dried&amp;nbsp;tomatoes but it didn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much you mix minced garlic, tomato, basil, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, salt and pepper together let it chill for 10 min. and scoop onto toasted baguette slices. At work they toast the baguette slices with a sprinkling of cheese on them. Then top the whole thing off with a sprinkling of shredded&amp;nbsp;Parmesan&amp;nbsp;cheese. I can only imagine how good this would be with fresh tomatoes from the garden!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-1533088051343229222?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1533088051343229222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/12/bruschetta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1533088051343229222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1533088051343229222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/12/bruschetta.html' title='Bruschetta'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TROQDqT2wRI/AAAAAAAAAfU/afYclqV6GWM/s72-c/IMG_1459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-1244801571729131946</id><published>2010-12-10T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:27:55.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally figured it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TQJ-9d6WctI/AAAAAAAAAe0/IIXmoeDmqqQ/s1600/huge+peony+print.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TQJ-9d6WctI/AAAAAAAAAe0/IIXmoeDmqqQ/s320/huge+peony+print.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-1244801571729131946?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1244801571729131946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally-figured-it-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1244801571729131946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1244801571729131946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally-figured-it-out.html' title='Finally figured it out!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TQJ-9d6WctI/AAAAAAAAAe0/IIXmoeDmqqQ/s72-c/huge+peony+print.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-7268116727695271399</id><published>2010-12-10T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:23:19.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peony Repeat</title><content type='html'>I decided I needed to create a portfolio of work separate from the work I've been doing in school. Often they make you do very specific projects that don't really fit into a body of work, you would want to show, that represents you as an artist. I started a drawing for a repeat print a while ago and it has been staring at me ever since. I've wanted to finish it but for some reason couldn't find the inspiration for it. Unfortunately I have wasted a lot of time putting it off and wasting time doing nonsense. I realized yesterday that my break is already half over and I've accomplished not a lot. So today I finally finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly trying to learn a program called &lt;a href="http://www.gimp.org/"&gt;Gimp&lt;/a&gt;. It is a program that is a lot like photoshop, but you can download it for free off the Internet. I totally recommend it if you want something you can use to manipulate pictures. So I drew a repeat pattern, scanned it and than created a repeat using gimp. I am still quite the novice but it gives me a good idea what a repeat will look like on a grand scale. I'm still struggling to find a good project size and scale to work with, not knowing what applications I actually want to work in. Anyway it feels really good to finish something that has been sitting on my desk for three weeks making me feeling guilty for not wanting to draw every waking moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the drawing I made,&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to figure out how to get&amp;nbsp;the repeat&amp;nbsp;in a format I can post. Stay tuned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TQJ8V1VrG-I/AAAAAAAAAew/8iqCD33Y5yE/s1600/Peonyprint+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TQJ8V1VrG-I/AAAAAAAAAew/8iqCD33Y5yE/s320/Peonyprint+3.jpg" width="247" /&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/7013426317805167462-7268116727695271399?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/7268116727695271399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/12/peony-repeat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/7268116727695271399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/7268116727695271399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/12/peony-repeat.html' title='Peony Repeat'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TQJ8V1VrG-I/AAAAAAAAAew/8iqCD33Y5yE/s72-c/Peonyprint+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-4155739033798361889</id><published>2010-12-04T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:07:40.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what this is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TPrTH8zqTkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZAZLnEEECok/s1600/Party+in+my+pants.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TPrTH8zqTkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZAZLnEEECok/s320/Party+in+my+pants.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you guessed an alternative to disposable pads you guessed right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are from a company called &lt;a href="http://partypantspads.com/"&gt;Party In My Pants&lt;/a&gt;﻿. Yep that's right, party in my pants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have yet to ever consider menstruating a party, but hey with fabric this pretty who knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Babies use cloth diapers so why don't we use cloth pads?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I remember my mom tellingme about when they would use something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TPrU-mJmjOI/AAAAAAAAAes/5OVNqeHVE2o/s1600/sanitary-belt-150x150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TPrU-mJmjOI/AAAAAAAAAes/5OVNqeHVE2o/s1600/sanitary-belt-150x150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bleck!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry I'm sure you could've gone your whole life without seeing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll take the up to date version any day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway I discovered Party in my Pants at a store called &lt;a href="http://www.brighterdayfoods.com/"&gt;Brighter Day&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a neat little natural foods store in Savannah. I being poor, don't shop there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but sometimes I go in and imagine myself being a quinoa eating, acai drinking, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7th Generation using sort of person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm now if I had $13 to spend on a pad....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-4155739033798361889?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/4155739033798361889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/12/really.