<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519</id><updated>2012-01-08T17:26:00.505-08:00</updated><category term='excitement'/><category term='road trip'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='the church of jesus christ of latter-day saints'/><category term='nightmare'/><category term='family history'/><category term='tractor'/><category term='catastrophes'/><category term='farmer&apos;s market'/><category term='driving'/><category term='love'/><category term='genealogy'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>From the Middle to the End</title><subtitle type='html'>Inquire Within</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>235</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-7359632044390409305</id><published>2012-01-04T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:26:26.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year for a new me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;So here's an update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran 10 miles.  10 miles hurts--especially up and down hills.  This week we're running 12.  Holy cow, when did I ever think I would be able to run 12 miles?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This year I resolve to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Run a marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read the entire Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Focus on the positive things that happen each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learn more about financial investing so we don't live as broke artists and teachers for the rest of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I resolve to do that I will keep my little secret, but something that I was reading today really gave me the encouragement I need to press on.  This is from an article called &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ensign/2012/01/recognizing-gods-hand-in-our-daily-blessings?lang=eng"&gt;"Recognizing God's Hand in Our Daily Blessings," by D. Todd Christofferson&lt;/a&gt;  he is speaking of a financial problem that his family struggled with, but I feel can be applied to many different struggles in life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class=""&gt;"There  were times when I had exhausted all my resources, when I had nowhere  and no one to turn to for help to meet the exigency before me. With no  other recourse, more than once I fell down before my Heavenly Father,  begging in tears for His help. And He did help. Sometimes it was nothing  more than a sense of peace, a feeling of assurance that things would  work out. I might not see how or what the path would be, but He gave me  to know that, directly or indirectly, He would open a way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class=""&gt;Though  I suffered then, I am grateful now that there was not a quick solution  to my problem. The fact that I was forced to turn to God for help almost  daily over an extended period of years taught me how to truly pray and  get answers to prayer and taught me in a practical way to have faith in  God. I came to know my Savior and my Heavenly Father in a way and to a  degree that might not have happened otherwise or that might have taken  me much longer."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know that I will learn a lesson from this and I know that if I continue to pray and trust in God that he will bless me and help me to accomplish ALL my goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-7359632044390409305?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/7359632044390409305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=7359632044390409305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7359632044390409305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7359632044390409305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-heres-update-we-ran-10-miles.html' title='A new year for a new me.'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-4716568175836063609</id><published>2011-12-31T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T09:24:59.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a week of celebrating, we made it back home just in time for the REI sale.  Noah took off early this morning in search of more things to curb his appetite for camping, hiking, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a FANTASTIC Christmas in Chicago where we ate delicious foods, watched copious amounts of movies, and enjoyed time with the fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly nothing strange happened to us, except perhaps the very drunk individuals on the plane who discussed: relationships, alcohol, and the woes of not being able to get drunk enough on a tight budget in Utah.  They progressively talked about these same things in a louder tone of voice throughout the plane ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only picture from the entire trip is Noah riding Sandy at the grocery store,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HpuCG7w55Ug/Tv9FJt2b5ZI/AAAAAAAABQA/NB-Zi797TgU/s1600/noah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HpuCG7w55Ug/Tv9FJt2b5ZI/AAAAAAAABQA/NB-Zi797TgU/s320/noah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692344487248651666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-4716568175836063609?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/4716568175836063609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=4716568175836063609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4716568175836063609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4716568175836063609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-did-it.html' title='We did it!'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HpuCG7w55Ug/Tv9FJt2b5ZI/AAAAAAAABQA/NB-Zi797TgU/s72-c/noah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-8893467212383575574</id><published>2011-12-14T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:11:08.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 1/2 Years of Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8zb6dM4wyo/TuksyjCem8I/AAAAAAAABPo/6burfwpt3gY/s1600/IMG_0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8zb6dM4wyo/TuksyjCem8I/AAAAAAAABPo/6burfwpt3gY/s320/IMG_0257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686125251442678722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9gR_S0AaHk/TuksywjqhNI/AAAAAAAABPw/N93m2hiINto/s1600/IMG_0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9gR_S0AaHk/TuksywjqhNI/AAAAAAAABPw/N93m2hiINto/s320/IMG_0260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686125255071532242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and one beautiful, REAL Christmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-8893467212383575574?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/8893467212383575574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=8893467212383575574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8893467212383575574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8893467212383575574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-12-years-of-marriage.html' title='2 1/2 Years of Marriage'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8zb6dM4wyo/TuksyjCem8I/AAAAAAAABPo/6burfwpt3gY/s72-c/IMG_0257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-8914369443010811629</id><published>2011-12-03T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T21:11:11.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Nicole,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that Friday was the sixth time someone told me I looked like you.  At my weekly Friday meeting the fifth grade teachers at my school decided I am your love child and are unsure whether I'm really born of my goodly parents.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dk3cSnaYX_E/Ttr_9Dw6iYI/AAAAAAAABPE/gVYezakRh3w/s1600/nicolekidman"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dk3cSnaYX_E/Ttr_9Dw6iYI/AAAAAAAABPE/gVYezakRh3w/s320/nicolekidman" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682135304328874370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5GIi0nNk5U/Ttr_9NtWNLI/AAAAAAAABPQ/SwzHAnlLVFg/s1600/nicolekidman1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5GIi0nNk5U/Ttr_9NtWNLI/AAAAAAAABPQ/SwzHAnlLVFg/s320/nicolekidman1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682135306998265010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We should hang out and be twinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Apparently I have Tom's smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-8914369443010811629?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/8914369443010811629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=8914369443010811629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8914369443010811629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8914369443010811629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-nicole.html' title='Dear Nicole,'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dk3cSnaYX_E/Ttr_9Dw6iYI/AAAAAAAABPE/gVYezakRh3w/s72-c/nicolekidman' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-1605530683104680807</id><published>2011-11-29T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T20:29:24.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for a Thankful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For Thanksgiving I was in charge of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Green Bean Casserole&lt;br /&gt;Pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/th_IMG_0232.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0202.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/th_IMG_0202.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My pies were dang good.)&lt;br /&gt;Punch&lt;br /&gt;Centerpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0193.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/th_IMG_0193.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was fun to be with friends and to have a low key Thanksgiving. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0226.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/th_IMG_0226.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0222.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/th_IMG_0222.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0213.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/th_IMG_0213.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah learned how to carve a turkey from YouTube and wore such a cute little apron:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0199.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/th_IMG_0199.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/"&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;/a&gt; for the place settings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0197.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/th_IMG_0197.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Thanksgiving we...you guessed it--went hiking!  Unfortunately for our bodies, it was a complete sheet of ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/?action=view&amp;amp;current=photo1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/th_photo1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/?action=view&amp;amp;current=photo5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/th_photo5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlight of the trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the hot springs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Low point of the trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slid over a rock and it went right up my bum.  I lay crying on the trail in the ice for awhile.  We realized that on every hiking trip I end up crying halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm thankful no bones were broken post feasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-1605530683104680807?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/1605530683104680807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=1605530683104680807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1605530683104680807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1605530683104680807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/11/photobucket.html' title='Thanks for a Thankful Day'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Thanksgiving/th_IMG_0232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-6755008082014108700</id><published>2011-11-29T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:23:18.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Race You!</title><content type='html'>"Noah, let's race to see who can get to bed fastest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won because Noah cheated. Cheaters never win Noah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-6755008082014108700?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/6755008082014108700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=6755008082014108700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6755008082014108700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6755008082014108700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/11/race-you.html' title='Race You!'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-4622960948925896358</id><published>2011-11-22T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T20:37:54.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Drivers of Utah,</title><content type='html'>The person in front of you has somewhere important to go too.  When they need to merge, for goodness sake, let them in!  Driving around school buses on the left hand side while it's stopped for children is illegal.  Pull over for ambulances because that could be you one day and you wouldn't want someone else to stop you from getting to the hospital.  When someone is basically in your lane of traffic trying to back out of a stall it's very dangerous to speed around them.  Most of all, it's not just your life you're messing with when you get into a car.  It's mine.  Stop driving like you're the only person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky Coleman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-4622960948925896358?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/4622960948925896358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=4622960948925896358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4622960948925896358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4622960948925896358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/11/dear-drivers-of-utah.html' title='Dear Drivers of Utah,'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-7440290397082810520</id><published>2011-11-13T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:10:40.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Thanks?