tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90087846329608639022024-03-05T08:30:18.432-08:00Rachel LynRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-353830664414949392014-06-26T16:39:00.000-07:002014-06-26T16:39:10.984-07:00Another Birth StoryWhile I was pregnant, I loved to read any birth story I got my hands on. So here I am sharing mine. Stop right here if you don't want to read a novel or if it might be TMI!<br />
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So on the morning of April 24th, 2014 I woke up feeling a little different than usual. Not that I knew I was in labor. I didn’t want to get my hopes up! I had myself convinced that I was gonna go a week late and have to be induced like all the other first-time moms I knew of lately. Also I really didn’t want to ever think I was in labor and go to the hospital, only to have them send me home because it was "false labor". Plus I still didn’t officially know what a contraction felt like anyway (boy, do I now!)</div>
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Anyway that night I had been waking up feeling kind of not good but Dr. hush told me if they were real contractions, I wouldn’t be sleeping through them so I’d try to go to sleep to see if they were real and then I could. In the morning they seemed a little stronger. Jacob didn’t want to go to work, but I didn’t want him to stay home and us get our hopes up if it wasn’t real. So I sent him to work. What reassured both of us was the fact that I had a regular appointment set up with Dr. Huish for that morning so I told Jacob I’d go to it and see what he said.</div>
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I spent the morning switching off between kneeling down and doing a few other positions off this paper we had for labor positions. But then a contraction stopped and I’d feel fine and convince myself it wasn’t real. Then they'd come again and I timed them the best I could. They seemed pretty regular but I still didn’t want to get my hopes up! I took a bath and called my mom to take me to the appointment just in case I was in labor. She was watching my nephew Oliver so he came with us and he was so good at the appointment. All the way there and in the waiting room, I was still timing my contractions and they were pretty regular.</div>
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By the time I got in to Doctor Huish, he just checked me right away and told me I was dilated to a 6 and 90% effaced! (the appointments weeks before I had been successfully dilating to about a 3.5 I think) I knew that was good but I didn’t know it meant this was for real happening. He told me I was IN LABOR and to head to the hospital! What?! I’m seriously in labor?! I cried so much, I couldn’t even believe it was true. I was so proud of my body and my Penny for coming on her own, a day early!!</div>
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I called Jacob bawling, and made sure to tell him right away that they were happy tears, and that he needed to get his bootie down there. Then I called my cousin Leah and left her a message (I had already invited her) and my sister Karen, while Jacob called his mom and sped there. At the hospital, they didn’t let Oliver back so my mom had to stay out in the waiting room while I went in alone. I was fine then but it really was kind of sad, not quite how I imagined. But whose labor story is anyway?! I went and did some paperwork stuff while having contractions and not being able to walk. The front desk lady informed me that “I could do this on my own!” That was awful, I did not want her telling me that, my husband was on his way! I was NOT going to do this on my own!</div>
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So they took me back and I’m not sure they believed me that I WAS in labor, just sent here by Dr. Huish. They were kind of confused, and asked me if I was on the induction list. Anyway, they did let me in and I had to change into the gown thing on my own which was confusing, especially while I was having contractions. Then they checked me, and I was a 7 by then! They asked me questions I don’t remember, and I felt soooo lightheaded and my ears felt distant from everyone in the room. I told them and they said I needed to breathe slower. Jacob got there finally (actually he got there a lot faster than I expected :)). And it was amazing. So so wonderful that he was there with me and I was not gonna do it alone. I tried to focus on my breathing while he answered the rest of the questions.</div>
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Then they wheeled me into a new room, and gave me my epidural thank GOODNESS!! Those things are amazing. They said I did really good for that part, I was having contractions while she was giving it to me but I held really still for her. Tiffany (my INCREDIBLE nurse) informed me that I was Streb B positive and that they were gonna try to hold me off from delivering for at least 4 hours because they had to pump penicillin through my arm. The doctor’s office did test me for this but apparently never informed me of it so it didn’t work out as ideally as far as that could’ve. She would’ve diluted the penicillin but she didn’t and it burnt/hurt my arm pretty darn bad. But it’s okay, the epidural felt amazing.</div>
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We waited around for four hours. Londa (Jacob's mom) got there, then since we were supposed to wait for 4 hours, she went to grab some Subway. She didn’t make it all the way there before my water broke so she came back. But Tiffany closed my legs so it wouldn’t progress. Leah got there, then Karen. Then Elle (Jacob's sister) even showed up! I had invited her but didn’t actually expect her to come so that was exciting. My mom kept talking like Penny wasn’t gonna wait until 4:30 to come so I kinda didn’t think she would either. But she did! The penicillin got all through me like it was supposed to! So then Tiffany checked me and I wasn’t <i>quite</i> dilated to 10 yet.. or maybe I wasn’t effaced all the way. I don’t know. Anyway, she put a big exercise ball peanut thing in between my legs for a little while.</div>
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Around 5 she had me start to push for real. My mom was holding my right leg and helping me hunch over while Jacob was holding my left leg, giving me kisses and feeding me glorious ice chips (they wouldn’t let me eat anything else that whole time and I’d already thrown up my half a bowl of oatmeal from that morning). Leah, Londa, and Karen just watched and Elle sat on the couch. I sure don’t blame her for not getting front row seating. I guess I wasn't breathing good enough because they had to give me oxygen almost the whole time I pushed. I pushed a ton, threw up almost as much, and Jacob would tell me that he could see her hair. She has hair, how exciting! Tiffany was INCREDIBLE to motivate me and let me know when my pushes were really good and count to 10 really enthusiastically to keep me going.</div>
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Dr. Huish impressed me with how involved he was. Jacob had learned in nursing school that the actual OBGYN basically just goes in to catch the baby and their job is done when the cord is cut. But Dr. Huish was in and out for the whole 2 1/2 hours that I pushed. Motivating me and whatnot. Sadly, Karen had to leave at 7 because her kids didn’t have a babysitter or something. And also SO sadly, Tiffany’s shift ended at 7 so she didn’t even get to meet perfect Penny Blu with all the effort she put into it! They put a mirror there for some of it and it helped but didn’t help. I liked seeing Penny’s head but I didn’t like seeing it go back when I stopped pushing. Kind of felt like one step forward, two steps back. I am SO GRATEFUL for the amazing epidural and that it worked good on me! I know epidurals don’t always work well for people. But it was perfect. I felt the pressure but not the pain, and I could still move my legs a little bit!</div>
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Close to 7:30, Dr. Huish informed me that we had 2 options. I could keep pushing and it would work out and Penny would come, but I would definitely tear. Or he could cut a little bit to make room for her and direct where the tear would be and he’d cut it to the side. I honestly wasn’t worried one bit. I chose the episiotomy. So he cut me (I didn’t feel it at all.. didn’t even know he cut me at the time). And the next pushes her head came!!!!!!! Then I had to push just a little bit more for her body. All of a sudden she was laying on my chest, little cone head, covered in her own meconium (poop), those almond eyes I didn't expect at all, and ears crinkled down.. and so incredibly perfect.</div>
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I’ll be honest, that moment wasn’t the huge "angel choir glorious" moment for me that some others talk about. Obviously I loved her to death and knew she was perfect. But I was also just super glad I was done pushing. She didn’t quite look like the baby I had subconsciously imagined would come out of me. She had real big cheeks and almond eyes. Sadly, the giant cheeks have gone down a little bit since then. Happily, her giant cone head has gone down since then! And her crinkled down ears have gone up! So I loved her. Jacob loved her. Everyone loved her. Then she had to be taken to the nursery because she wasn’t breathing too well with all that meconium inside her. That was so sad, but I was completely assured knowing that Jacob went with her.</div>
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The rest of the hospital stay was full of:</div>
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-scrumptious hospital meals of whatever I darn pleased (and I didn't even get acid reflux with anything!.. complete opposite of pregnancy)</div>