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4155739033798361889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4155739033798361889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/12/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TPrTH8zqTkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ZAZLnEEECok/s72-c/Party+in+my+pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-3701369289808390994</id><published>2010-12-02T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:44:52.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Pray Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TPgfXK_FvlI/AAAAAAAAAek/vZHBNK1sB4Y/s1600/eatpraylove-lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TPgfXK_FvlI/AAAAAAAAAek/vZHBNK1sB4Y/s320/eatpraylove-lg.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is another prime example of the book being way better than the movie. I had wanted to read this book for a while and then the movie came out. I wanted to see that too, but due to finances I couldn't rationalize a trip to the theatre. I randomly found the book on the shelf and set out to read it. I knew reading it before watching the movie would probably ruin the movie, but I couldn't resist. I needed something to read. It is a pretty good book about Elizabeth Gilbert's road to understanding life and God. I disagree with some of her conclusions but her journey and discoveries are certainly enviable. It would be nice to pack all your belongings into storage and take off for a year. She is lucky that it is so easy for her to make new friends wherever she goes. I have always dreamt of traveling abroad and that is why I was initially drawn to this book. Self discovery is always important as well. The book has much stronger religious overtones than the movie and at points it got to be a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was sort of a disappointment, but they usually do feel lacking when you know that there is so much more to the story. It did make me want to travel more and open myself up to more opportunities. Sometimes I feel so trapped, I wish I had the resources to see and do more.&lt;br /&gt;What did you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-3701369289808390994?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3701369289808390994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/12/eat-pray-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3701369289808390994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/3701369289808390994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/12/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat Pray Love'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TPgfXK_FvlI/AAAAAAAAAek/vZHBNK1sB4Y/s72-c/eatpraylove-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-962370764317155515</id><published>2010-11-28T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T17:26:11.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burlesque</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1PiPYAz7f0Q?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I needed a break from the monotony of nothing to do so I went to see Burlesque. It was about 12 in the afternoon and so it was me and a couple lesbians in the audience but I didn't care. I was a bit afraid to see this movie due to it's risque nature but I actually loved it and it wasn't that bad. Don't get me wrong there were some parts that I wouldn't want my dad to watch, but not as bad as it could have been considering the nature of the topic. I do love movies about people coming from nothing and making it in the big city. I also love love love amazing costumes, dancing, and singing. Christina Aguilera does an amazing job. I don't know about the acting but the singing was amazing. It reminded me a lot of Moulin Rouge but not quite as fantastical. I now am dreaming of getting my haircut like her cute short bob in the film. Oh if only...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-962370764317155515?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/962370764317155515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/burlesque.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/962370764317155515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/962370764317155515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/burlesque.html' title='Burlesque'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1PiPYAz7f0Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-366419434561541897</id><published>2010-11-25T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T05:54:05.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zappatos of desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TO5pnRZlrPI/AAAAAAAAAec/y5NNINxcB40/s1600/Double+buckle+sport+boot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TO5pnRZlrPI/AAAAAAAAAec/y5NNINxcB40/s1600/Double+buckle+sport+boot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I want these boots, I always thought that I was left out of the tall boot party because of my inherited extra large calves. But! They actually make boots for us large calf girls and these are beauty to my eyes. On sale to boot. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TO5pptrKikI/AAAAAAAAAeg/urDUhsc78TA/s1600/GV+special+SE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TO5pptrKikI/AAAAAAAAAeg/urDUhsc78TA/s1600/GV+special+SE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿I also want these shoes, I have been searching for them for at least five years. No joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-366419434561541897?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/366419434561541897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/zappatos-of-desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/366419434561541897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/366419434561541897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/zappatos-of-desire.html' title='zappatos of desire'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TO5pnRZlrPI/AAAAAAAAAec/y5NNINxcB40/s72-c/Double+buckle+sport+boot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-6614034966671416408</id><published>2010-11-25T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T05:47:18.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Image of Yesterday</title><content type='html'>Homemade whole wheat pancake batter on the front of my pants.&lt;br /&gt;Black yoga pants.&lt;br /&gt;Purple family reunion shirt from last summer.&lt;br /&gt;Flat, yet clean hair slowly growing down to my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;The leaves need raking so I do it.&lt;br /&gt;Piling them up in the next door neighbors yard&lt;br /&gt;They are from her tree after all.&lt;br /&gt;I've finally stopped sleeping with a stuffed animal after twenty years of co-dependence.&lt;br /&gt;Bright green pumas, a favorite for eight years at least.&lt;br /&gt;Same plastic glasses, scratched but still giving me sight.&lt;br /&gt;Am I comfortable or complacent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all isn't the name "yoga pants" a fancier way of saying stretch pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is time I grew up and wore things like "slacks."&lt;br /&gt;Slept with another person instead of a stuffed gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;Do uncomfortable shoes become comfortable over time?&lt;br /&gt;Is that why everyone seems to think I am 22? &lt;br /&gt;Because I wear the same clothes and the same expression from six years ago?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-6614034966671416408?