</title><content type='html'>Technical difficulties have prevented me from being as hilarious as you are all used to.  In the following slideshow please enjoy the following: pictures of Noah in a nightgown (big bag wolf, eh?), pictures of dear Isla's visit, my Thanksgiving banner for the house, the beginning of my quilt, and culinary delicacies we made at Whitney's Halloween party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px;text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;embed width="480" height="360" src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf" flashvars="rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed1180.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fx407%2Fwhippler1%2FStuffs%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Stuffs/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-7440290397082810520?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/7440290397082810520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=7440290397082810520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7440290397082810520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7440290397082810520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-thanks_13.html' title='Halloween Thanks?'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-8933040242743899858</id><published>2011-11-10T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T19:43:47.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anecdotal Notes</title><content type='html'>So I've been talking to some people and trying to recruit them to join me in the marathon we're running in June.  So I've decided to share with each of you my&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet/ccc?key=0AhRwx3xE_REidDVMblBMMFJiMElqdkVKNjF5QW1TNEE"&gt; running schedule.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things of note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We're not going to grad school next year and I'm teaching a third year of school.  Woooooohooooo!&lt;br /&gt;-One of my students is a chronic nose picker.  They ate one of their boogers while I was teaching.&lt;br /&gt;-The nose picker also farted in my classroom AND WAS FANNING IT AT THE STUDENT SITTING NEXT TO THEM.  Needless to say I felt bad for them and then it wafted up my way.  Oh goodness.  I had to make a blanket statement asking anyone who needed to "pass gas" to please leave the room.  "Pass gas?  What's that."  Fart, if anyone needs to fart please leave the classroom.  The whole time they're sitting back there grinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no other things of note at this time.  For further updates please stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-8933040242743899858?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/8933040242743899858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=8933040242743899858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8933040242743899858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8933040242743899858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/11/anecdotal-notes.html' title='Anecdotal Notes'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-1126321985202889419</id><published>2011-10-25T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:37:01.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Hike for Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it was fall break this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Noah and I took advantage of the good weather and we...you guessed it...WENT HIKING!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4140.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4140.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4142.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4142.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is about where Noah LIED and told me we could go to Chik-Fil-A after our hike (I was HUNGRY) and he said no because I forgot my coupon.&lt;br /&gt;The following is an actual transcription:&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I'm not going any farther until you promise me Chik-Fil-A.&lt;br /&gt;Noah continues walking and turns around: Come on.  Does a bear poop in the woods? (Side note: I have always hated this phrase.)&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Sometimes they poop in a meadow.&lt;br /&gt;I begin walking.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  But this bear is going to poop in your mouth if I don't get Chik-Fil-A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4146.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4146.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4148.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4148.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4151.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4151.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4159.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4159.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4165.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4165.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4166.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4166.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4169.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4169.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4170.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4170.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree hugger!&lt;br /&gt;To illustrate this point:&lt;br /&gt;Noah asked me on the hike if we could buy an electric car (WHAT?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;I told him when he learned to put the peanut butter away when he makes a sandwich, then I could trust him to plug in our car every night.&lt;br /&gt;Today, he told me he made TWO sandwiches and put the peanut butter away BOTH times.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not buying an electric car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4174.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4174.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4176.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4176.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4178.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4178.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4179.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4179.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4180.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4181.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4183.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_4186.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4186.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 miles later we were back in civilization.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get over how exhilarating it is to hike somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid this is turning in to a "Noah and I went hiking and camping blog."&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I'm all that sorry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to conquering the obesity epidemic one person at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably a good time to mention that because I felt justified (I hiked 8 miles, duh!) I ate pupusas, a cupcake, ice cream and two dinners yesterday (and today?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a new day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-1126321985202889419?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/1126321985202889419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=1126321985202889419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1126321985202889419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1126321985202889419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/10/photobucket.html' title='Another Hike for Another Day'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/Cottonwood/th_IMG_4140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-5787179854398839754</id><published>2011-10-19T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T15:15:31.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Rie and A Blog about Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was reading my friend &lt;a href="http://itsallpeachesncream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rie's&lt;/a&gt; blog and found this fantastic blog all about color.  She's having a giveaway until Friday which is uber thrilling, so check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://colorissue.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-giveaway-time.html"&gt;The Color Issue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-5787179854398839754?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/5787179854398839754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=5787179854398839754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5787179854398839754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5787179854398839754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-friend-rie-and-blog-about-color.html' title='My Friend Rie and A Blog about Color'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-8837257682226359311</id><published>2011-10-08T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:34:17.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In honor of the season and &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com"&gt;Pinterest &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(because of course that's where the inspiration came from):&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofzmeVF-fis/TpEyDEMRmLI/AAAAAAAABLs/wdNVt4wiWGA/s1600/IMG_4084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofzmeVF-fis/TpEyDEMRmLI/AAAAAAAABLs/wdNVt4wiWGA/s320/IMG_4084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661361234827647154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-8837257682226359311?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/8837257682226359311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=8837257682226359311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8837257682226359311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8837257682226359311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ofzmeVF-fis/TpEyDEMRmLI/AAAAAAAABLs/wdNVt4wiWGA/s72-c/IMG_4084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-4121024345639991593</id><published>2011-10-08T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:28:01.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape from the Train Menace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes the tension gets to be too much with the train by our house so Noah and I escape to the mountains even when it's dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Im9FnPvH4o8/TpDWIQkHFJI/AAAAAAAABKM/sb9vzjeBXSY/s1600/IMG_4088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Im9FnPvH4o8/TpDWIQkHFJI/AAAAAAAABKM/sb9vzjeBXSY/s320/IMG_4088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661260168978437266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wkLv9HeZ2XA/TpDWIhrn04I/AAAAAAAABKU/vBtiXVyaa3k/s1600/IMG_4092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wkLv9HeZ2XA/TpDWIhrn04I/AAAAAAAABKU/vBtiXVyaa3k/s320/IMG_4092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661260173573346178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noah's idea of escaping is a bit more extreme than mine.  I've been wanting to go fall camping for awhile to see the beautiful leaves.  Well we saw some beautiful leaves, but we also encountered a lot more than I had bargained for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LY_C2SD080g/TpEn97PeJKI/AAAAAAAABKc/FFmTpfc6Yts/s1600/IMG_4097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LY_C2SD080g/TpEn97PeJKI/AAAAAAAABKc/FFmTpfc6Yts/s320/IMG_4097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661350151409509538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was definitely cold (duh Becky, it was snowing) and Noah took advantage of my incapacitation and snapped this lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2zuGcWDDxfA/TpEn-PQTdfI/AAAAAAAABKk/_UcRQOW660Q/s1600/IMG_4100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2zuGcWDDxfA/TpEn-PQTdfI/AAAAAAAABKk/_UcRQOW660Q/s320/IMG_4100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661350156781712882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I suppose I deserve it for all the embarrassing photos I've put up of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's Noah in the morning drinking hot cocoa with pumpkin spice marshmallows (yeah we eat good stuff on our trips.  That includes tortellini for dinner and blueberry oatmeal with freshly dehydrated blueberries for the morning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tM6y5B6Uyic/TpEn-3bI3NI/AAAAAAAABK8/Xj7v9wFJLb4/s1600/IMG_4113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tM6y5B6Uyic/TpEn-3bI3NI/AAAAAAAABK8/Xj7v9wFJLb4/s320/IMG_4113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661350167564573906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here after I had a very tiring night of listening to the snow fall off the tent and thinking it was bears because we had to eat in the tent (because it was snowing, have I said that enough?  By the way, it wasn't bears or any other wild animal, just snow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story about cooking in the vestibules of the tent.  Noah had the stove going and I was enjoying my toasty sleeping bag.  I lay my head down and next thing I know there's huge flames coming from the front of the tent.  Apparently he had the water almost boiling and the stove ended up falling over.  Thankfully, no animals were hurt, including Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFcvugxb_yU/TpEn-liQNUI/AAAAAAAABK0/6SJ444kaaCE/s1600/IMG_4111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SFcvugxb_yU/TpEn-liQNUI/AAAAAAAABK0/6SJ444kaaCE/s320/IMG_4111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661350162762577218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's the view in the morning from the tent.  The trees were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqUj5D-bGdE/TpEn-VLZ4HI/AAAAAAAABKs/x-Cl_CJOda4/s1600/IMG_4102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqUj5D-bGdE/TpEn-VLZ4HI/AAAAAAAABKs/x-Cl_CJOda4/s320/IMG_4102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661350158371774578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hike down though, was the whole reason I came.  We left pretty late so we didn't reach the spring we were going for, but it was better than hiking in total darkness in the snow, following all sorts of animal tracks.  