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-A completely awful first night because I was so tired from, you know, giving BIRTH! Also, we had no idea how to take care of this perfect baby even though we were her parents and our nurse was pretty bad to say the least. Jacob says he remembers pacing the room while holding Penny trying to keep her from crying so I could sleep and just thinking "What did we get ourselves into?! Who allowed us to be parents?!"</div>
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-A very difficult time trying to breastfeed. We stayed an extra day at the hospital just for those blessed lactation nurses who gave me hope. (It was hard for a week or so but now is incredible and SO WORTH IT for me!)</div>
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-Poor Jacob sleeping on the couch</div>
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-Never changing a single diaper (THANK YOU Jacob!)</div>
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-A few happy breakdowns. Just so overwhelmed with how blessed we were, it made me cry a lot.</div>
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And now I have a precious 2 month old! Boy time flies! She is jabbering to herself in her deep voice on her playmat with toys right now!</div>
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Congratulations for getting through that lengthy and wordy post! I promise more pictures and less words from now on.</div>
Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-16382373875944540052014-01-06T13:16:00.001-08:002014-01-06T13:16:06.093-08:00BlessedI'm gonna quote one of Jacob's favorite songs (it's in our wedding video too!)<br />
"Blessed is this life, I'm gonna celebrate being alive!"<br />
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I have a billion pictures to post and realllly hope that I actually do soon. But for now words will have to do.<br />
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How Jacob and I have been so BLESSED LATELY:<br />
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-Where we LIVE. We moved from our tiny studio right by the temple because.. well, it was a tiny studio. With no storage. And a swamp cooler. And it smelled weird. We sure miss living literally one house away from the temple and seeing beautiful brides and families around the grounds. And we miss being so close to cute Main street where we biked around a lot! We don't miss the closest grocery store being Rancho Grande.. or the fact that we never actually got everything put away in that dinky little place! We never really felt attached to the ward and the #1 lame thing was the distance from our parents! (Yep.. we were only a few miles further than we are now..) Anyway, NOW we live right in between our parents! But still in our own ward and stake. It's fun being in my Aunt Denise's ward! We sat by them in church until I learned the extent of my RLS (Restless Leg Syndrome.. or <b>R</b>achel <b>L</b>yn <b>S</b>tradling.. hehe). Anyway, my constant bouncing leg shook the whole bench and I asked my cousins if they noticed.. one did. Haha so I felt really bad. We live in a little quadriplex where neighbors come in all different types and sizes! As in there have been some really interesting times.. and some really great times and friendships made. We have a little backyard that we share with our nice neighbor across from us who never actually goes out in the yard, which is nice! We love our home with a huge pantry and closet space and room for our own washer and dryer! Which is a whole 'nother story of a blessing in itself! (Let's just say Heavenly Father let all other craigslist deals fall through so that we could end up with the awesome washer and dryer we now have for the cheapest price we saw out there!) We plan to live here at least until Jacob gets out of nursing school in a year and a half.<br />
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-SCHOOL. Somehow, school for Jacob has worked out perfectly. Before his mission, he honestly didn't give a ton of thought to college/career. Yet, he gave just enough! (With the help of his amazing mother). Turns out he had prerequisites from high school classes he had taken, and he took a few more online classes before he left for his mission and then got on the waiting list for nursing school! Which is.. whaddya know.. at least a 2 year wait! No time wasted!! So he got home, did one semester at MCC, and then got in to nursing school through Maricopa Community College. He's finished with the first semester and it was pretty tough, I am so proud of him! As for my school, I graduated MCC with an Associates in Elementary Ed! Yep. All I have is an Associates and I am proud of myself. To be honest, it's farther than I thought I would get before having a baby. (Due to a childhood filled with sisters getting married and having children ASAP). So at least I've got something to my name. Thinking now of BYU Idaho pathway program to get a bachelors in Marriage & Family.. if that even works with my Associates. To be honest, I haven't started looking into it yet..<br />
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-WORK. Jacob and I work together. What?! Isn't that the best thing in the world? Honestly, it's blown my mind. In the summer, before he got hired here with me, he was working restoration. Sometimes gone til 10 PM and often working lame weekends. Call me a pansy, but it made me so sad that we were torn apart so much! Even though, yes, I am <i>very </i>grateful for the money he made that summer to help out our savings. Soo now, we work at a law office and I sometimes forget how happy it is that I get to be with him so much, so then I kick myself in the pants. Especially now, because it's the last week of it. He starts school back up next week and we will be working opposite days. But boy are we grateful for this time we've had! And it was fun to train him. :)<br />
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-BABY GIRL. Baby girl!!!! 1 month into our marriage we decided we were ready for a baby. We'd heard plenty of lectures from friends and strangers alike to "wait 5 years until you have kids" or "at least finish school" and maybe that was right for them! But the more we heard it personally, the more we disagreed for our own family. Through prayer and peace, we were ready for a baby! So it took 5 months to get pregnant, but now I am 24 weeks with a baby girl! Oh my gosh, I can feel her kicking right now :). I threw up <i>a lot</i> from weeks 8ish to 16ish but that's where it came extra in handy that we worked together! I could go curl up under Jacob's desk and he could empty all the trash cans I threw up in.. About the gender: Jacob was leaning towards wanting a boy, and I towards a girl. But when we found out, it felt so right to both of us! We definitely would've been happy with either, but really: gender is a big role in Heavenly Father's plan and I know he is giving us a girl first for a reason. Name options: 99.9% Penny. We call her Penny every day. Middle name: still deciding. So far, we like either Blu or Lou. We've found awesome things at garage sales/thrift stores for her ranging from her crib to a diaper trash can to clothes to her room decor. We can't stop being excited.<br />
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-FUTURE PLANS. It's fun to think about the future. Right now, Jacob thinks he wants to go be a Prison Nurse after he gets his Associates. I think that would be cool! Not sure which prison or where we'd live but we're thinking it could be our little time away from family to learn and grow and all that jazz. We've heard being a prison nurse is an awesome job because it's regular hours (no weird hospital shifts thank GOODNESS) and it's a good variety of things to do (other nurse jobs specialize in an area then the worker often forgets the other things he/she learned in school). Plus, Jacob just likes that kind of stuff, his dad is a Sheriff Deputy. Anyway, other plans as far as his school and work we like to think about: definitely he'll go back for a bachelor's. Then he wants to look into somehow using the Russian he learned on his mission in his career. Who knows what'll happen, but it's fun to think about! We love to go on bike rides and look at homes while we dream about our future home as well. Jacob really wants a good porch. I usually am drawn towards a good color scheme of house and door. We both like cozy/colonial looking houses if that even makes sense.<br />
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-ACTIVITIES. We like to have fun together! Garage saling and bike riding are the first things that come to mind. Also, we've been addicted to the old 2-person game Mastermind lately. And puzzles. Decorating our house, and watching plenty of good movies. Sometimes we cook together but usually I just clean while he cooks. Sometimes we have friends over, which is when we deep clean the house. Jacob likes to play his guitar, and/or we learn a little duet. And sometimes I put on my old prom dress and we ballroom dance in our living room! (Okay, we've only done that once..)<br />
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In conclusion, life is wonderful. Valentine's Day is the next holiday. Springtime is coming. I love this weather. And this was the wordiest post I've ever done.<br />
<br />Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-14024820465345848152013-03-28T15:06:00.000-07:002013-03-28T15:06:12.169-07:00MARRIAGEI could try to make this post concise and clever, but this blog is for journal purposes so here goes! I'm gonna let my heart out!<div>
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Marrying Jacob was definitely the best decision I ever made in my life. When we were engaged, I knew I loved him and that he would make me happy forever, but I didn't understand to the e<i>xtent</i> that I do now. And I know it will keep growing, because it already has so much!</div>