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/6614034966671416408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/image-of-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6614034966671416408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/6614034966671416408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/image-of-yesterday.html' title='An Image of Yesterday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-9137257696607576023</id><published>2010-11-23T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T05:49:38.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Soft Ginger Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TO5pMW2j-tI/AAAAAAAAAeY/971N7hL1CYE/s1600/bits+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TO5pMW2j-tI/AAAAAAAAAeY/971N7hL1CYE/s320/bits+017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are oh so good and chewy. Watch out the disappear fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup margarine, softened&lt;br /&gt;1 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon water or O.J.&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup molasses&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons tubinado sugar (sugar in the raw)&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;1.Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Sift together the flour, ginger, baking soda, cinnamon, cloves, and salt. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;2.In a large bowl, cream together the margarine and 1 cup sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in the egg, then stir in the water and molasses. Gradually stir the sifted ingredients into the molasses mixture. Shape dough into walnut sized balls, and roll them in the remaining 2 tablespoons of sugar. Place the cookies 2 inches apart onto an ungreased cookie sheet, and flatten slightly.&lt;br /&gt;3.Bake for 8 to 10 minutes in the preheated oven. Allow cookies to cool on baking sheet for 5 minutes before removing to a wire rack to cool completely. Store in an airtight container."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like mine with less ginger. I also have another recipe that is like this that calls for white chocolate chips, simply devine! I'm going to take them to Thanksgiving dinner, yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-9137257696607576023?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/9137257696607576023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/big-soft-ginger-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/9137257696607576023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/9137257696607576023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/big-soft-ginger-cookies.html' title='Big Soft Ginger Cookies'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TO5pMW2j-tI/AAAAAAAAAeY/971N7hL1CYE/s72-c/bits+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-4043236253674839267</id><published>2010-11-22T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T08:42:24.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it is time for a break</title><content type='html'>Well I made it through the quarter. That wasn't too bad. I now have a month and a half to reflect. Or get another job. Maybe some day I will have money left over at the end of the month. Who knows. I am really enjoying my new job at Churchill's, it is SO much better than Bennigan's. It is strange how things come along. I am hoping to get busy and start making some things for my etsy shop. &lt;br /&gt;I was going to post a blog about the shoes I want real bad but blogger wont let me so instead you just get words. Lately I have been spending way too much time online. I have discovered a new website called &lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;www.stumbleupon.com&lt;/a&gt; it is out of control amazing. You set up your preferences and then it lets you stumble through really cool pictures, articles, products, videos, and interactive sites. I could waste time on there for hours. It is ridiculous. Then you can thumbs up or thumbs down the things you like or don't like and it modifies your preferences. I have found lots of really cool sites and blogs that way. I have decided if I am just getting on the Internet to waste time I should do it unplugged and that way when my battery is low I have to get off. We'll see how that works. Well back to work I suppose...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-4043236253674839267?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/4043236253674839267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-it-is-time-for-break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4043236253674839267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/4043236253674839267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-it-is-time-for-break.html' title='Now it is time for a break'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7013426317805167462.post-412161293566640049</id><published>2010-11-13T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T17:37:02.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TNXYN8SQrAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HgJ6zTO-CuI/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TNXYN8SQrAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HgJ6zTO-CuI/s320/038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the first repeat pattern I created for my repeat pattern class. The inspiration was supposed to be fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The first step is to create a unit that when put together creates a repeat. In the most basic way you trace multiple copies of it and then tape them together to create your repeat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TNXYD_eIlcI/AAAAAAAAAdk/NPgpjTHSZpA/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TNXYD_eIlcI/AAAAAAAAAdk/NPgpjTHSZpA/s320/042.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then you trace that onto your bristol and paint it. This photo shows my color selection and mixing process. We were also assigned to come up with two coordinates. These are designs that could potentially go with or compliment the main design. Such as in the pillows matching the couch, etc. I wanted to use some less predictable colors so chose the blue, green, and grey as the predominant colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TNXYSQ2GlOI/AAAAAAAAAds/WO9zh7OQwAM/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TNXYSQ2GlOI/AAAAAAAAAds/WO9zh7OQwAM/s320/039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final result before mounting for display.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7013426317805167462-1749767517756527112?l=beckysdrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1749767517756527112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/repeat-pattern.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1749767517756527112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7013426317805167462/posts/default/1749767517756527112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckysdrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/repeat-pattern.html' title='Repeat pattern'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04254681322910623605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/SUrmmYWhujI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/_F8DcsTDsZU/S220/Alaska+pensive.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZYv76_JmZSc/TNXYN8SQrAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/HgJ6zTO-CuI/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