So we camped in the above meadow and on the way down in the morning we got a beautiful view of the valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzcWCP1u_cQ/TpEuoSQ1n1I/AAAAAAAABLc/EsEvqNxw8gA/s1600/IMG_4121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzcWCP1u_cQ/TpEuoSQ1n1I/AAAAAAAABLc/EsEvqNxw8gA/s320/IMG_4121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661357476213530450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noah isn't so good with downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f5VBpiebzAE/TpEuoF_-VPI/AAAAAAAABLU/2cADwPYiqJI/s1600/IMG_4120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f5VBpiebzAE/TpEuoF_-VPI/AAAAAAAABLU/2cADwPYiqJI/s320/IMG_4120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661357472921572594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kbXEMb5Q-8/TpEun3OcZDI/AAAAAAAABLM/lxZR2lefpOg/s1600/IMG_4117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3kbXEMb5Q-8/TpEun3OcZDI/AAAAAAAABLM/lxZR2lefpOg/s320/IMG_4117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661357468955730994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GEqQNMSOdAg/TpEunrwIChI/AAAAAAAABLE/KUIEOzozyxU/s1600/IMG_4116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GEqQNMSOdAg/TpEunrwIChI/AAAAAAAABLE/KUIEOzozyxU/s320/IMG_4116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661357465875778066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zkGhSwhv9js/TpEuouuMnLI/AAAAAAAABLk/YAqoFSRl32c/s1600/IMG_4124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zkGhSwhv9js/TpEuouuMnLI/AAAAAAAABLk/YAqoFSRl32c/s320/IMG_4124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661357483852864690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a good trip.  The thing that probably saved us was zipping our bags together that night.  We were so toasty warm!  Next time, we leave a little earlier and it doesn't snow.  Noah loved it so much he wants to book a camping trip every month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concerns me just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-4121024345639991593?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/4121024345639991593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=4121024345639991593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4121024345639991593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4121024345639991593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/10/escape-from-train-menace.html' title='Escape from the Train Menace'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Im9FnPvH4o8/TpDWIQkHFJI/AAAAAAAABKM/sb9vzjeBXSY/s72-c/IMG_4088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-7743941454223816821</id><published>2011-10-05T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:07:17.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Train Menace</title><content type='html'>Dear Train Conductors,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45 a.m. is not an acceptable hour to blow your horn right next to my home.  If I have ear plugs in I should not be awoken from my peaceful slumber by your stupid honking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-7743941454223816821?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/7743941454223816821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=7743941454223816821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7743941454223816821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7743941454223816821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/10/train-menace.html' title='The Train Menace'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-3202378707071435072</id><published>2011-09-15T23:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:30:20.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Teaching Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Morning supervision--saving lives one pedestrian at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fAroU9R2AiM/TnLrPLtKHNI/AAAAAAAABKE/aioXTN8T50Q/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fAroU9R2AiM/TnLrPLtKHNI/AAAAAAAABKE/aioXTN8T50Q/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652839128376155346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AND I got to wear a super sweet orange vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a few new students (and by a few I mean a gazillion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my students just made me chuckle.  When I asked what they did this summer at Seven Peaks they screwed up their face really tight and put their fist to their head and said, "I'm tinking...I'm tinking..."&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love it!  It was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best quote so far this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. Coleman, every time I see you I think that you're going to have a baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reply:&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks ______."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm not pregnant, but maybe they have special psychic powers and I will get pregnant.  Then I might just thank said student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-3202378707071435072?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/3202378707071435072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=3202378707071435072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3202378707071435072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3202378707071435072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-favorite-teaching-moments.html' title='My Favorite Teaching Moments'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fAroU9R2AiM/TnLrPLtKHNI/AAAAAAAABKE/aioXTN8T50Q/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-5728244988826118978</id><published>2011-08-27T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:21:17.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have my own T.V. show...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm so darn creative and I make lots of things while Noah is off in the wilderness.  Take, for example this before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a13qhZdJbnk/TllzjHNr4BI/AAAAAAAABJk/HaSFLUgzGas/s1600/IMG_4063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a13qhZdJbnk/TllzjHNr4BI/AAAAAAAABJk/HaSFLUgzGas/s320/IMG_4063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645670654954692626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And after (this does not capture how hideous it was before and not hideous now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KkFwVUypgMM/TllzjR2PXEI/AAAAAAAABJs/8djuy1GF9Q8/s1600/IMG_4071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KkFwVUypgMM/TllzjR2PXEI/AAAAAAAABJs/8djuy1GF9Q8/s320/IMG_4071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645670657809144898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a13qhZdJbnk/TllzjHNr4BI/AAAAAAAABJk/HaSFLUgzGas/s1600/IMG_4063.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3YlWfDd2E0I/TllzjrsY_6I/AAAAAAAABJ0/jMheUy_ACHc/s1600/IMG_4064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3YlWfDd2E0I/TllzjrsY_6I/AAAAAAAABJ0/jMheUy_ACHc/s320/IMG_4064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645670664747155362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nd5XnW3HRFk/Tllzj8-kLQI/AAAAAAAABJ8/k3pZqKkWvwM/s1600/IMG_4068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nd5XnW3HRFk/Tllzj8-kLQI/AAAAAAAABJ8/k3pZqKkWvwM/s320/IMG_4068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645670669386788098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also bought some nice little onesies and decorated them for baby showers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwqidSPoWes/TllxSiplL2I/AAAAAAAABJE/-TJXxfM4hyI/s1600/IMG_1648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NwqidSPoWes/TllxSiplL2I/AAAAAAAABJE/-TJXxfM4hyI/s320/IMG_1648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645668171238420322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xjih-MkQk1g/TllxSRf7fNI/AAAAAAAABI8/I_KQ9C5Lbqw/s1600/IMG_1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xjih-MkQk1g/TllxSRf7fNI/AAAAAAAABI8/I_KQ9C5Lbqw/s320/IMG_1645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645668166634536146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rAQe2p8l2pQ/TllxSHjljTI/AAAAAAAABI0/HjQYf00qZuY/s1600/IMG_1644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rAQe2p8l2pQ/TllxSHjljTI/AAAAAAAABI0/HjQYf00qZuY/s320/IMG_1644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645668163965521202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And while Noah's been away I finished up some paintings I've been tinkering on for awhile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3CAel-wjwko/TllxTf3a5JI/AAAAAAAABJU/mslG4zt7EXU/s1600/IMG_4059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3CAel-wjwko/TllxTf3a5JI/AAAAAAAABJU/mslG4zt7EXU/s320/IMG_4059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645668187671028882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UVestIBjCoE/TllxS4t_qQI/AAAAAAAABJM/vutrbP0F3qk/s1600/IMG_4057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UVestIBjCoE/TllxS4t_qQI/AAAAAAAABJM/vutrbP0F3qk/s320/IMG_4057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645668177162512642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13d-4SqcV44/Tllzi06Nn5I/AAAAAAAABJc/Kjs-6ZFF8iE/s1600/IMG_4062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-13d-4SqcV44/Tllzi06Nn5I/AAAAAAAABJc/Kjs-6ZFF8iE/s320/IMG_4062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645670650041180050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my sewing machine to the watercolor paper so when you hold it up to light you can see through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so crafty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-5728244988826118978?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/5728244988826118978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=5728244988826118978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5728244988826118978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5728244988826118978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-should-have-my-own-tv-show.html' title='I should have my own T.V. show...'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a13qhZdJbnk/TllzjHNr4BI/AAAAAAAABJk/HaSFLUgzGas/s72-c/IMG_4063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-3702353107016098023</id><published>2011-08-27T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:42:52.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't take life so seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apnjH748IeE/TlifePhG5XI/AAAAAAAABIs/Tb6o5OxSNek/s1600/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apnjH748IeE/TlifePhG5XI/AAAAAAAABIs/Tb6o5OxSNek/s320/IMG_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645437474819204466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-3702353107016098023?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/3702353107016098023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=3702353107016098023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3702353107016098023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3702353107016098023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-goal.html' title='New Goal'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apnjH748IeE/TlifePhG5XI/AAAAAAAABIs/Tb6o5OxSNek/s72-c/IMG_0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-7029577980187799765</id><published>2011-08-12T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:04:28.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For our date this evening Noah took me to the arcade.  I became addicted to gambling and Noah beat me twice in air hockey.  We also ended the evening with 95 tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ypCyuxPh1qE/TkYTHEhgt3I/AAAAAAAABIk/tguTm3n6_Rk/s1600/-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ypCyuxPh1qE/TkYTHEhgt3I/AAAAAAAABIk/tguTm3n6_Rk/s320/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640216595522434930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So we bought the unicorn for 80 and a large Swedish Fish for 15, but the guy felt bad for us and gave us two. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With our last 3 coins we rode around on the merry go round intended for small children.  I'd say it was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-7029577980187799765?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/7029577980187799765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=7029577980187799765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7029577980187799765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7029577980187799765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/08/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ypCyuxPh1qE/TkYTHEhgt3I/AAAAAAAABIk/tguTm3n6_Rk/s72-c/-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-3558316710727541128</id><published>2011-08-12T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T17:12:54.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it when...</title><content type='html'>I come home from working all day, unpaid, in my classroom at the school and I say, "I really don't want to make dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Noah says, "Don't worry, I'll make it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he does, and he doesn't make me help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-3558316710727541128?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/3558316710727541128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=3558316710727541128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3558316710727541128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3558316710727541128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-it-when.html' title='I love it when...'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-4269921919051317712</id><published>2011-08-11T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T17:28:03.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noah and I haven't taken pictures of us since we got married and thus, you get a lovely little treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by the ever wonderful, &lt;a href="http://kristaphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krista Wahlquist&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvNlGwERsGo/TkRzDTADvAI/AAAAAAAABIU/rEKj5We2rUE/s1600/IMG_5290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvNlGwERsGo/TkRzDTADvAI/AAAAAAAABIU/rEKj5We2rUE/s320/IMG_5290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639759133852023810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6pIDo8FSTk/TkRzDGbNgmI/AAAAAAAABIM/wuRACdu6Q8I/s1600/IMG_5284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6pIDo8FSTk/TkRzDGbNgmI/AAAAAAAABIM/wuRACdu6Q8I/s320/IMG_5284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639759130476249698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GaOHCqVCggE/TkRzCo-PYSI/AAAAAAAABIE/IhjYZshuxfs/s1600/IMG_5279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GaOHCqVCggE/TkRzCo-PYSI/AAAAAAAABIE/IhjYZshuxfs/s320/IMG_5279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639759122570109218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aGp3ivITmlI/TkRzCc7dz2I/AAAAAAAABH8/WtTkFgDozlw/s1600/IMG_5276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aGp3ivITmlI/TkRzCc7dz2I/AAAAAAAABH8/WtTkFgDozlw/s320/IMG_5276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639759119337246562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krista joined in the photo shoot too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kpXlSBolgU/TkRzDisWo0I/AAAAAAAABIc/iXf4Yoayg_I/s1600/IMG_5294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kpXlSBolgU/TkRzDisWo0I/AAAAAAAABIc/iXf4Yoayg_I/s320/IMG_5294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639759138064343874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-4269921919051317712?