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Sometimes I don't even know what to do with myself I love him so much. Like the other day when Aunt Flo came to town when we were doing our taxes at MCC. He was perfect. I guess it doesn't sound that significant that he took care of me like I was a queen, but it just meant so much to me. I literally think I felt my heart swell when I was lying in the back of the car, just looking at his face. Driving me home safely and trying to avoid any bumps or sharp turns so I wouldn't be uncomfortable.</div>
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He always makes sure we say morning and evening prayers. He reads the scriptures every morning while I get ready for work. We haven't had an official family night yet. But the other night, when I woke up from a little nap he had been reading scriptures. And he told me that he needed to take responsibility for making sure we have family night. :)</div>
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We love real life. Our honeymoon was super great but we just like living life together! Being in our own tiny little home. Washing dishes, watching movies, and going on bike rides. Especially the bike rides :). One Saturday morning we were at his family's house and he took his old longboard out for a ride. Wish I'd seen it, but he longboarded back carrying a bike! Scored me a beautiful old 'un for $10. And he won't stop telling me how good I look riding it :). And now we usually take bikes every time we go to his house!</div>
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And because I like him.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-63229601265739687032012-11-10T23:41:00.004-08:002012-11-10T23:44:00.435-08:00Mission Accomplished<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been in a Children's Literature class this semester and let's just say it's changed my life.<br />
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Somehow, I'm gonna be a Children's author and illustrator.<br />
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At least for my own children!<br />
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Anyway, I whipped out this old book from my childhood, remembering that it taught me absolutely nothing and it was straight up weird and hilarious.<br />
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Max and Briant are my closest in proximity nephews. But like I said, not so close at heart. Not their fault really, I should have known little boys don't want hugs and kisses from their aunts! That only works with the nieces.<br />
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I was getting closer to winning them over when I played speed in basketball with them. But they kept beating me so I knew that had to end.<br />
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They were over one night, and I started reading this to them.<br />
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They scoffed at all the silly situations, laughed at the ridiculous voices I used, and were sucked in to say the least.<br />
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We finished the book in two visits, despite my aching voice from reading so much. I kept trying to stop but they begged me to keep reading!<br />
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And that's when I felt that rush of joy teachers keep telling me about; to see kids grasping knowledge and loving it.<br />
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This book may not be a nonfiction documentary or whatever, but stories are wonderful. And how are kids supposed to learn to love reading unless they start with something they like?!<br />
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The cherry on top: I even got TWO hugs from Max that night! Sincere hugs without force on my part...<br />
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So moral of the story: read this to your children.<br />
Unless you're one of my sisters, then wait for me to get to read it to them please!<br />
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It's kind of a wonderful thing! I love to be cheesy and hear them talk about the blessings of marriage, and see the love between them and their husbands.<br />
It doesn't feel as weird as I thought it would to have friends right and left getting engaged, and married.<br />
Everything seems just right. :)Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-79906235177997180652012-11-07T22:20:00.000-08:002012-11-07T22:28:43.391-08:00Life is Life and I Like It<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Nate (lead singer, right) does have the dreamiest voice ever but Jack (left) and Andrew (middle) are my favorite personality-wise for sure.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8LTwOr8t6lBKxxaXQk3YShGUr2lTu47iHN8A5SOalAcGYyrEbsMWqsrIIVuizv4FgfoycmdI1l_tdpBYOlKGlfdS7MvNLJLNo5UL0tQXwy41-rv_M-9xWfc3WoD2zqp0yCtBt_XTTtY/s1600/skyler+rachel+fun+101.5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8LTwOr8t6lBKxxaXQk3YShGUr2lTu47iHN8A5SOalAcGYyrEbsMWqsrIIVuizv4FgfoycmdI1l_tdpBYOlKGlfdS7MvNLJLNo5UL0tQXwy41-rv_M-9xWfc3WoD2zqp0yCtBt_XTTtY/s400/skyler+rachel+fun+101.5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712596079564751618" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilT2Yhus822xO9ZklxwJ7CHK01uA7NCQsNm239U2Hr6qryQq19w4igB-INr2VrLqTRjCIGL-s1XSfwkENUz_bqqN0E9ywRm1JXuxersWmLWlhncetmsj789IY1qQL3DYXgl1Dx4U5r8R4/s1600/rachel+jack+antonoff+fun.+101.5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilT2Yhus822xO9ZklxwJ7CHK01uA7NCQsNm239U2Hr6qryQq19w4igB-INr2VrLqTRjCIGL-s1XSfwkENUz_bqqN0E9ywRm1JXuxersWmLWlhncetmsj789IY1qQL3DYXgl1Dx4U5r8R4/s400/rachel+jack+antonoff+fun.+101.5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712596065021352066" /></a>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-873583801162053302012-02-19T22:49:00.000-08:002012-02-19T22:55:37.359-08:00Better Than I<div>Song of the day, it's from "Joseph King of Dreams". I can't describe how much this song means to me.</div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8oL6HlzQZLo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>Heavenly Father knows and loves me. I must love him back by trusting him. Then all will be well no matter what comes my way :)</div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-76481793699522970682012-02-14T16:07:00.000-08:002012-02-15T17:58:20.710-08:00My What a Happy Day<div style="text-align: left;">Life is just so wonderful! Here's a billion pictures of proof why, in no particular order.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">First of all, I haven't been able to get this delightful tune out of my head for days! Soak up the goodness. Fun & Fancy Free.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qeAB6SRWWwg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Check it out, my LAMINATED and OFFICIAL name is on the P.E. office door!! Right under the two P.E. teachers and Student Teacher.. nevermind that mine's the smallest.. I love my job i love my job I love my job. I can't believe I get paid to play with children at recess all day everyday. I think about how blessed I am to have this job everyday on the way home. And it's just a cherry on top that my title is "Miss Martindale" :). </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShUBTMmfdIFLL7CTnV-WkGQmm2FszmwxYqZlG6VlK3GLiQZI532-Se1mbO8YZvGHb2EExQKz7s-suUWYUr0h3CyBL6HP0AleseVvfUWwTmtzMh8gMbhu8mRGkhhchWtPLkKGjs75Vh_4/s1600/ishikawa+p.e.+door.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiShUBTMmfdIFLL7CTnV-WkGQmm2FszmwxYqZlG6VlK3GLiQZI532-Se1mbO8YZvGHb2EExQKz7s-suUWYUr0h3CyBL6HP0AleseVvfUWwTmtzMh8gMbhu8mRGkhhchWtPLkKGjs75Vh_4/s400/ishikawa+p.e.+door.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709490555221682738" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Gorgeous weather calls for nothing other than rollerblading with Skyler. And rollerblading with Skyler calls for nothing other than taking pictures of beautiful flowers in random front yards.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3wrgPqcXKKMGFxSdcY_jGA9MVn4XrmgI0VljnloiTy0eBnMAj8mxKRTTGU7REl5041dyKCwtIVuOPNzU3_qU4KzbrGoi2yj1KFnrr_jiwVVDD5akJTrgUwzvxIhH6fjSzb_qiiDvMQA/s1600/zebra+flowers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3wrgPqcXKKMGFxSdcY_jGA9MVn4XrmgI0VljnloiTy0eBnMAj8mxKRTTGU7REl5041dyKCwtIVuOPNzU3_qU4KzbrGoi2yj1KFnrr_jiwVVDD5akJTrgUwzvxIhH6fjSzb_qiiDvMQA/s400/zebra+flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709490549654551330" /></a><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Speaking of gorgeous weather, this boy doesn't seem to be in it in Ukraine.. yes, that is frost on his eyelashes. And his hat (which is originally brown). Nothing like -20 degrees, right?! Anyway, I love this picture and this boy isn't too bad either.. :)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaACbS0kt7_DDxpF5Ske70O-yX0lwV1X-W-nMgsUSXfNchqRbT889VkHl9lwZ0OUak1d4eREKgp38K6eTZiJu2Nnv5b5YMIYsIH84NN-pcrApLSPaCrmc9vPATD3PhSvYx7VrZAs3-K0Y/s1600/Jacob+Frosty+Eyelashes.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaACbS0kt7_DDxpF5Ske70O-yX0lwV1X-W-nMgsUSXfNchqRbT889VkHl9lwZ0OUak1d4eREKgp38K6eTZiJu2Nnv5b5YMIYsIH84NN-pcrApLSPaCrmc9vPATD3PhSvYx7VrZAs3-K0Y/s400/Jacob+Frosty+Eyelashes.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709153992529020242" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I love my sisters! Shout out to Shauna (3rd from the left) and Tami (far right). They're PREGNANT! I will never get over this excitement, no matter how many nieces and nephews I have. Shauna is on to #4, and Tami is now pregnant with #11 (she was pregnant with twins in this picture last April). CAN'T WAIT!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAc6h2Qu0W_ic7dNgcEOqxoqN2IRvaAkMkq8PRlYG1ErDIHNIBfkHH1GMiG3RBQQktmoU9yJ37yyY91ay1CKLBuJbbTroBwJrU93zfVI-g9OLU9vzfPiyyJqK6QESAhYWf3VZAlIqFEA4/s1600/new+sister.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAc6h2Qu0W_ic7dNgcEOqxoqN2IRvaAkMkq8PRlYG1ErDIHNIBfkHH1GMiG3RBQQktmoU9yJ37yyY91ay1CKLBuJbbTroBwJrU93zfVI-g9OLU9vzfPiyyJqK6QESAhYWf3VZAlIqFEA4/s400/new+sister.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709153403334705522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My 1st official close friend to be engaged, Sydnee! This is a big deal. I am soo excited for her and love her! Syd is one of the coolest girls I am friends with, but she's the best because she's never <i>too</i> cool for anyone. So many good times: from <a href="http://rachpill.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-break.html">Sydona</a> to our amazing <a href="http://rachpill.blogspot.com/2010/05/prom.html">Prom Group</a>, and forever my friend!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Tvry_SeSRCn3HQJsuuBXI_raBBT9JI3r9a-KfvNnc1HHSA0LOdhh_LXfgmGiXBLMzsijI0nQ7FKIU6omuqbW09yGoXlpHlypD0Q6_fVkR0H94HWdmeA2IGDrsydD15rt6DN1yS1EvgM/s400/IMG_4110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709540934574045442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What's that? Another engaged friend? Here goes Jessica! She is super in love and I definitely support that. Especially when I get the honor of being a bridesmaid! Some wonderful times with her are <a href="http://rachpill.blogspot.com/2008/07/flagstaff.html">Choir Trips</a> and her <a href="http://rachpill.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-liked-my-weekend.html">Big Role</a> in the school play! I have always had a special connection with Jess and seriously couldn't be happier for her :)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFRdtjJPhwPwkupTD_9LDuRps0s4daO5I7x70Sf8boyCP-SiuraVUOM9IFjz1OKKMUvhIDNuUPxPa8xYa3CoMV83om4TjUB6eebyIcu1DUYbnU9kmLcexocCYptVykt4UY1FBDRa6Mjk/s1600/jessica+and+rachel.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFRdtjJPhwPwkupTD_9LDuRps0s4daO5I7x70Sf8boyCP-SiuraVUOM9IFjz1OKKMUvhIDNuUPxPa8xYa3CoMV83om4TjUB6eebyIcu1DUYbnU9kmLcexocCYptVykt4UY1FBDRa6Mjk/s400/jessica+and+rachel.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709153398815520642" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">One time I got lost trying to find the right field to play ultimate frisbee but it was worth it because I ran in to the <a href="http://www.sca.org/">Society for Creative Anachronism</a>. They are super intense and wonderful. I'm thinking about joining myself.. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7bLjgu4RNelpyur1HOfMDLZgulHTveN-VylpHKM1OySAKDxDgmHoj1jOl9djA1rrTwQ1eggHiNHdwAvAtAdR30zPxHGaQonvX2kNwZbO-9SKdESWuWB4WrC7TOW5AyCIVuwjbfOWQOLo/s1600/IMG_0243.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7bLjgu4RNelpyur1HOfMDLZgulHTveN-VylpHKM1OySAKDxDgmHoj1jOl9djA1rrTwQ1eggHiNHdwAvAtAdR30zPxHGaQonvX2kNwZbO-9SKdESWuWB4WrC7TOW5AyCIVuwjbfOWQOLo/s400/IMG_0243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709152209348473346" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">My backyard is one of my favorite places on earth. Particularly when our grass is so luscious! And when we put in a new volleyball net! I love this place.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Z0KyQsfWBTxjsYnr9s0KIwJTW0NESPGoZoXeesg84mjEOEwy9imishM4lKcehECDfOslsaO9vgZ7jwQhqJpQaQPBHH8bNEY_xMtWZ2wvUIJ8txvADHM2TVEeOiUjTBHnRvBTer03W9w/s1600/IMG_4624.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Z0KyQsfWBTxjsYnr9s0KIwJTW0NESPGoZoXeesg84mjEOEwy9imishM4lKcehECDfOslsaO9vgZ7jwQhqJpQaQPBHH8bNEY_xMtWZ2wvUIJ8txvADHM2TVEeOiUjTBHnRvBTer03W9w/s400/IMG_4624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709152199391077810" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Korean exchange students? Sure why not! Chris & Vicky (their chosen American names) stayed with us for 3 weeks and it was such a fun, cultural experience! Kimchi will forever be the most disgusting smelling food on the planet but other than that, we seriously loved having these guys around! It felt good to have a bigger family at home :) They really fit right in if you couldn't tell..</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWlIXFtEiXATYFTNNRcrq1LHEw6cf2yjCGJWDmoNQR7O8X8qUB2JlI0vU_Cu97X-S_sE-SOPqihiPc92-erjKKU9-2XC7CAF_avFDUyxghgCf4iVh55mHNNIWUqZz3RWybZczRLSkK2RA/s1600/IMG_0264.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWlIXFtEiXATYFTNNRcrq1LHEw6cf2yjCGJWDmoNQR7O8X8qUB2JlI0vU_Cu97X-S_sE-SOPqihiPc92-erjKKU9-2XC7CAF_avFDUyxghgCf4iVh55mHNNIWUqZz3RWybZczRLSkK2RA/s400/IMG_0264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709152186705742466" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">The Sittons brought me along one weekend to run a 10K Marathon in Sedona! I didn't train at all but i did much better than expected! Here's Sky and I feeling the energy and power of Sedona. Such a gorgeous town.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68r0sLOsNBKTeLWS-QNsMEla67kQ5tuVAS4tczvMQmjPBBoNJIcnOXhZt7tdbOIlowgpBxeQ6TRDcJj7M-mEJAX9YSvIsT-aNIy1jpRviKCmGhxhIHH4V_DabtQIWI_CKT9ZB1YZ00hE/s1600/IMG_0283.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68r0sLOsNBKTeLWS-QNsMEla67kQ5tuVAS4tczvMQmjPBBoNJIcnOXhZt7tdbOIlowgpBxeQ6TRDcJj7M-mEJAX9YSvIsT-aNIy1jpRviKCmGhxhIHH4V_DabtQIWI_CKT9ZB1YZ00hE/s400/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709152184559077202" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Woke up on Valentine's day to a mass text from my friend Maeser informing me that I had to tweet about Arizona every hour. #AZCentennial #Protectingthemotherland #AZPride. I truly felt SO much love for my dear home state that day. I even took the time to fine my <a href="http://www.azcentral.com/12news/news/articles/2012/02/13/20120213arizona-name-centennial.html">Arizona name</a>. I love Arizona. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFe024ULdmGgKvulTROVwt-rXh3i2RGMwlGwieM1xlbBbB-RHB1_qoup3kkPHb3r356IzpNLARUGmMwN8iXFinRbXEH0Im2rLlCR1c4Sqg1Pd2yobrfgo8DOayiOWZ_-z9P3cP9w8n-gQ/s1600/az-centennial.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFe024ULdmGgKvulTROVwt-rXh3i2RGMwlGwieM1xlbBbB-RHB1_qoup3kkPHb3r356IzpNLARUGmMwN8iXFinRbXEH0Im2rLlCR1c4Sqg1Pd2yobrfgo8DOayiOWZ_-z9P3cP9w8n-gQ/s400/az-centennial.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709151695786328370" /></a><div><br /><div>So that's life! Scattered and lovely!</div></div></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-51176542617935319282011-12-13T23:32:00.000-08:002011-12-13T23:44:58.161-08:00Forever on my Lap<div style="text-align: center;">Just found this picture from 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sally & Gwen</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0df9OTjMtsOSNQ2eYRpbALVu7iKrQh7az1eeTMtOSe-Efr263fljzRKcV_WJChQ9JMBtbIixxESf2Jg8OZTEYpdpBRWR87hgtm9pMtj0X2WPbMFJg2BoOjjBorHUviVFkgOddo0O7LAg/s1600/Rachel+Sally+Gwen+2008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0df9OTjMtsOSNQ2eYRpbALVu7iKrQh7az1eeTMtOSe-Efr263fljzRKcV_WJChQ9JMBtbIixxESf2Jg8OZTEYpdpBRWR87hgtm9pMtj0X2WPbMFJg2BoOjjBorHUviVFkgOddo0O7LAg/s400/Rachel+Sally+Gwen+2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685884781652729682" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">This one's from Thanksgiving 2011.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sally & Gwen</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlBBwi8WmfX6K9VxBt3qvyt08WOX4-1Cdnu7NNGVfJ2KlI1-kXpdQzeq92llXBHCtUAunb8Xldqt897SVTAt6mfIMv0C8g8EPsFRxz5Ye1yaVlOLiBFInxvNO0rBVHxldulOGRry8lPcI/s1600/Rachel+Sally+Gwen+2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlBBwi8WmfX6K9VxBt3qvyt08WOX4-1Cdnu7NNGVfJ2KlI1-kXpdQzeq92llXBHCtUAunb8Xldqt897SVTAt6mfIMv0C8g8EPsFRxz5Ye1yaVlOLiBFInxvNO0rBVHxldulOGRry8lPcI/s400/Rachel+Sally+Gwen+2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685884780570721474" /></a><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">This makes me extremely happy :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Always my little dolls.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">If only they could forever stay small enough to both fit on my lap.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">If it is completely up to me, I'll still let them sit on my lap when they are 16 and I am 31, or when they are 31, and I am 46, you get the picture..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">They'd be down with that, right? :)<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-1674624358511760652011-09-29T23:35:00.000-07:002011-09-30T00:43:08.955-07:00Ma<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB2B0xpoxACCYKa3RLolWk1t0MNz7swlTD78dnTp5eVUAs-caySuWUlyTEmH68hTG9_yQWNmnyEWE2kZ8vSuWq_Ti7dJ3p32L3OlTBBv0W6VsjXIdDyrg-uI6qpeVpzzninqmVVOOenfE/s1600/marla+rachel+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB2B0xpoxACCYKa3RLolWk1t0MNz7swlTD78dnTp5eVUAs-caySuWUlyTEmH68hTG9_yQWNmnyEWE2kZ8vSuWq_Ti7dJ3p32L3OlTBBv0W6VsjXIdDyrg-uI6qpeVpzzninqmVVOOenfE/s400/marla+rachel+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658042405790006402" /></a><br />I hope I'm whispering "I love you" in this picture because I sure do. This woman is the role model of all role models to me. <br /><br />Today, I got home from work to an email from her. It was a whole bunch of entries she had typed out from when she was exactly my age in my position. What an incredible and hilarious experience it has been to read through! <br /><br />Among a million other emotions resulting from reading these, I am currently acting on the "I should journal more" running through my head. Blogging is journaling :) And journaling is amazing!<br /><br />Her 18-year old, adorable self mentions numerous times how she hopes her journaling will affect her future children and grandchildren for the better and inspire them to draw closer to the Gospel. Here it is, mama, effecting me :)Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-75558399348745075272011-08-08T01:33:00.000-07:002011-08-08T03:03:37.718-07:00An Uplifting Website :)I just found a website that straight up makes me feel good! And it makes me think about life.
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<br />http://makesmethink.com/
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<br />A taste of a few of my favorites!