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/4269921919051317712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=4269921919051317712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4269921919051317712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4269921919051317712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/08/pictures-from-boston.html' title='Pictures from Boston'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cvNlGwERsGo/TkRzDTADvAI/AAAAAAAABIU/rEKj5We2rUE/s72-c/IMG_5290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-5210596359617937573</id><published>2011-08-11T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T17:18:14.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Narrows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The summer is coming to a close.  BOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you a secret...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little bit looking forward to the new school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've gotten that off my chest, here's what we've squeezed in with our few precious moments of nothingness--a trip to The Narrows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured below is our dear friend the cow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ytJ7BYa5to/TkRt80sF6aI/AAAAAAAABHs/XiLr8DsH1X8/s1600/IMG_1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ytJ7BYa5to/TkRt80sF6aI/AAAAAAAABHs/XiLr8DsH1X8/s320/IMG_1798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639753525077862818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Narrows was filled with breath-taking views, but is definitely not for the claustrophobic or the faint of heart.  I thought, for example we'd do a day hike in and a day hike out.  Boy, was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqVGx2vNxhA/TkRttoSNhCI/AAAAAAAABHc/fazctDSfprM/s1600/IMG_1831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BqVGx2vNxhA/TkRttoSNhCI/AAAAAAAABHc/fazctDSfprM/s320/IMG_1831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639753264050045986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Has anyone else noticed that my husband is melting away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured below are Noah's dehydrated concoctions.  He's gone on this crazy, "Let's dehydrate everything, including our eyeballs!"  Not really, but really, he's dehydrating EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8B87vbRL68/TkRttZdKkoI/AAAAAAAABHU/rHdeCi7vFmk/s1600/IMG_1817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n8B87vbRL68/TkRttZdKkoI/AAAAAAAABHU/rHdeCi7vFmk/s320/IMG_1817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639753260069458562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see from these pictures we stayed the night.  Noah and I didn't want to carry a tent so we slept under the stars which were absolutely gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHPHiqpCG2o/TkRtsypjtGI/AAAAAAAABHM/1dbVGrL1LcM/s1600/IMG_1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHPHiqpCG2o/TkRtsypjtGI/AAAAAAAABHM/1dbVGrL1LcM/s320/IMG_1815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639753249652454498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously a really long hike.  16 miles in total and I am still feeling it a week later.  My foot is making this weird creaky noise that I don't really enjoy, but I hope it goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the first day was kind of a disaster where we got a late start and befriended these two boys from Wales who wanted to see "the real America."  Because of our late start we ended up staying in someone else's campground because we couldn't see anything in front of us.  Mind you, we were hiking in a river.  A bit unnerving for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the second day I had had enough walking and decided to coast down the river on my bum, and while it suffered minor bruises, my legs were very grateful for the respite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sUmlot3l2qU/TkRtt3mzlgI/AAAAAAAABHk/HpXInV7F0tw/s1600/IMG_1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sUmlot3l2qU/TkRtt3mzlgI/AAAAAAAABHk/HpXInV7F0tw/s320/IMG_1832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639753268162958850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we finally got back to civilization, er, as close as Cedar City comes to civilization, Miranda took us out for Mexican food--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Costco. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xmf5NdIsFSc/TkRwCOFyIpI/AAAAAAAABH0/BbiCJ6J-Hu8/s1600/IMG_1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xmf5NdIsFSc/TkRwCOFyIpI/AAAAAAAABH0/BbiCJ6J-Hu8/s320/IMG_1835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639755816819106450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only took two pictures in Cedar City and this is one of them.  Neither of them includes Miranda. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall experience at the Shirt Lift Motel: A++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-5210596359617937573?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/5210596359617937573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=5210596359617937573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5210596359617937573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5210596359617937573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/08/narrows.html' title='The Narrows'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ytJ7BYa5to/TkRt80sF6aI/AAAAAAAABHs/XiLr8DsH1X8/s72-c/IMG_1798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-2590348418239697272</id><published>2011-07-30T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T17:15:05.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Lemon-Poppy Seed Cake,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8x6bzCUVfbM/TjSF_1A_V8I/AAAAAAAABG8/E9OvtIkZWto/s1600/IMG_1777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8x6bzCUVfbM/TjSF_1A_V8I/AAAAAAAABG8/E9OvtIkZWto/s320/IMG_1777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635276365356816322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If only I hadn't made you with bread flour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Thank you for still tasting delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-2590348418239697272?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/2590348418239697272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=2590348418239697272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/2590348418239697272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/2590348418239697272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-lemon-poppy-seed-cake.html' title='Dear Lemon-Poppy Seed Cake,'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8x6bzCUVfbM/TjSF_1A_V8I/AAAAAAAABG8/E9OvtIkZWto/s72-c/IMG_1777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-1551766315718867724</id><published>2011-07-28T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:34:39.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the mountain peak--and beyond!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Noah and I went hiking--again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RW0OpDp8Nto/TjGb5ytYhFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GuWb9dMjVL0/s320/IMG_1768.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was a really beautiful loop and Noah informed me later that it was 8.4 miles instead of 6 (which he told me beforehand it would be).&amp;nbsp; My butt hurt a lot afterwards and I walked really funny because everything hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7BaeQpktXY/TjGb96K53VI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RhUoj5LeVR8/s1600/IMG_1769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7BaeQpktXY/TjGb96K53VI/AAAAAAAAAT4/RhUoj5LeVR8/s320/IMG_1769.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We got our feet VERY dirty.&amp;nbsp; I still can't get all the dirt off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-md7XvnSMT7Y/TjGcAQTwjzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/W-AdFWKilC8/s1600/IMG_1770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-md7XvnSMT7Y/TjGcAQTwjzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/W-AdFWKilC8/s320/IMG_1770.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Chaco lines...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFOUL4D_2eg/TjGcEPwoUGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7SOvg4okHDE/s1600/IMG_1771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFOUL4D_2eg/TjGcEPwoUGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7SOvg4okHDE/s320/IMG_1771.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And Noah's sweet sock tan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecZQ-CV8BNo/TjGcL_zY-XI/AAAAAAAAAUE/urzdM1b_wqY/s1600/IMG_1772.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecZQ-CV8BNo/TjGcL_zY-XI/AAAAAAAAAUE/urzdM1b_wqY/s320/IMG_1772.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The undergrowth was SUPER tall.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes it was over my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WC53yJBkAYs/TjGbseHlfMI/AAAAAAAAATs/BNxa_el3wj8/s1600/IMG_1759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WC53yJBkAYs/TjGbseHlfMI/AAAAAAAAATs/BNxa_el3wj8/s320/IMG_1759.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the coolest things was a few springs scattered along the trail.&amp;nbsp; It was GORGEOUS and the water tasted like snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-1551766315718867724?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/1551766315718867724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=1551766315718867724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1551766315718867724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1551766315718867724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-mountain-peak-and-beyond.html' title='To the mountain peak--and beyond!'/><author><name>Noah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_llyeYn8RO-k/S9DIs5XpgBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/t_zj8sg1gJY/S220/Noah_3379.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RW0OpDp8Nto/TjGb5ytYhFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GuWb9dMjVL0/s72-c/IMG_1768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-4179450741938597389</id><published>2011-07-25T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T12:21:34.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luxurious</title><content type='html'>"Noah you live in a girlie room." -Miranda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z93Fxc6Ufig/Ti3AzeGDtPI/AAAAAAAABGs/gG_DbzZWqxs/s1600/IMG_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z93Fxc6Ufig/Ti3AzeGDtPI/AAAAAAAABGs/gG_DbzZWqxs/s320/IMG_1755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633370699394692338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwdaqC7b-bc/Ti3AzMxiVTI/AAAAAAAABGk/MIm8829gm_M/s1600/IMG_1756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwdaqC7b-bc/Ti3AzMxiVTI/AAAAAAAABGk/MIm8829gm_M/s320/IMG_1756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633370694745216306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We couldn't put up a canopy in the old place because I could touch the ceilings and Noah would scrape his knuckles getting undressed.  I was super excited to create something for the bed.  One trip to IKEA sealed the deal.  They were getting rid of fabric in their As-Is section and I jumped on it.  I finished right before Miranda came to pick us up for the reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also before the reunion this weekend Noah went fishing and caught this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LpLM1F5erHM/Ti3AzpLhx3I/AAAAAAAABG0/jeBzL7uiwFo/s1600/IMG_1753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LpLM1F5erHM/Ti3AzpLhx3I/AAAAAAAABG0/jeBzL7uiwFo/s320/IMG_1753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633370702370424690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Jorgensen Family Reunion was a BLAST!!!  I'm sure there will be more details on &lt;a href="http://sarajay4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara's&lt;/a&gt; blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-4179450741938597389?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/4179450741938597389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=4179450741938597389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4179450741938597389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4179450741938597389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/07/luxurious.html' title='Luxurious'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z93Fxc6Ufig/Ti3AzeGDtPI/AAAAAAAABGs/gG_DbzZWqxs/s72-c/IMG_1755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-3729864696454157247</id><published>2011-07-17T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T15:00:08.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Arduous Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Devoted Followers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how much you've missed me so I've compiled a little show for all of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our journey into the unknown (it was Nebraska, a lot of what goes on there is unknown) began at a rest stop in good old Nebraska.  We took a little hike, checked out this sweet archeological site and Noah climbed a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5a8-ip-I7Hk/TiNQBVoZLFI/AAAAAAAABGc/1dJdy4sd0MI/s1600/IMG_1689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5a8-ip-I7Hk/TiNQBVoZLFI/AAAAAAAABGc/1dJdy4sd0MI/s320/IMG_1689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630431943059909714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I married a goober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpTDO1iQd9Q/TiNQBGVrKBI/AAAAAAAABGU/sN3Wpo60Gpo/s1600/IMG_1691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpTDO1iQd9Q/TiNQBGVrKBI/AAAAAAAABGU/sN3Wpo60Gpo/s320/IMG_1691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630431938954864658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jY3zZYu_v6U/TiNQA7QI-gI/AAAAAAAABGM/T8fH-OKHcwQ/s1600/IMG_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jY3zZYu_v6U/TiNQA7QI-gI/AAAAAAAABGM/T8fH-OKHcwQ/s320/IMG_1698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630431935978863106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our destination for the fourth of July was CHICAGO!!!  Noah has lived with this sweet windmill practically in his backyard so we went to see it.  Here, Noah is attempting to push Seth off the edge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWC-Oi1PTJU/TiNQAkTOhOI/AAAAAAAABGE/z-y80Ag7pYs/s1600/IMG_1700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWC-Oi1PTJU/TiNQAkTOhOI/AAAAAAAABGE/z-y80Ag7pYs/s320/IMG_1700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630431929817793762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5a8-ip-I7Hk/TiNQBVoZLFI/AAAAAAAABGc/1dJdy4sd0MI/s1600/IMG_1689.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rLLPDUsrG7U/TiNO68v55vI/AAAAAAAABF0/p466XYwc7Oc/s1600/IMG_1707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rLLPDUsrG7U/TiNO68v55vI/AAAAAAAABF0/p466XYwc7Oc/s320/IMG_1707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630430733789685490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hiPwaU0vzHA/TiNO7LT_uuI/AAAAAAAABF8/zGTHnpi_tBQ/s1600/IMG_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hiPwaU0vzHA/TiNO7LT_uuI/AAAAAAAABF8/zGTHnpi_tBQ/s320/IMG_1706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630430737699158754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also took a little detour and went shopping at Rachel's favorite consignment store where we found oodles of delicious outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NtSxGmK8fhI/TiNO6Q1EGlI/AAAAAAAABFs/mYBAOI1-Tvs/s1600/IMG_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NtSxGmK8fhI/TiNO6Q1EGlI/AAAAAAAABFs/mYBAOI1-Tvs/s320/IMG_1710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630430722000165458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No trip is complete without a repeat of our honeymoon pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OVOBpstNTpo/TiNO6MUGajI/AAAAAAAABFk/Tv5k407xxj4/s1600/IMG_1711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OVOBpstNTpo/TiNO6MUGajI/AAAAAAAABFk/Tv5k407xxj4/s320/IMG_1711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630430720788163122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed out on the fifth to upstate New York's &lt;a href="http://www.alfred.edu/"&gt;Alfred University&lt;/a&gt;, which Noah and I both immediately fell in love with.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGnGfeaw8t0/TiNO5wsiTGI/AAAAAAAABFc/_oUi1VnHujE/s1600/IMG_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CGnGfeaw8t0/TiNO5wsiTGI/AAAAAAAABFc/_oUi1VnHujE/s320/IMG_1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630430713374461026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't noticed yet, Noah and I decided to take the cheap way out.  We camped all along the way.  Which was great, except, remember that &lt;a href="http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-package-deal-5-dates-all-in-one.html"&gt;skunk I told you about&lt;/a&gt; that visited us in Utah.  I'm pretty sure he hitch hiked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner I'm happily eating my couscous and Noah again says, "Don't move." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally thought there was a bear, so of course I immediately disobey and turn my head around to see Skunky taking a little traipse through our campsite.  We didn't see him again, luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, BOSTON!  We took a nice little trip to visit Krista and drop off her new BFF.  Thanks Jess from &lt;a href="http://urban-patchwork.com/"&gt;Urban Patchwork&lt;/a&gt;!  This is where we stayed. :)  I felt very odd blow drying my hair at a campsite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bM542AULvaY/TiNNqaEc_mI/AAAAAAAABFU/x85iwdL-oGo/s1600/IMG_1722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bM542AULvaY/TiNNqaEc_mI/AAAAAAAABFU/x85iwdL-oGo/s320/IMG_1722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630429350091095650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Krista showed us some of her favorite spots and took pictures which are sure to follow soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Boston was Hackettstown, New Jersey.  Home to Mars Chocolate  factory and Brandon and Katie (plus  baby).  We have no photos of us there, but I  swear we slept there in luxurious conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey didn't end there though!  We took off for Maryland and Rhea's &lt;a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/baptism?lang=eng&amp;amp;query=baptism"&gt;baptism&lt;/a&gt; and my mom's birthday.  I volunteered to make an angel food cake.  I've never made one before, and all were a little nervous due to past grievous sins in the Whipple kitchen, but look how fantastic it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o826OZoSbf0/TiNNqBp13vI/AAAAAAAABFM/ILqfdZ7lizs/s1600/IMG_1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o826OZoSbf0/TiNNqBp13vI/AAAAAAAABFM/ILqfdZ7lizs/s320/IMG_1725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630429343537028850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it was seriously delicious as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we were homeward bound, but not without a little stop off  to &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/asis/index.htm"&gt;Assateague Island&lt;/a&gt;.  We backpacked in along the beach and spent a fabulous night with the wild ponies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally, they surrounded our camp.  I woke up in the middle of the night to stomping in the sand.  I peaked out and there they were.  The camera was in the bags on the table, so we didn't get pictures (because we weren't going out there for the following reasons:  those horses bite, so do the flies, and so do the mosquitos).  They stuck around until the early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4F6eU6mCU0/TiNNp7bKALI/AAAAAAAABFE/ng0_zWj0cIg/s1600/IMG_1729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4F6eU6mCU0/TiNNp7bKALI/AAAAAAAABFE/ng0_zWj0cIg/s320/IMG_1729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630429341864820914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yEOWQImm1K0/TiNNpYH8lnI/AAAAAAAABE8/ZlDj48mgi0U/s1600/IMG_1747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yEOWQImm1K0/TiNNpYH8lnI/AAAAAAAABE8/ZlDj48mgi0U/s320/IMG_1747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630429332389009010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next stop was &lt;a href="http://www.vcu.edu/"&gt;VCU&lt;/a&gt; and we were off to Kansas.  There aren't any pictures from there either, but it was a blast hangin' with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Saturday around noon we started our final leg of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To finish off my little recount of our trip I thought I'd share some things we've learned along the way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vampire flies live on Assateague.&lt;br /&gt;-Massachusetts drivers are scary fast, New Yorkers are scarier, but nothing really tops Utah.&lt;br /&gt;-Colorado hires drunk line painters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oFc9ilLDAzQ/TiNNpL7a_XI/AAAAAAAABE0/j2l7LBqFx9U/s1600/IMG_1750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oFc9ilLDAzQ/TiNNpL7a_XI/AAAAAAAABE0/j2l7LBqFx9U/s320/IMG_1750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630429329115250034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(It was seriously crooked.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nebraska is not for the avid camper.&lt;br /&gt;-Columbus, Ohio successfully hides &lt;a href="http://www.osu.edu/"&gt;OSU&lt;/a&gt;, which we wanted to go see, but couldn't because it's impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;-Upstate New York is one of the most beautiful places on earth.&lt;br /&gt;-Hacketstown, NJ is surprisingly pleasant considering it's in New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;-Wegman's is Winco's classy older brother.&lt;br /&gt;-People will do anything to amuse themselves while driving through Kansas.  Including driving up next to people as many times as possible and waving.&lt;br /&gt;-You can use a lawnmower and a wheelchair to make a very effective zombie weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-3729864696454157247?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/3729864696454157247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=3729864696454157247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3729864696454157247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3729864696454157247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-arduous-journey.html' title='Our Arduous Journey'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5a8-ip-I7Hk/TiNQBVoZLFI/AAAAAAAABGc/1dJdy4sd0MI/s72-c/IMG_1689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-5472997394009124861</id><published>2011-06-28T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T18:35:15.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Days and Gardens</title><content type='html'>First up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HARVESTED OUR CARROTS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXfKkCkttko/Tgp_aPDRkSI/AAAAAAAABEk/qmgAf4d_Wzo/s1600/IMG_1684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXfKkCkttko/Tgp_aPDRkSI/AAAAAAAABEk/qmgAf4d_Wzo/s320/IMG_1684.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623447173419077922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The progress of our other vegerbles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSFVh99fsCM/Tgp_ZoL1zNI/AAAAAAAABEc/VjQw6rz0Gck/s1600/IMG_1682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CSFVh99fsCM/Tgp_ZoL1zNI/AAAAAAAABEc/VjQw6rz0Gck/s320/IMG_1682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623447162986024146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Isla has nothing to do with our garden, but she came for a visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nBh2kfACWY/Tgp_ZdyBXeI/AAAAAAAABEU/-nsxwg5MACM/s1600/IMG_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nBh2kfACWY/Tgp_ZdyBXeI/AAAAAAAABEU/-nsxwg5MACM/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623447160193375714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lE1VALheVWo/Tgp_ZD2obEI/AAAAAAAABEM/SgYVsuBCqJw/s1600/IMG_1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lE1VALheVWo/Tgp_ZD2obEI/AAAAAAAABEM/SgYVsuBCqJw/s320/IMG_1678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623447153233390658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is out of order, but I have a very handsome gardener.  More pictures to follow with his face in them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOXrK0yEcBM/Tgp_aRzkfKI/AAAAAAAABEs/FnV8cAA-4eI/s1600/IMG_1686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOXrK0yEcBM/Tgp_aRzkfKI/AAAAAAAABEs/FnV8cAA-4eI/s320/IMG_1686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623447174158515362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-5472997394009124861?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/5472997394009124861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=5472997394009124861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5472997394009124861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5472997394009124861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/06/lazy-days-and-gardens.html' title='Lazy Days and Gardens'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pXfKkCkttko/Tgp_aPDRkSI/AAAAAAAABEk/qmgAf4d_Wzo/s72-c/IMG_1684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-5030369002548939462</id><published>2011-06-23T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T00:08:17.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure what all of you who actually read this know, but I've been through quite a battle over the last 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure if you've read previous posts you know I'm doing Weight Watchers--for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those readers out there who have never fought the battle, let me tell you, it's not easy.  Any skinny person that's ever looked at a fat person and thought, "Why doesn't that lazy bum get up and exercise or stop eating all those potato chips?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not what all of us do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to say, I'm not a lazy bum and no matter what everyone thought of me when I was younger.  I did find someone to love me for all of me and I've changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I created a little something for me and for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=The-Evolution-of-ME.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x407/whippler1/The-Evolution-of-ME.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-5030369002548939462?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/5030369002548939462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=5030369002548939462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5030369002548939462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5030369002548939462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/06/evolution.html' title='Evolution'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-6371590840613818859</id><published>2011-06-15T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:25:18.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing and Entertaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YvxNgdFeWqM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-6371590840613818859?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/6371590840613818859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=6371590840613818859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6371590840613818859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6371590840613818859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/06/disturbing-and-entertaining.html' title='Disturbing and Entertaining'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YvxNgdFeWqM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-5911427885956820410</id><published>2011-06-13T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:53:54.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah Lives Up to His Name</title><content type='html'>I didn't know when I married a man named Noah that in the two years we've been married it would have been nice to have that ark handy about 3 times.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the third time in our marriage our apartment flooded and our apartment is being gutted.  