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<br />-Today, a young teenage boy was in line in front of me at Target. He used a gift card to buy two video games. The cashier, an older woman probably in her late 60’s, rang him up and informed him that he had $12 remaining on his gift card. “Oh, wait then,” he said as he ran two isles over and grabbed a $10 bouquet of flowers. As the cashier added the flowers to his order the boy handed them to her and said, “These are for you.” The cashier could not wipe the smile off her face, even after he left. MMT
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<br />-Today, as we were slowing down at a red light, my father scolded me for not having my seat belt on. No more than a second after the clicking sound of me buckling my seat belt, our small car was clipped from behind by a pick-up truck, spinning us 180 degrees in the middle of the street. Because we both had our seat belts on, and the fact that the impact came from behind, my father and I walked away with minor injuries. MMT
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<br />-Today, my grandfather used 25 different coupons at the grocery store. Then he gave the money he saved to the bag boy as a tip. He does this almost every Sunday because he says he “likes to see people smile.” MMT
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<br />-Today, I have been a firefighter for 24 years. Back in 1992, the local newspapers and news channels called me a hero and interviewed me a few times after I carried 19 retirees, one at a time, out of a burning luxury retirement condo. I was off-duty at the time and just happened to be visiting my grandmother who lived across the street. This evening I was contacted by a trust attorney representing one of the retirees who I helped that day. She passed away yesterday, and in her will she left me 25% of her estate – roughly $800,000. MMTRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-56588287346580173722011-08-04T02:46:00.000-07:002011-08-07T18:58:52.094-07:00My Future LoveNO I do not plan on getting married anytime soon.<br />But YES i like to dream about the future :)<br />I hope it's something like this..<br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hkOnH36S_pY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />And YES maybe I'll actually blog update my life sometime soon. This amazing video can suffice for now.Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-72986751990315167612011-04-11T21:59:00.000-07:002011-04-11T22:31:28.777-07:00Crayola Doesn't Make A Color For Your Eyes<div>This song is my obsession today. I heard it for the first time, and have listened at least 25 times. I think it's the cutest. And I shall give the credit to the one and only..</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Alex Crandall.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I really don't know what we're doing in this picture but yes, i do love her enough to be kneeling at her feet after an ice cream war.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7mlaCnISp5GO4XrXZ_vkmA5CpGXBNrah56IGlg8pQ1haovpUENqHlnF_cPxtIBuPsXveqV0uRoVz9EF0fzp_Eh6xJ5WgGkB3pIW6_55yttCR6Qw3qACI1FULR171qS10y3AcN0NpxiE/s1600/DSCN2585.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ7mlaCnISp5GO4XrXZ_vkmA5CpGXBNrah56IGlg8pQ1haovpUENqHlnF_cPxtIBuPsXveqV0uRoVz9EF0fzp_Eh6xJ5WgGkB3pIW6_55yttCR6Qw3qACI1FULR171qS10y3AcN0NpxiE/s400/DSCN2585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594558195791652514" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, Alex is amazing. She has great taste in music. And here is the joyful song :)</div><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EELEjeYzfjM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-66426862110962604692011-04-11T16:48:00.000-07:002011-04-11T18:22:19.694-07:00Weekends Are Happy<div>I went to the spring musical Camelot and saw some of my very best friends play the lead roles!! The play was wonderful, and every single actor and actress exceeded my expectations!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Guinevere: Jessica </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKr6dg4Thj-9zAJzHB-EM2WGfIiLTineHMFr_iDUzXzhc6d-ypvdmc3AZYOj1Mb2da-b4U-Ls-ALf4po1NqAy0JR0qDSBdrTAx2QA7KKEyw0zlz5oy7OfHTzlm1a-dpdfda0CU99nOuQ/s1600/DSCN3062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKr6dg4Thj-9zAJzHB-EM2WGfIiLTineHMFr_iDUzXzhc6d-ypvdmc3AZYOj1Mb2da-b4U-Ls-ALf4po1NqAy0JR0qDSBdrTAx2QA7KKEyw0zlz5oy7OfHTzlm1a-dpdfda0CU99nOuQ/s400/DSCN3062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594477956889306482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jessica, Caroline, Joey, Me, Adam (King Arthur), Becca</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cali and Jessica in front.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqO9-VM0WRpEW8mJfL8Q5zQG1C30sltj3w5qbgVp9zJnl5lNdIIJINlwmXrjEq6QLO5z2NwL2MstGT7YvuY9ddoBEl0qrG9oZvvP8fCPOdjltMqwYT9kT5ozh0x_J_x0WLscbT_ezylAY/s1600/DSCN3064.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqO9-VM0WRpEW8mJfL8Q5zQG1C30sltj3w5qbgVp9zJnl5lNdIIJINlwmXrjEq6QLO5z2NwL2MstGT7YvuY9ddoBEl0qrG9oZvvP8fCPOdjltMqwYT9kT5ozh0x_J_x0WLscbT_ezylAY/s400/DSCN3064.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594477865928764642" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we died eggs at Haylee's! I wish my camera had a picture of us all but these ones are just mine and Leah's. :)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZfhlov-ceO6VOu_iPw07kJ-__lXIJh7DN3E8CPUNguXkVfxyDv_VvJvbx99-YeKQHpDVS-JZQJvFLWohuoHEZwxVpcxyKARv4xzTb7N7LIlokbxXsXz6WTAYP7r3MF1OVB9VpgDuqhhk/s1600/DSCN3068.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZfhlov-ceO6VOu_iPw07kJ-__lXIJh7DN3E8CPUNguXkVfxyDv_VvJvbx99-YeKQHpDVS-JZQJvFLWohuoHEZwxVpcxyKARv4xzTb7N7LIlokbxXsXz6WTAYP7r3MF1OVB9VpgDuqhhk/s400/DSCN3068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594477721623788850" /></a><br /></div><div>I can really count on Leah to love Spring with me. She came over on Sunday so we could make cute spring cookies too! They had toasted coconut and peanut M&M's to look like bird's nests :)</div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-83138874947843224452011-04-06T22:05:00.000-07:002011-04-06T22:08:23.681-07:00Sally & Gwen<div>My little dolls are cute. I hope they are best cousins friends forever <3</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_3-pBRBAaWVqKhupihXfAs7eXdSt5iSRmz4agLqSyt8tDUpp3l_HpSXJAETb3xtBYQRZUaLEttH7LOeCPVqjnaxgWhUGGd-OclXbdlEZXJT6Iqk1KiW7YvFvvA4qi04Vw7DfIRMknI78/s1600/gwen+and+sally+pucker+up.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_3-pBRBAaWVqKhupihXfAs7eXdSt5iSRmz4agLqSyt8tDUpp3l_HpSXJAETb3xtBYQRZUaLEttH7LOeCPVqjnaxgWhUGGd-OclXbdlEZXJT6Iqk1KiW7YvFvvA4qi04Vw7DfIRMknI78/s400/gwen+and+sally+pucker+up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592703897150947298" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9w267SKutt02SsEf_LxsRmwahE_oUZf9PsAy2PB07lpTWcH2dguEVAMuwegrLEN4swqXNce3rOSAMSh_XmpGAjwRDR3CUMX1oyozrwG1eAUJaT7G1W08cG3tgq4CDzIsy73JzpVcqt4/s1600/gwen+and+sally+hug.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9w267SKutt02SsEf_LxsRmwahE_oUZf9PsAy2PB07lpTWcH2dguEVAMuwegrLEN4swqXNce3rOSAMSh_XmpGAjwRDR3CUMX1oyozrwG1eAUJaT7G1W08cG3tgq4CDzIsy73JzpVcqt4/s400/gwen+and+sally+hug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592703895440356722" /></a>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-73123397297927791662011-04-05T00:08:00.000-07:002011-04-05T00:22:42.253-07:00Memory Lane<div>One time my gorgeous cousin, Emily got married!</div><div>I just really love this picture. Us four on the right used to be inseparable. Emily was the leader because she was oldest. So she got to choose which polly, or barbie, or beanie baby she wanted first. Also, she was the president of our club in their tree. Then she grew up and now she's married! I'm happy we are all related by blood because I really love us and want us all to be friends forever :)</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2sOY6HjxO6t_uqi2bF2Yyt0W4kmIxsjxY_yGd3SyI7CIMw8IcMF-ufLtEKgODrVM3SRRTA9cJZP0k5-mPezERtJk8BW8oNi5CqkssnvIj2bOA_GY5rIpBMgWbVt4oiRPufwDQuQUnfo/s1600/emily+wedding+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2sOY6HjxO6t_uqi2bF2Yyt0W4kmIxsjxY_yGd3SyI7CIMw8IcMF-ufLtEKgODrVM3SRRTA9cJZP0k5-mPezERtJk8BW8oNi5CqkssnvIj2bOA_GY5rIpBMgWbVt4oiRPufwDQuQUnfo/s400/emily+wedding+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591992911500040642" /></a><br /><div>Conference quote of the day: </div><div>"Apparently the gospel is to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable" -Jeffrey R. Holland</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>That reminds me of earlier this school year when I was talking to my stake president. I confessed that I felt like I was just going through good motions, but I felt stagnant in the gospel. And it made me feel uncomfortable. He told me it was because the Lord was calling me up. He knew I could do better, so he made it uncomfortable for me to be too "comfortable" going through the motions. That changed me. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>On the flip side of the quote, I have had so many times where I've been comforted while afflicted. Through the gospel :)</div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-84973338606361952452011-04-03T19:01:00.000-07:002011-04-03T19:52:24.874-07:00I've Got A Lot To Say<div><div>Ok, this conference. Amazing!! I'm sure all conferences are as amazing as this one, but I've never paid so much attention. So it's been wonderful. I'm thinking I'll save all my favorite quotes/stories for other posts but I'll start with this one.<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://brightcove.lds.com.edgesuite.net/assets/general-conference/2011-april/2011-04-1050-elder-kent-f-richards-64k-eng.mp3">http://brightcove.lds.com.edgesuite.net/assets/general-conference/2011-april/2011-04-1050-elder-kent-f-richards-64k-eng.mp3</a></div><div><br /></div><div>That's Kent F. Richards talk from Saturday morning. I especially liked the story of the 13 year old hospitalized girl (starting at approx. 