Needless to say, we are on the move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we looked at so many apartments and spoke with a million different people, but we found a place and it's on the second floor, away from potential flood waters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-5911427885956820410?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/5911427885956820410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=5911427885956820410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5911427885956820410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5911427885956820410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/06/noah-lives-up-to-his-name.html' title='Noah Lives Up to His Name'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-8393395378193449903</id><published>2011-06-06T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:03:02.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sum...Sum...Summa' Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all, I tried doing this yesterday and it wouldn't work.  After about an hour of troubleshooting a discovered I was running out of room for my pictures!  Ugh.  So I decide to make it in to a book.  After about 2 hours of editing and perfecting it, I did it all in the wrong layout.  So I just printed out the first few blogs I've ever written and deleted them (in case you actually care about why my blog entries have gone missing).  It was Noah's first suggestion anyway.  Hate it when he's right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on--look what I made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5_J5Cf4c8A/Te6P60JPNqI/AAAAAAAABD0/CBxVHeTDXlQ/s1600/IMG_1542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5_J5Cf4c8A/Te6P60JPNqI/AAAAAAAABD0/CBxVHeTDXlQ/s320/IMG_1542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615584025970161314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9SRzCY8JozY/Te6P6SK0ZFI/AAAAAAAABDs/LWI4DG_MJ_I/s1600/IMG_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9SRzCY8JozY/Te6P6SK0ZFI/AAAAAAAABDs/LWI4DG_MJ_I/s320/IMG_1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615584016849986642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only took me a year to finish it!  Hah! &lt;br /&gt;And look what we planted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pBZJBH2J5S8/Te6P6JTVlQI/AAAAAAAABDk/4ye7v2HsMsc/s1600/IMG_1536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pBZJBH2J5S8/Te6P6JTVlQI/AAAAAAAABDk/4ye7v2HsMsc/s320/IMG_1536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615584014469797122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lavendar, tomatoes, lettuce, carrots, jalepenos!  Our herb garden has expanded as well with cilantro, rosemary, lemon thyme, and basil (again, it had better not die this time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpgna438XWA/Te6PjasKmqI/AAAAAAAABDc/VMhNKftFgWI/s1600/IMG_1534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpgna438XWA/Te6PjasKmqI/AAAAAAAABDc/VMhNKftFgWI/s320/IMG_1534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615583624000346786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, we've gotten in to this Mayan chocolate craze since tasting &lt;a href="http://www.thesweettoothfairy.com/?gclid=COWBlMDYpKkCFacZQgodkBP8tw"&gt;The Sweet Tooth Fairy's&lt;/a&gt; delectable treats.  So we made our own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wkk-sjpUPPg/Te6P7OhgW1I/AAAAAAAABD8/zOUukNMNJUM/s1600/Photo0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wkk-sjpUPPg/Te6P7OhgW1I/AAAAAAAABD8/zOUukNMNJUM/s320/Photo0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615584033051269970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was quite the experience.  I combined like 4 recipes.  It could do to be a little more moist, but the mini cupcakes are only 2 points a piece and it's nice and spicy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see I'm making very good use of my time. &lt;br /&gt;Why can't it always be summer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpgna438XWA/Te6PjasKmqI/AAAAAAAABDc/VMhNKftFgWI/s1600/IMG_1534.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-8393395378193449903?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/8393395378193449903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=8393395378193449903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8393395378193449903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8393395378193449903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/06/sumsumsumma-time.html' title='Sum...Sum...Summa&apos; Time'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5_J5Cf4c8A/Te6P60JPNqI/AAAAAAAABD0/CBxVHeTDXlQ/s72-c/IMG_1542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-9210337405188405446</id><published>2011-05-31T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T16:11:32.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Work and More Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more work means all those projects I've been meaning to finish are getting finished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdTSu1XIa-g/TeV1IDjUwQI/AAAAAAAABDQ/m1DJzigRD6M/s1600/Food%2BLabels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdTSu1XIa-g/TeV1IDjUwQI/AAAAAAAABDQ/m1DJzigRD6M/s320/Food%2BLabels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613021291840061698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been wanting labels for all those containers we have.  Today I finished them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to finish is that dress I've been working on for a year now.  It's almost done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-9210337405188405446?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/9210337405188405446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=9210337405188405446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/9210337405188405446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/9210337405188405446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-work-and-more-play.html' title='No Work and More Play'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdTSu1XIa-g/TeV1IDjUwQI/AAAAAAAABDQ/m1DJzigRD6M/s72-c/Food%2BLabels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-3188466461986741315</id><published>2011-05-27T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T21:55:13.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IwtZa2Kv0JY/TeB_jVfpAWI/AAAAAAAABDI/GrAaTZ-oVWY/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IwtZa2Kv0JY/TeB_jVfpAWI/AAAAAAAABDI/GrAaTZ-oVWY/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611625380745642338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NO MORE SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One victory for Lazer Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-3188466461986741315?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/3188466461986741315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=3188466461986741315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3188466461986741315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3188466461986741315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/05/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IwtZa2Kv0JY/TeB_jVfpAWI/AAAAAAAABDI/GrAaTZ-oVWY/s72-c/IMG_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-365695703259157350</id><published>2011-05-23T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:51:35.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Noah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two years ago I thought I was crazy.  Now I'm sure I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for marrying me and like my mom says, "putting up with my antics."  You make everyday a joy to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gone through hard times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kGlGjdG0Y28/TdtGPYYPPrI/AAAAAAAABDA/2FulnZ0zFYA/s1600/IMG_1837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kGlGjdG0Y28/TdtGPYYPPrI/AAAAAAAABDA/2FulnZ0zFYA/s320/IMG_1837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610154990876180146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but through it all, I've never laughed so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AW54fTST-zw/TdtF6ulr4bI/AAAAAAAABCw/oDw-3RK_vVg/s1600/IMG_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AW54fTST-zw/TdtF6ulr4bI/AAAAAAAABCw/oDw-3RK_vVg/s320/IMG_2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610154636060910002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I'm pretty sure I've found &lt;a href="http://lds.org/church/temples?lang=eng"&gt;heaven on earth&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UiejQDDvq-s/TdtGPM9h82I/AAAAAAAABC4/sTQYa5jDNKk/s1600/IMG_1806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UiejQDDvq-s/TdtGPM9h82I/AAAAAAAABC4/sTQYa5jDNKk/s320/IMG_1806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610154987811369826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marrying you was my BEST. CHOICE. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-365695703259157350?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/365695703259157350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=365695703259157350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/365695703259157350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/365695703259157350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-years-ago.html' title='2 Years Ago'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kGlGjdG0Y28/TdtGPYYPPrI/AAAAAAAABDA/2FulnZ0zFYA/s72-c/IMG_1837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-875525306793310634</id><published>2011-05-19T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T23:53:25.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a Ponder</title><content type='html'>I've been pondering some thoughts lately that I've felt a desire to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Exercise is good for the soul as well as the body.  We took a little hike up Y mountain the other night for Efaychee (FHE) and it was a blast (as you can tell from our faces of course).&lt;br /&gt;We took the trip with our trusty neighbors who I will miss having next door in July, but alas, all good things come to an end, except eternal life )which never does and is something to look forward to).  Now I'm rambling.  On to #2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BI-x8BKNSYo/TdYPHXNaPnI/AAAAAAAABBo/H25EIQRreQI/s1600/IMG_3983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BI-x8BKNSYo/TdYPHXNaPnI/AAAAAAAABBo/H25EIQRreQI/s320/IMG_3983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608687005100293746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcuDuKiVhXo/TdYPHpdNnhI/AAAAAAAABBw/5HO3-u1opsk/s1600/IMG_3996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qcuDuKiVhXo/TdYPHpdNnhI/AAAAAAAABBw/5HO3-u1opsk/s320/IMG_3996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608687009998413330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can my babies PLEASE look just as cute as her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love lilacs.  I asked Noah to pick me some while I went to the gym.  When I got home I found a beautiful vase on the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGWXbbupyzk/TdYPIGpmxfI/AAAAAAAABB4/mJIo0nuX0z4/s1600/IMG_4030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGWXbbupyzk/TdYPIGpmxfI/AAAAAAAABB4/mJIo0nuX0z4/s320/IMG_4030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608687017835021810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sit down at watch a movie and afterwards, I need a bathroom break.  I find this beautiful arrangement on the toilet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeoyFygnivw/TdYPIRxATEI/AAAAAAAABCA/G--XI0G1Xww/s1600/IMG_4031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeoyFygnivw/TdYPIRxATEI/AAAAAAAABCA/G--XI0G1Xww/s320/IMG_4031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608687020818844738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I thought it was the end, but I go to get into bed and find these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTZcrI7ojNE/TdYPIqcwipI/AAAAAAAABCI/YusaGYzyd3E/s1600/IMG_4032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTZcrI7ojNE/TdYPIqcwipI/AAAAAAAABCI/YusaGYzyd3E/s320/IMG_4032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608687027444812434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, he's my favorite.  I have no other husband to compare him to, but any other husband I could dream up cannot compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finally, I joined a book club, which I seriously love.  We read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man's Search for Meaning&lt;/span&gt; by Victor E. Frankl.  He says the following about suffering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans serif;"&gt;"...a man's  suffering is similar to the behavior of gas. If a certain quantity of  gas is pumped into an empty chamber, it will fill the chamber completely  and evenly, no matter how big the chamber. Thus suffering completely  fills the human soul and conscious mind, no matter whether the suffering  is great or little. Therefore the "size" of human suffering is  absolutely relative.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never looked at suffering like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When each of us suffers it is, in that moment, the worst suffering imaginable.  To the outside viewer it may seem very trivial, but it fills us.  So the next time I hear of someone suffering I'm going to try to think of it as my own and really be able to say, "I'm sorry, it is hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing to remember though in this is what he says after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...everything can be taken from a man, but one thing: the last of the human freedoms--to choose one's own attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkWWYdrbdQU/TdYPxxNl2TI/AAAAAAAABCQ/K6KOeS2cv3A/s1600/IMG_4007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkWWYdrbdQU/TdYPxxNl2TI/AAAAAAAABCQ/K6KOeS2cv3A/s320/IMG_4007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608687733634881842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, I choose life &lt;a href="http://lds.org/"&gt;forever&lt;/a&gt; with Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-875525306793310634?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/875525306793310634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=875525306793310634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/875525306793310634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/875525306793310634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/05/once-ponder.html' title='Once a Ponder'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BI-x8BKNSYo/TdYPHXNaPnI/AAAAAAAABBo/H25EIQRreQI/s72-c/IMG_3983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-6002468617666550731</id><published>2011-05-14T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:48:14.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse Pyschology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rK736ylpW9A/Tc9tt2AlZGI/AAAAAAAABAw/pqphg3rJyDk/s1600/IMG_3896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rK736ylpW9A/Tc9tt2AlZGI/AAAAAAAABAw/pqphg3rJyDk/s320/IMG_3896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606820695459062882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been reading a book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man's Search for Meaning&lt;/span&gt;, by Victor E. Frankl, which I highly recommend to everyone because it's a fabulous book.  He talks about in the end about his theory on Logotherapy and a part of that logotherapy is some kind of reverse psychology.  I've decided to use Noah as an experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called paradoxical intention.  Frankl uses an example of a man who is afraid of sweating and because of his fear every time he encounters a situation where he is going to sweat he sweats even more because he's afraid.  He tells him to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try &lt;/span&gt;to sweat a lot and he doesn't sweat.  I'm going to apply this theory to my home.  We're going to try to be as messy as possible in order to cure our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it worked with Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle.  It'll work for our house right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-6002468617666550731?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/6002468617666550731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=6002468617666550731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6002468617666550731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6002468617666550731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/05/reverse-pyschology.html' title='Reverse Pyschology'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rK736ylpW9A/Tc9tt2AlZGI/AAAAAAAABAw/pqphg3rJyDk/s72-c/IMG_3896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-8762593125114064171</id><published>2011-05-09T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:23:02.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Ward, A New Day, and I'm feelin' good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noah and I have begun attending our first family ward since being married (and my first not student ward since I began school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting.  That means, it was not really either good or bad, but neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite things from the new ward:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  One of my favorite students EVER is in my ward.&lt;br /&gt;He used to rub people's bellies.&lt;br /&gt;He will do anything for a piece of candy.&lt;br /&gt;He apparently led the music in opening exercises for priesthood.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Noah what he did,&lt;br /&gt;"Well he started off at the front waving his hand in the air.  He walked around a lot and ended up sitting with the deacons in the back before the song was over."&lt;br /&gt;I ADORE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One of the students at my current school is in my ward.&lt;br /&gt;I however, do not teach him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-8762593125114064171?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/8762593125114064171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=8762593125114064171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8762593125114064171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8762593125114064171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-ward-new-day-and-im-feelin-good.html' title='A New Ward, A New Day, and I&apos;m feelin&apos; good...'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-1308808366054757486</id><published>2011-04-30T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:44:16.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I climbed it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want the world to know that I climbed a rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I couldn't do it, but I DID (more than once)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the mightiest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-1308808366054757486?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/1308808366054757486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=1308808366054757486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1308808366054757486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1308808366054757486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-climbed-it.html' title='I climbed it!'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-9106653421712588311</id><published>2011-04-24T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:52:04.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Stretch</title><content type='html'>Noah and I took a trip down to New Mexico directly after graduating.  It was an amazing trip filled with fun and food.  We arrived in New Mexico late Friday and spent all day with the family who I don't see very often, but have a blast with every time I'm there.  Saturday night Walt got married, which was of course the purpose of the visit and Noah and I packed up early to head to back to Utah for Easter dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, right outside Monticello it started hailing pretty bad.  What follows is a true account:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky: "Slow down Noah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah lets off the gas, the car fishtails and Noah over-corrects.  We begin to spin out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky: "Turn the wheel in the direction of the tires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah has no idea what direction we're headed but turns it all the way one way and hopes for the best.  We spin around in a circle.  The entire time Becky is saying, "It's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok."  When the car finally comes to a stop on the right side of the road we get out and look behind us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2n4rjxLggpg/TbUIshTQ7HI/AAAAAAAABAg/CdFVwkuUa1E/s1600/IMG_3980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2n4rjxLggpg/TbUIshTQ7HI/AAAAAAAABAg/CdFVwkuUa1E/s320/IMG_3980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599391272651517042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come to find out there was a girl several feet ahead who also ran into a ditch on the road.  We're not sure when she ran off, but she had crossed traffic.  I think that spin may have saved our lives.  We were able to help the girl out of the ditch with the help of another couple and were on our way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think of the whole experience as a &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2005/04/the-tender-mercies-of-the-lord?lang=eng&amp;amp;query=tender+mercies"&gt;tender mercy&lt;/a&gt; for both parties.  She had two little kids in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Castle Dale ahead of schedule despite our mishap and feasted.  Overall, I'd say it was a happy Easter Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-9106653421712588311?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/9106653421712588311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=9106653421712588311' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/9106653421712588311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/9106653421712588311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-stretch.html' title='A Long Stretch'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2n4rjxLggpg/TbUIshTQ7HI/AAAAAAAABAg/CdFVwkuUa1E/s72-c/IMG_3980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-7560601118571168017</id><published>2011-04-21T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:30:46.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_HNmoEmKRU/TbUG67DIGOI/AAAAAAAABAY/iTk4ebOQjeA/s1600/IMG_3900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_HNmoEmKRU/TbUG67DIGOI/AAAAAAAABAY/iTk4ebOQjeA/s320/IMG_3900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599389321058064610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Noah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for graduating.  You're such a stud and I'm glad everyday that I married you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-7560601118571168017?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/7560601118571168017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=7560601118571168017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7560601118571168017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7560601118571168017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/04/ode-to-noah.html' title='Ode to Noah'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J_HNmoEmKRU/TbUG67DIGOI/AAAAAAAABAY/iTk4ebOQjeA/s72-c/IMG_3900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-6132705742675277450</id><published>2011-04-18T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:50:15.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring break is over. This is a very sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of one of the most wonderful weeks of my life here's a list of what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Slept when I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Ate when and what I wanted (which of course included Tucanos, cookies, and lots of ice cream.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Cleaned my house when I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Watched movies on YouTube when I wanted (which included almost all the new videos on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MormonMessages"&gt;Mormon Channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MormonMessages#p/c/295254BDC885BDB5/0/1xVw6PsSinI"&gt;Joseph Smith: Prophet of the Restoration&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Yes, it's on YouTube!).)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Bought what I wanted (A new sweater, $6 pants, a sequined tank, and Tangled.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Went to visit Esther when I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Went to the gym when I didn't always want, but needed to go anyway because I was doing a whole lot of the second thing on my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One thing I did that I didn't want to do was get my cavities filled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that every week could be a week of whatever I wanted.  Oh wait, that's this summer! &lt;br /&gt;Only 5 more Mondays left!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECeVEGWWC3g/Ta0SvmOXjzI/AAAAAAAABAI/WTyZYL1Uwx0/s1600/IMG_3882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECeVEGWWC3g/Ta0SvmOXjzI/AAAAAAAABAI/WTyZYL1Uwx0/s320/IMG_3882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597150520815357746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will most certainly miss these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sD2zHmivF4w/Ta0SvXJr5iI/AAAAAAAABAA/h2ANgJQaNyA/s1600/IMG_3879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sD2zHmivF4w/Ta0SvXJr5iI/AAAAAAAABAA/h2ANgJQaNyA/s320/IMG_3879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597150516769187362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for the first successful camping trip of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-6132705742675277450?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/6132705742675277450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=6132705742675277450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6132705742675277450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6132705742675277450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-spring-break.html' title='Oh Spring Break'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ECeVEGWWC3g/Ta0SvmOXjzI/AAAAAAAABAI/WTyZYL1Uwx0/s72-c/IMG_3882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-7723566309586053069</id><published>2011-04-09T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T10:46:52.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I do everything Laura demands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13u5mdjIleI/TaCZAa7Z-NI/AAAAAAAAA_4/cvkBB4Wzac8/s1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13u5mdjIleI/TaCZAa7Z-NI/AAAAAAAAA_4/cvkBB4Wzac8/s320/015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593638969701693650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Drag 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is for Laura (and everyone else).  She demanded wedding pictures and now she demands a picture of Noah's piece. :)  There's s picture here, but since that doesn't quite do it justice I've also uploaded a video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-56ccc8b304948355" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D56ccc8b304948355%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330055809%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D776A885D9A3E339BD05C43BF7C88740011D776CE.35D344DEE9F5B8DEB193C6303F098E50C25A7937%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D56ccc8b304948355%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFfpj9oi4jq0I6XbFrDDb0l9oZno&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D56ccc8b304948355%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330055809%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D776A885D9A3E339BD05C43BF7C88740011D776CE.35D344DEE9F5B8DEB193C6303F098E50C25A7937%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D56ccc8b304948355%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFfpj9oi4jq0I6XbFrDDb0l9oZno&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to answer Hannah and Sara, we had Cafe Rio, no pork and no pudding, but it was still delicious. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-7723566309586053069?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/7723566309586053069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=7723566309586053069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7723566309586053069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7723566309586053069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/04/because-i-do-everything-laura-demands.html' title='Because I do everything Laura demands...'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-13u5mdjIleI/TaCZAa7Z-NI/AAAAAAAAA_4/cvkBB4Wzac8/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-424225961534163045</id><published>2011-04-08T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T06:43:51.