8:05 second in). She told her dad that every child in that hospital has angels :). It reminded me that EVERYONE has angels! We all have angels cheering us on in our lives! Specifically, I think of my grandma. She passed away when I was four. I remember after that in my childhood, whenever I was sad, I would hug the air, imagining my grandma hugging me back. I know she was there. :)</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Now time for scattered, happy pictures!</div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Happy Couple. I think this should have been on their wedding announcement. They <i>really</i> love cats.. Ok the reason I torture them by putting this up is because of this story: On the morning of April 1st, i woke up to a text from Jason saying he has been feeling like this for a while and are officially calling off the engagement, and asking for our prayers. I was sooo confused because all they ever do is say "I love you" and giggle and cuddle! But I trusted him, so I got down on my knees and prayed for him. Then texted him back and he replied APRIL FOOLS. Ha. That little demon. But I am very relieved, because I am much excited to have Candace in the family :) </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid6zN9-FDJ-yODD0K9z58GNXemM7RKtW-WbDuu5WA96kppMdXq7qGOnfGdRJ2XuiZdyqpwpW5Av0Pjits6KKTwnbqfAz-614hRiKBrGcbf3WAshz526MgjSuYIpsPxv3KIDDedMzk72kw/s1600/jason+and+candace+love+cats.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid6zN9-FDJ-yODD0K9z58GNXemM7RKtW-WbDuu5WA96kppMdXq7qGOnfGdRJ2XuiZdyqpwpW5Av0Pjits6KKTwnbqfAz-614hRiKBrGcbf3WAshz526MgjSuYIpsPxv3KIDDedMzk72kw/s400/jason+and+candace+love+cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591550479163852050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>SPRING BREAK 2011</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sally and I on the flying fish ride at Seaworld. </div><div style="text-align: center;">P.s. I have a newfound love for dolphins? I do.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6T7M5_5YUUd9cqCZvQzObh-T2xOLZiuhyphenhyphen-vkcjozZPL2MU7Cu16cAj13WSZINNGK5DR1ey8UJJ2Ffhdu4b9K2Z_vSysGZUlV561rwimB3wMqy_eZQpp-_jf7OPPq73-_-fG07fkzeHk8/s1600/spring+break+rachel+sally+kiss.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6T7M5_5YUUd9cqCZvQzObh-T2xOLZiuhyphenhyphen-vkcjozZPL2MU7Cu16cAj13WSZINNGK5DR1ey8UJJ2Ffhdu4b9K2Z_vSysGZUlV561rwimB3wMqy_eZQpp-_jf7OPPq73-_-fG07fkzeHk8/s400/spring+break+rachel+sally+kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591550477430363170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I would like to formally request of my father to make one of these. It's just two stretchy tarps! Who knew it would be soo fun to bounce back and forth between them? Very soothing actually.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NMDPAr7UDn-kGTHG4AiIrnpSab-r4q_1s-xuRtll2wvCH1V97gQXIU0oIR_TNkJG0cqZNozhY3HUzYunbSoYHrKI2ezNOe8wbUKNFOftG0e8XNZWMKqApJkjcZytF5euQF6sbUJEzdM/s1600/spring+break+rachel+errin.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NMDPAr7UDn-kGTHG4AiIrnpSab-r4q_1s-xuRtll2wvCH1V97gQXIU0oIR_TNkJG0cqZNozhY3HUzYunbSoYHrKI2ezNOe8wbUKNFOftG0e8XNZWMKqApJkjcZytF5euQF6sbUJEzdM/s400/spring+break+rachel+errin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591550476578801762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">We love when grandma shares her beach hats with us :)</div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK35zDTH2sq-myHOGmiXNKiV3kL16TVyUBUMCaJiMAmTMsTg16eBU_52acJuM3jLBBQwRRJScXmAqBBdToD3MoTuI16Pbjj8vk7nNdzTbeSZdDKDTRSVXhg4ZazU2bZ0mnnPN5AcN-_bo/s1600/spring+break+sisters+hats.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK35zDTH2sq-myHOGmiXNKiV3kL16TVyUBUMCaJiMAmTMsTg16eBU_52acJuM3jLBBQwRRJScXmAqBBdToD3MoTuI16Pbjj8vk7nNdzTbeSZdDKDTRSVXhg4ZazU2bZ0mnnPN5AcN-_bo/s400/spring+break+sisters+hats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591549933892725330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Shauna takes cute pictures.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ygvnD1WQxUrXxJ_dfr-rYeDv6skAnpaMgyy9iXrDY3OoTJp3YaGK-rjO2K1CKexSaw-6Bh1gyMpEIGg4-3fKHuYXDISHGpyo-xyZe9WT4e6JrMVBw7BvbD5VXXjTIYw6RBYxb-UPz4M/s1600/spring+break+rachel+hat.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ygvnD1WQxUrXxJ_dfr-rYeDv6skAnpaMgyy9iXrDY3OoTJp3YaGK-rjO2K1CKexSaw-6Bh1gyMpEIGg4-3fKHuYXDISHGpyo-xyZe9WT4e6JrMVBw7BvbD5VXXjTIYw6RBYxb-UPz4M/s400/spring+break+rachel+hat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591549931098485842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Gwen and James playing dress up :)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZtKYcePZRQNxRYEAo-1BNBI7gczE5Q5Wxh4sDIPD8nzUcLdtFkwilb9HNQSKOvaAWDkED0NWZ6bvDK7K875E2P7XFo60RA9adj4ycqxNxI6O7TCB6udVdriMhUVioTl-4EK0iboH-eW8/s1600/DSCN3045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZtKYcePZRQNxRYEAo-1BNBI7gczE5Q5Wxh4sDIPD8nzUcLdtFkwilb9HNQSKOvaAWDkED0NWZ6bvDK7K875E2P7XFo60RA9adj4ycqxNxI6O7TCB6udVdriMhUVioTl-4EK0iboH-eW8/s400/DSCN3045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591549930147393426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Cole cannot stay away from Derek! Notice the empty couch on the right? Nope. Cole jumps right on top of Derek and declares them snuglets. Yes, snuglets. Ok i love my brothers. And General Conference with them!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoKYa5f3lTAiBe5uJKLflUU3aiVUiWIowhPla0QF2cX7DdGEnPqDEXhSfS0VFxlzkdCProvYI2bqFxhGJD9JoAwFLlyegWmDeIHbk7KUVb3F2bHcSdT5b8VGKEMIW8iLNiigmK0I_J6vQ/s1600/DSCN3060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoKYa5f3lTAiBe5uJKLflUU3aiVUiWIowhPla0QF2cX7DdGEnPqDEXhSfS0VFxlzkdCProvYI2bqFxhGJD9JoAwFLlyegWmDeIHbk7KUVb3F2bHcSdT5b8VGKEMIW8iLNiigmK0I_J6vQ/s400/DSCN3060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591549920988468098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Chorale! Yes we do look like we are at a summer camp.. but this design was voted for the t-shirts so this design it is! None other than my Sadies date, Joey, designed em!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pqqc7ZwFCf7-UwRz0rrBGVqT-CWPVnHrYt02h2DDYAz18R9978jXsZhGZo3r8B9zf0GSlhZqkCwEx1ykTVBlp0bFWSvFycRdegjlproTxP4g96fsm00sZxgZGc274omFT7esj9J7zAs/s1600/DSCN3057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pqqc7ZwFCf7-UwRz0rrBGVqT-CWPVnHrYt02h2DDYAz18R9978jXsZhGZo3r8B9zf0GSlhZqkCwEx1ykTVBlp0bFWSvFycRdegjlproTxP4g96fsm00sZxgZGc274omFT7esj9J7zAs/s400/DSCN3057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591549917997883442" /></a><br /><div>I feel like I have more happy things to say and pictures to share, but this is lengthy anyway, so we'll save those for another post! But life is happy! And SPRING is happy! Spring smells!! I'll never get over these orange blossoms.</div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-6803538196545790792011-02-16T21:03:00.000-08:002011-02-16T21:28:00.775-08:00JazzSadiesFlowersOvercast<div>Last weekend was filled with so much JAZZ and DANCING and FUN!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The jazz part was Jazz Mad up in Flagstaff with our jazz choirs. I love jazz and I don't care who hates it. We performed, laughed, ate, and bonded! All very good things! I don't know how i will survive without Encore after I graduate.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Schreiber (most amazing devoted choir teacher ever) with four of his encore girls!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sarah, Lindsey, Me, and Alex :)</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPnbW-JeZuzLGGcJpIIhAu7MfcC142QgA27G6VaLMcncg7Xvn-eQ0USm7Lc-6lfq6L8_WFqZtMQsTShY2Bcn0KOaMQCvaumCczVPs-7n-4FlDmaBXYDDvBc5Ee2KCkARKKSmk0KNAwgFc/s400/DSCN3022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574520590283249362" /><br /><div>Sadies=Incredible! I always secretly wanted to ask Joey to Sadies even when I barely knew him as a sophomore and I am SO HAPPY I did this year! This guy is the epitome of a perfect date. Courteous, respectful, easygoing, and FUN! We were Indians.<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXvDKvIp-zog793H7PAJarq2nMM1ny6hOglnYLSw4AXoYV86XneF38seVfZK4RQN-6oralVyWBhfudqUoeTkuepuB1DdbJp7eDiKbImVx-r7xX_XABrO4bVdyiZMRMPUb2KdKEzWRZt0/s1600/DSCN3026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXvDKvIp-zog793H7PAJarq2nMM1ny6hOglnYLSw4AXoYV86XneF38seVfZK4RQN-6oralVyWBhfudqUoeTkuepuB1DdbJp7eDiKbImVx-r7xX_XABrO4bVdyiZMRMPUb2KdKEzWRZt0/s400/DSCN3026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574520589608928066" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcLn1Hpmsy-jl4Tp82t9pl61UnbRaIe7FECzspZcjCjwXLXcP3WaVbdcWCTmyzDfWvGxr_Rk7f7oTWIB3jyZ6UnqquLuU_iHBKBCR3q79ruLWuq6FV2k2_h0xSEkU3vEc8Lxoae9-aiw/s1600/IMG_3894-1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMcLn1Hpmsy-jl4Tp82t9pl61UnbRaIe7FECzspZcjCjwXLXcP3WaVbdcWCTmyzDfWvGxr_Rk7f7oTWIB3jyZ6UnqquLuU_iHBKBCR3q79ruLWuq6FV2k2_h0xSEkU3vEc8Lxoae9-aiw/s400/IMG_3894-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574520581419604082" /></a>You better believe it we danced like Indians. We hid our shoes under the bleachers and ran around like crazy! (literally. around the crowd in the dance floor). This is in close running with being a Tiger. Hm.. what's more fun: crawling and pouncing or shooting invisible bows and dancing around imaginary fires? I can't decide myself. I'm not sure how everyone else at the dance felt about us but all i know is that I had <b>genuine</b> fun! We both got blisters and we're proud of them.</div><div><br /></div><div>The only sad thing in my life right now is that we forgot to plant sweet peas in time for spring this year :( That means no walking back and forth between the orange blossoms and sweet peas in the yard. I'll have to steal my grandmother's. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>Today was overcast. I can't stop my emotions from being happy on an overcast day. :)</div></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-53236839411772083792011-02-06T14:56:00.000-08:002011-02-16T21:30:39.636-08:00LOVE is in the Air<div style="text-align: center;">Since this is the month of <b>LOVE</b>,</div><div style="text-align: center;">let's <b>LOVE </b>some things.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Some <b>LOVE</b>s in my life that are not pictured are these:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul><li>I <b>LOVE</b> where I work, because i see someone I know everytime I work, without fail. To expound on that, I especially <b>LOVE</b> when people visit me.</li><li>I <b>LOVE</b> fast Sundays, and devoted Sunday School teachers</li><li>I <b>LOVE</b> interactive group games (like from last night's super amazing day activity)</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, the pictures.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Beginning with these two<span class="Apple-style-span"><b> LOVE</b></span>birds. Congratulations To my dear broseph, Jason, and future sissy, Candace, for their engagement! True<b><span class="Apple-style-span"> LOVE</span></b>.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHw_sUE73qN5X4tJ0gFsBYmSt2Oo2HVRMYyqivdc1B2Y64GPnGKk0x6yyksE9NefP0URoecIUsMOl1rRY6auNClOro4NBkBW8bslYUsYnZYdy7dE_8c8xmxPI2alo_3Q0zHuAJye2zCQI/s1600/IMG_3850.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHw_sUE73qN5X4tJ0gFsBYmSt2Oo2HVRMYyqivdc1B2Y64GPnGKk0x6yyksE9NefP0URoecIUsMOl1rRY6auNClOro4NBkBW8bslYUsYnZYdy7dE_8c8xmxPI2alo_3Q0zHuAJye2zCQI/s400/IMG_3850.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570718212454591682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And what better way to welcome her into the family than to hide in the creepy crevice above the garage door before family dinner! Welcome Candace! Brotherly-sisterly <b><span class="Apple-style-span">LOVE</span></b>.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyumUQe0tnelnkOXiHhCLxOTSlB5xvkQIAxJSJ_TlBlTC3juSoPhyphenhyphenngbAEqhSLyzg8h4Efg1wESC5eOWOwZmMFMs-Ccu3b8-5INYRq0HeYuBAbHeYeJPMZ8B-TPlKzhmU9_ub0JjR1ypw/s1600/IMG_3849.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyumUQe0tnelnkOXiHhCLxOTSlB5xvkQIAxJSJ_TlBlTC3juSoPhyphenhyphenngbAEqhSLyzg8h4Efg1wESC5eOWOwZmMFMs-Ccu3b8-5INYRq0HeYuBAbHeYeJPMZ8B-TPlKzhmU9_ub0JjR1ypw/s400/IMG_3849.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570718154496810962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cousin <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>LOVE</b></span> is quite strong as well. This at the wedding of their sister, Katie, who (whaddya know) is in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">LOVE</span> with her husband!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF6xlpfX4RfMmwoCoGwzMGIty9rWpu3sDx7mdfn4i-y_qzYkF0TiO2j8jBojOemfGTc0hidAD8LdfxIGdM4R0ns89LFLabGCNIEzySZpX9MObO7aspMmLyppI7JLuVil6tgyAXNRK7Ync/s1600/rachel+leah+emily.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF6xlpfX4RfMmwoCoGwzMGIty9rWpu3sDx7mdfn4i-y_qzYkF0TiO2j8jBojOemfGTc0hidAD8LdfxIGdM4R0ns89LFLabGCNIEzySZpX9MObO7aspMmLyppI7JLuVil6tgyAXNRK7Ync/s400/rachel+leah+emily.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570718047766714194" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Primary colors hand holding <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>LOVE</b></span>. On a <b><span class="Apple-style-span">LOVE</span></b>ly fun date with Adam!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUkx52k4aSFsjZfpfB2Jlx7rK4-C5HUgo2gNULrghBJFvycFwUqTjuvlMFK2GQu8HekJ5jKf4fGLNKQ8Xm0a_ls4lhFHG2UPcbnqbIoj2r3ExvMw-UH2RcZxG-wQ8lDKjeb5IgHZgxE8/s1600/color+hand+holding.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUkx52k4aSFsjZfpfB2Jlx7rK4-C5HUgo2gNULrghBJFvycFwUqTjuvlMFK2GQu8HekJ5jKf4fGLNKQ8Xm0a_ls4lhFHG2UPcbnqbIoj2r3ExvMw-UH2RcZxG-wQ8lDKjeb5IgHZgxE8/s400/color+hand+holding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570717761137309010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">LOVE</span></b> for my dear Burt who is officially up and running!!! No one will ever <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>LOVE</b></span> Burt the Champ like I do.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSFmeMbEE9h_hJyz2vMCzZW2xRcP-HIusdCrIawSaQG5MnTsnhj1F1IqI6Jq-6oWhpJA19zk1-18ofcPHHC_TdkyVDwYIS1hAWtMWkkt4e2r196jQ3sG-7iydpL0m6maG82C6Xygu_bs/s1600/DSCN3012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSFmeMbEE9h_hJyz2vMCzZW2xRcP-HIusdCrIawSaQG5MnTsnhj1F1IqI6Jq-6oWhpJA19zk1-18ofcPHHC_TdkyVDwYIS1hAWtMWkkt4e2r196jQ3sG-7iydpL0m6maG82C6Xygu_bs/s400/DSCN3012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570716262415353586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And soon, he'll have windows that roll down, working AC, and a radio! I <b><span class="Apple-style-span">LOVE</span></b> him.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC2i1pDCXjiom2bEgezKuKHo_VcWvn3Ogx5o5pBvDOBBe2i1FhUTjjP3oJwR_2fZDZeAnlv-oWtbERJkytdl1YyRBt4inL1z7IanDDiVZ-F1WxgswBxVYTa5zIQBvIBeUvuCBFl2ldNfc/s1600/DSCN2999.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC2i1pDCXjiom2bEgezKuKHo_VcWvn3Ogx5o5pBvDOBBe2i1FhUTjjP3oJwR_2fZDZeAnlv-oWtbERJkytdl1YyRBt4inL1z7IanDDiVZ-F1WxgswBxVYTa5zIQBvIBeUvuCBFl2ldNfc/s400/DSCN2999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570716256209772338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>LOVE</b></span> between Cole and our frozen trampoline. Which leads to my <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>LOVE</b></span> for cold weather and warm jackets.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS974sj6Ub559GqrShgMdfK-Q7mkWSWFD-oUSiHcMtQE-yrLx7no4Enon7rm3JU9AQ_c3-pdj6i6RcaJq0bJzmmJEE1RoLJIbTVqYvCQC9HXFFTHdjKGL3a2fWzfdKuuI2MZExjnK4qEk/s1600/IMG_3855.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS974sj6Ub559GqrShgMdfK-Q7mkWSWFD-oUSiHcMtQE-yrLx7no4Enon7rm3JU9AQ_c3-pdj6i6RcaJq0bJzmmJEE1RoLJIbTVqYvCQC9HXFFTHdjKGL3a2fWzfdKuuI2MZExjnK4qEk/s400/IMG_3855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570715864813482274" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>LOVE</b></span> that i asked this boy, Joey, to Sadies, and that we had the greatest time ever on our day activity yesterday! We concur that dates are more fun.. when you act like animals. There you have it, I <b><span class="Apple-style-span">LOVE</span></b> being crazy and immature. I must while I can!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Ob7NrFmGPIKcBkGI6Vd2RzgrCIXEhrVpJhudVKHoUjJ8RzoWCru9qypi-y9G58BRw9b52nkxNWknrc7N1CQ9zX5J32-wQrBonxxGmZY_CXDIjAG_JQ172Ll2DbhuqNpu7nS-UJu7Dck/s1600/DSCN2767.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Ob7NrFmGPIKcBkGI6Vd2RzgrCIXEhrVpJhudVKHoUjJ8RzoWCru9qypi-y9G58BRw9b52nkxNWknrc7N1CQ9zX5J32-wQrBonxxGmZY_CXDIjAG_JQ172Ll2DbhuqNpu7nS-UJu7Dck/s400/DSCN2767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570715495163555762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>LOVE</b></span> that his parents answered for him while we were on the day activity, and that this is how it was done.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicS73-2k-Z3YfZ7KUvPG5D5r5nuVin7cZqvHp0bcZhpkbtyo6z7r0HpT_6JgEkb_m3TFNX0e0gvKpiTzeBQmnONEZvvRz2b4RXNJtaGMulNYGe5qDCsf2uVYegjeYaK2eq1LVX37c19_g/s1600/DSCN3019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicS73-2k-Z3YfZ7KUvPG5D5r5nuVin7cZqvHp0bcZhpkbtyo6z7r0HpT_6JgEkb_m3TFNX0e0gvKpiTzeBQmnONEZvvRz2b4RXNJtaGMulNYGe5qDCsf2uVYegjeYaK2eq1LVX37c19_g/s400/DSCN3019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570715307370903154" /></a></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-83946881061503699292011-01-19T15:33:00.000-08:002011-01-19T16:00:45.708-08:00Tanner is The Man.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMpO-4dg6Z6Nu0QJt_I0O9AzLKX8-19HhxG4GusvUuJEz9H5_yj8MHwhTneA44hQkcosNwxN5-yrmL56vRiVcnYk4REglRbn1iErMQn5cdLwpwnTryd3wgWP7SLFr8nCTxFxQgXuT1vw/s1600/DSCN2465.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMpO-4dg6Z6Nu0QJt_I0O9AzLKX8-19HhxG4GusvUuJEz9H5_yj8MHwhTneA44hQkcosNwxN5-yrmL56vRiVcnYk4REglRbn1iErMQn5cdLwpwnTryd3wgWP7SLFr8nCTxFxQgXuT1vw/s400/DSCN2465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564050109253702242" /></a>Congratulations Tanner on your JAPAN MISSION CALL! I get giddy thinking about it for you, i am super excited. I am proud of you for being worthy to serve a mission and you are wonderful and amazing! Get ready to be converted, Japanese people.<div style="text-align: center;">p.s. you should model.</div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-66299218499851400092011-01-10T21:42:00.000-08:002011-04-03T18:31:21.706-07:00Phases Happen<div>Phases of being obsessed with different music of course! I've gone through many types.. but nothing hits the spot like good ol' Saturday's Warrior. Ok, so the movie is incredibly awkward to watch.. but if you close your eyes, the songs are amazing! All the uplifting messages and happiness of Eternal Life! Anyway, that's my music phase right now.</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/121/m_e87007ba8311da929e2fe1c617ec87c7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 169px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/121/m_e87007ba8311da929e2fe1c617ec87c7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/121/m_e87007ba8311da929e2fe1c617ec87c7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><div>Feel free to sing the tunes in your heads. You know you love them.</div><div><br /><div><i>*We've got a father and mother, sister and brother, pullin' together we can WORK IT OUT!</i></div><div><i>*The circle of our love is more than just a rising sun that sets. The circle of our love it goes forever... The circle of our love extends beyond the reach of time. Beyond the span of days and years, it goes forever.</i></div></div><div><i>*We are not the ordinary, fearless and extraordinary. Workin' righteous Hari Kari, In our humble way!</i></div><div><i>*I'm sailin' on i'm not a stranger, my faith will ride through wind and tide and stormy sea, I'm sailin on out of the harbor.</i></div><div><i>*A nose is a nose like a rose is a rose, as everybody knows! But may we propose that the rosiest nose is the one that clearly shows!</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I guess I'll stop now. Anyway, I love that music. No denying it. We have it on old cassette and I need in on CD for Slick Rick (my ipod).</div></div></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-79706619678898328082011-01-10T21:03:00.001-08:002011-01-10T21:31:32.184-08:00Shout Out To My Dawg<div><div>The one and only!</div><div>We met under a rainbow..We share cousins..We played Russian orphans, Polly's, Beanie Babies, Barbies, Kee-Kar, walked on walls and anything else you could ever name as children..We were best friends since childhood, but had to get over the awkwardness of attending the same school in Junior High.. She was cool, I wasn't..We met in the middle and did things like prank call, dress up, go to Disneyland and croquet in Junior High..We had a wonderful year of EFY..We are now seniors in high school..we have some similar friends, and some different..We don't plan on going our separate ways after graduation..We have the same plans so far, infact!</div><div>That is just a short tiny history of our life together. We are like sisters. We get over things quick and although we don't hug or say "i love you" all the time like a normal pair of girlfriends, we are BEST FRIENDS.</div><div>I am happy she has always been there for me.</div><div>Like the time she called one late night and I was bawling because there was a scorpion in my room. Or the time she called me because she was bawling about the betrayal of a friend.</div><div>But especially what keeps us together is our standards. We know who we are and we have testimonies that strengthen, and keep us on common ground, because we have different opinions in just about everything else.</div><div>P.s. she drives me to school so that's cool and nice of her.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">SKYLER</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gh7_jxDyotss8FFmPQiyB3NF-a-j9mYq8QJbrjmVl-gCAajvW1tjlI3WhWN2mX5Dr-YsKbFj9iEu807-DSHjH6tR1n5LbiumtMngENSzhgXsTwBrCXLC66B68QBTGyMjvLeYUB9VW6k/s1600/skyler.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gh7_jxDyotss8FFmPQiyB3NF-a-j9mYq8QJbrjmVl-gCAajvW1tjlI3WhWN2mX5Dr-YsKbFj9iEu807-DSHjH6tR1n5LbiumtMngENSzhgXsTwBrCXLC66B68QBTGyMjvLeYUB9VW6k/s400/skyler.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560796569085574386" /></a><div><br /></div><div>This tender post was inspired by her creating a blog. Check it out. <div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.iwishicouldthinkofsomethingcool.blogspot.com">www.iwishicouldthinkofsomethingcool.blogspot.com</a></div></div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008784632960863902.post-20078462835612801142011-01-04T15:02:00.000-08:002011-01-04T15:18:06.125-08:00HOLLA for the Holidays!<div>Christmas at home with Shauna, Brent and their families in town. Then New Years in Cali with them! Here goes!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gwen was my little baby on New Years Eve. She got lots of good candy from the pinata!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTE9fMrezkY3WsKhU6kiWjTFVzQaQNApkTd8ksEz_TFMVgwn9abEWdKKaPlKHnS0CYhMZ5Q1us6akpEnl_m2Z2-DQR3rcL7Vyqi8sqUfGj3doZD0ZqHUHrByNMakrCQEDcPbviruvLWc8/s1600/Rachel+Gwen+pinata+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTE9fMrezkY3WsKhU6kiWjTFVzQaQNApkTd8ksEz_TFMVgwn9abEWdKKaPlKHnS0CYhMZ5Q1us6akpEnl_m2Z2-DQR3rcL7Vyqi8sqUfGj3doZD0ZqHUHrByNMakrCQEDcPbviruvLWc8/s400/Rachel+Gwen+pinata+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558471898197625426" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas morning! Line up youngest to oldest!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOYdFkRE9CSZUOdDInz1Z57olhhaGB7eyhjR4lElHvBWi2BGs7z2dcwE2RAz3qnzQ3KlN5C2QtNhv75FGLMO_qg39ddlsBjT_42mk3jRT9BqzDqs5G_DGhoccMKW9_srtsIcipH4cfTR8/s1600/Rachel+Christmas+morning.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOYdFkRE9CSZUOdDInz1Z57olhhaGB7eyhjR4lElHvBWi2BGs7z2dcwE2RAz3qnzQ3KlN5C2QtNhv75FGLMO_qg39ddlsBjT_42mk3jRT9BqzDqs5G_DGhoccMKW9_srtsIcipH4cfTR8/s400/Rachel+Christmas+morning.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558471894769627442" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I am now eighteen!!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqvs-Fhyphenhyphen4JzNcWWXBKsueqQIFusyQ-Smz4LbNU17LoSprPNBCJEKfiLdY1zma2ZA7nMqwDQRjg2qMGJnXsLU9tzcs8wZK6ER0cyyGWsc5dBQn8JP8I3BFUIxVLxZk5D6jQGWYuew3dD4/s1600/Rachel+18+B-day.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqvs-Fhyphenhyphen4JzNcWWXBKsueqQIFusyQ-Smz4LbNU17LoSprPNBCJEKfiLdY1zma2ZA7nMqwDQRjg2qMGJnXsLU9tzcs8wZK6ER0cyyGWsc5dBQn8JP8I3BFUIxVLxZk5D6jQGWYuew3dD4/s400/Rachel+18+B-day.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558471891894940114" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Point Loma Lighthouse</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP0Piy0RbAe4qksjryrvf4MCIFML1LCXFNSNY0u1qsiOtZRrv1ywuCqoRaKG7VoYlInu849hmx1wR_r7JvArHRYwP-D588awxCqveVwptoxt4-kh3FahHRJKt42deZiRaoKHmH3YkWxss/s1600/Rachel+Errin+Shauna+Marla.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP0Piy0RbAe4qksjryrvf4MCIFML1LCXFNSNY0u1qsiOtZRrv1ywuCqoRaKG7VoYlInu849hmx1wR_r7JvArHRYwP-D588awxCqveVwptoxt4-kh3FahHRJKt42deZiRaoKHmH3YkWxss/s400/Rachel+Errin+Shauna+Marla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558471664317180882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLd81f5XkiDCZ8adL0WiLDoHYotUyBojwHMeqDMOgixP_eJmFupqvxbfYKMFWaxV997LsVrikaWavDDU6bkH1sdb9zAc6zo3T7Vx837vKOOIII1je0ZdLBnUoksTWsMSaxLcJzilT9YY/s1600/Rachel+Beach+Rocks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZLd81f5XkiDCZ8adL0WiLDoHYotUyBojwHMeqDMOgixP_eJmFupqvxbfYKMFWaxV997LsVrikaWavDDU6bkH1sdb9zAc6zo3T7Vx837vKOOIII1je0ZdLBnUoksTWsMSaxLcJzilT9YY/s400/Rachel+Beach+Rocks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558471660715623250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugKrQbEqJYkKJokkjbVDeNb_xJHiTwOSP3OoggNqaL6fPjtP7zKoVgG2KSEJH6f0d55FIEkMqS4weeVIs40FmORn89GTw3NrssUTj2ESbFRphq3zdFrVd-YFx_2-kcT8aIw_W9hIpSBI/s1600/Rachel+Sally.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugKrQbEqJYkKJokkjbVDeNb_xJHiTwOSP3OoggNqaL6fPjtP7zKoVgG2KSEJH6f0d55FIEkMqS4weeVIs40FmORn89GTw3NrssUTj2ESbFRphq3zdFrVd-YFx_2-kcT8aIw_W9hIpSBI/s400/Rachel+Sally.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558471658049044274" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Polar Bear Club! What better way to end 2010 and start 2011 than to jump in the ocean at midnight! It definitely made my list of Top 5 Most Exhilarating things I've ever done.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOAtzgnPAM14bDs0ngdmXu4ZFVXLoyunOmqmQLCALJV15rFob2Py_AN1SGNcYM_klq8OzACZUbitaPSZLAjxz0isalPP56JZny3H_bPQG9Ji-FzPUW0vvMG8-03WXvgR3SJn93hF7N5Bs/s1600/Rachel+Siblings+Polar+Bear+Club.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOAtzgnPAM14bDs0ngdmXu4ZFVXLoyunOmqmQLCALJV15rFob2Py_AN1SGNcYM_klq8OzACZUbitaPSZLAjxz0isalPP56JZny3H_bPQG9Ji-FzPUW0vvMG8-03WXvgR3SJn93hF7N5Bs/s400/Rachel+Siblings+Polar+Bear+Club.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558471658093268114" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">I love Drew, Drew loves baby swings.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGeL0BAh_XP1fCkW_60JMqJUrlFCPsnnjcu5Y6R6gZuiPrsonhcOh5YPBl00aqCpYsyn5XIt4h4JP7X3wVM0C6z3bZP5_5nIhFmaJojd3HXL8lmhK8RR8yBmxyMDAO9rFshnyPNonJNOI/s1600/Rachel+Swinging+Drew.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGeL0BAh_XP1fCkW_60JMqJUrlFCPsnnjcu5Y6R6gZuiPrsonhcOh5YPBl00aqCpYsyn5XIt4h4JP7X3wVM0C6z3bZP5_5nIhFmaJojd3HXL8lmhK8RR8yBmxyMDAO9rFshnyPNonJNOI/s400/Rachel+Swinging+Drew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558471119870236386" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">My New Years kiss: a racket!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7a9n9zaNuyXTRzCHYXA02NWuuHFZow_7bnS6TA8UH8suPX79sw1TuftJKyqG7EPYglt5XceKphxbadRwZNCGV8wDI0NXa4Mc5CMqtFZ0iavaemVBrgimzeZP8EEMatweb9FHNUdceqSM/s1600/Rachel+Sally+Jones.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7a9n9zaNuyXTRzCHYXA02NWuuHFZow_7bnS6TA8UH8suPX79sw1TuftJKyqG7EPYglt5XceKphxbadRwZNCGV8wDI0NXa4Mc5CMqtFZ0iavaemVBrgimzeZP8EEMatweb9FHNUdceqSM/s400/Rachel+Sally+Jones.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558471000948254450" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Airplane!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sfsQwwrNSoCxcpAA6eDkjRmqIKS-mEykuL1mDoGGpB-bfqb2gbfhbrdpzMcECGsaWcJXPdAy4q8bxBzULzEE3KGvvWlrq3i6LpexwavL0k4ztHEZVJ94Mh8Y1zHSQTvtY0vYhSvxfio/s1600/Rachel+Drew+Airplane+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4sfsQwwrNSoCxcpAA6eDkjRmqIKS-mEykuL1mDoGGpB-bfqb2gbfhbrdpzMcECGsaWcJXPdAy4q8bxBzULzEE3KGvvWlrq3i6LpexwavL0k4ztHEZVJ94Mh8Y1zHSQTvtY0vYhSvxfio/s400/Rachel+Drew+Airplane+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558470868821147634" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Bikes on the Beach :)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSqjvYe882xWV0C9MaZReIsCnuSq4hTug-p6-1PgQ4pP3bS1aWOj3fvujw0gsEKvc6EolJuhOi_MtfflByHBnkAOUoffP0yW38ytQhsRC73Od30OaKDYw2becQEzRqnob7cMxB2gyA-9c/s1600/Rachel+Jones+Drew.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSqjvYe882xWV0C9MaZReIsCnuSq4hTug-p6-1PgQ4pP3bS1aWOj3fvujw0gsEKvc6EolJuhOi_MtfflByHBnkAOUoffP0yW38ytQhsRC73Od30OaKDYw2becQEzRqnob7cMxB2gyA-9c/s400/Rachel+Jones+Drew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558470734419643618" /></a><br /></div><div>So ya, I loved the holidays. I loved the break from school. I loved all the time spent with my family! Looking through my facebook album of my senior year, I realized that my nieces and nephews ARE my senior year! And I am ok with that! I love them a whole lot :)</div>Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12943378437339102153noreply@blogger.com5