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just to say that last night Noah and I attended an awards ceremony for the student art show on campus.  Noah won...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEST OF SHOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and a nice prize)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated by eating dinner in bed.&lt;br /&gt;We live a luxurious life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-424225961534163045?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/424225961534163045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=424225961534163045' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/424225961534163045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/424225961534163045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-of-show.html' title='Best of Show'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-5630687262435789167</id><published>2011-03-26T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T15:23:26.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's catching...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o9tJW9MDs2M" frameborder="0" height="390" width="450"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official...I have Bieber Fever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-5630687262435789167?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/5630687262435789167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=5630687262435789167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5630687262435789167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5630687262435789167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-catching.html' title='It&apos;s catching...'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/o9tJW9MDs2M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-7255524091026722629</id><published>2011-03-26T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:30:44.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day...</title><content type='html'>Today Noah and I went to go see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, (with the Hargiss')&lt;/span&gt;.  It was pretty good, but after the movie I couldn't help but think, "This is just one big game of capture the flag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to get my nails done with &lt;a href="http://jmhargiss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, which was fabulous.  I went for mint green with pink sparkles in the Gelac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uUU8HQxszG8/TY2TwjMW3bI/AAAAAAAAA_o/fyw6sJ0YRPk/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-26%2Bat%2B01.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uUU8HQxszG8/TY2TwjMW3bI/AAAAAAAAA_o/fyw6sJ0YRPk/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-26%2Bat%2B01.19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588285174926728626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  We went to the mall before the movie because we had intended to go at 7:25 but of course every single show was sold out, so the husbands bought tickets to go to the 10:10 show (Seriously?  I'm too old to go to movies that late now.)  Anyway, while in the mall Noah was holding Isla who had passed out by that point (by passed out, I mean she was sleeping).  Apparently women kept pointing at him and smiling.  He said he wasn't used to the attention and I told Isla she'd better not get women to be checkin' out my man because if that was the case I'd make her pay later in life.  Empty threats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.  The entire reason we went into the mall was so I could buy these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jNaHkIVTHGE/TY2VunTw0fI/AAAAAAAAA_w/f-hlKXoKZk8/s1600/steven-by-steve-madden-intyce-cognac-leather-boots-profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jNaHkIVTHGE/TY2VunTw0fI/AAAAAAAAA_w/f-hlKXoKZk8/s320/steven-by-steve-madden-intyce-cognac-leather-boots-profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588287340695048690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had one pair left in my size.  I walked away.  They cost $130 and I just couldn't bring myself to spend that much on a pair of shoes even if I'm using all of my birthday money to do it.  I have wanted them since winter of 2009.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-7255524091026722629?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/7255524091026722629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=7255524091026722629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7255524091026722629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7255524091026722629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-day.html' title='Another day...'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uUU8HQxszG8/TY2TwjMW3bI/AAAAAAAAA_o/fyw6sJ0YRPk/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-26%2Bat%2B01.19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-8291795699910524693</id><published>2011-03-16T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T16:33:05.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You are a beloved daughter of Heavenly Father, prepared to come to the  earth at this particular time for a sacred and glorious purpose. You  have a noble responsibility to use your strength and influence for good.  Your loving Heavenly Father has blessed you with talents and abilities  that will help you fulfill your divine mission."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think about life like that, does anything else matter?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could always have more perspective.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be less angry and more kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-8291795699910524693?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/8291795699910524693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=8291795699910524693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8291795699910524693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8291795699910524693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-5636399942273664949</id><published>2011-03-10T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:53:18.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A big old day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wrote one IEP for a meeting at 8 a.m. that never happened.&lt;br /&gt;-Went to the dentist for the first time in 5 years.  Poor teeth.&lt;br /&gt;-Had one reception for a very handsome budding artist. :)&lt;br /&gt;-Ate one very delicious hot dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't so bad. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bfpT2GTwQs/TXm4jZUs4dI/AAAAAAAAA_I/0Pcj47OVKxA/s1600/IMG_1451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bfpT2GTwQs/TXm4jZUs4dI/AAAAAAAAA_I/0Pcj47OVKxA/s320/IMG_1451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582696131335086546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(P.S. Check out how skinny he is!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-5636399942273664949?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/5636399942273664949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=5636399942273664949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5636399942273664949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5636399942273664949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/03/big-old-day.html' title='A big old day...'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bfpT2GTwQs/TXm4jZUs4dI/AAAAAAAAA_I/0Pcj47OVKxA/s72-c/IMG_1451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-5471023246109255457</id><published>2011-02-26T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T15:37:33.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do it Yerself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So last weekend Jessica and I took a trip to the thrift store and I found this fabulous little piece of goodness.  It doesn't look like much now, but you just wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CmfRmXn8S7U/TWmNkQ33GJI/AAAAAAAAA-o/5Zq45Uw7E2Q/s320/Photo0173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578145267619141778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took a short trip to Home Depot where I got:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-sand paper 100 grit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-ebony colored stain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I taped it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ib8BGnwxKI/TWmNkm5lUQI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Ws__lGXKu8c/s320/IMG_3830.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578145273531945218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After I hung it up, I also painted on just a touch of gold acrylic on the little decorative pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFnP8Mk1N9I/TWmNlT1cPXI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gWthfhNYBW4/s320/IMG_3839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578145285594168690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Voila!  Now it sits above my sofa and it only cost me $10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXT9VC0Fw8o/TWmNlGGHZxI/AAAAAAAAA-4/p9cIRI4D_4E/s1600/IMG_3836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXT9VC0Fw8o/TWmNlGGHZxI/AAAAAAAAA-4/p9cIRI4D_4E/s320/IMG_3836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578145281906009874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-5471023246109255457?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/5471023246109255457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=5471023246109255457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5471023246109255457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5471023246109255457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-it-yerself.html' title='Do it Yerself'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CmfRmXn8S7U/TWmNkQ33GJI/AAAAAAAAA-o/5Zq45Uw7E2Q/s72-c/Photo0173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-3444046611751408155</id><published>2011-02-26T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:22:29.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LS2dST1UHBE/TWmJW_AY6fI/AAAAAAAAA-g/uq5VNx83RA0/s1600/IMG_3844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LS2dST1UHBE/TWmJW_AY6fI/AAAAAAAAA-g/uq5VNx83RA0/s320/IMG_3844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578140641438263794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah: "Becky, Isla says she's in a baking mood.  Can I borrow your basket so that Isla can sit in it while she bakes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the best part about babysitting is watching and listening to Noah interact.  I'm pretty sure Isla is now "holding the cookbook."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-3444046611751408155?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/3444046611751408155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=3444046611751408155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3444046611751408155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3444046611751408155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/02/funny-things.html' title='Funny Things'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LS2dST1UHBE/TWmJW_AY6fI/AAAAAAAAA-g/uq5VNx83RA0/s72-c/IMG_3844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-9165711416941150428</id><published>2011-02-22T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:02:14.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bieber Feaver</title><content type='html'>Because of &lt;a href="http://jmhargiss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; I'm obsessed with Justin Bieber.  My students will now adore me.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qdDVtFvJwUc" frameborder="0" height="390" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Noah also put the cookie dough from yesterday in convenient bite size pieces for baking. Coincidentally, they also conveniently find their way into my mouth.  Dang handiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-9165711416941150428?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/9165711416941150428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=9165711416941150428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/9165711416941150428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/9165711416941150428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/02/bieber-feaver.html' title='Bieber Feaver'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qdDVtFvJwUc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-5636118680415857663</id><published>2011-02-19T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:56:28.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basement Dwellers</title><content type='html'>Here are the culprits that made me cry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtVzVGgotKg/TWCsXIQ3egI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/fWziOYZWO5M/s1600/IMG_3828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtVzVGgotKg/TWCsXIQ3egI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/fWziOYZWO5M/s320/IMG_3828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575645852039870978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That very same weekend we also went snowshoeing, which was awesome!  It was so warm and good times were had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTyPCLFAaxc/TWCsWy5G-KI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/HWuEyuREzX8/s1600/IMG_3799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTyPCLFAaxc/TWCsWy5G-KI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/HWuEyuREzX8/s320/IMG_3799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575645846303078562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt96Nkiwozc/TWCsWcRWYiI/AAAAAAAAA-I/07wMAbvgRHI/s1600/IMG_3809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nt96Nkiwozc/TWCsWcRWYiI/AAAAAAAAA-I/07wMAbvgRHI/s320/IMG_3809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575645840230736418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we all are afterward.  Happy Birthday Brandon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlRVo32ZJ8Y/TWCsWNfhbHI/AAAAAAAAA-A/06AmKvtHg8Q/s1600/IMG_3825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlRVo32ZJ8Y/TWCsWNfhbHI/AAAAAAAAA-A/06AmKvtHg8Q/s320/IMG_3825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575645836263648370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really going to miss these guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPeWKCgup6M/TWCsV3MPgHI/AAAAAAAAA94/zXTzfy9O9KI/s1600/IMG_3823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPeWKCgup6M/TWCsV3MPgHI/AAAAAAAAA94/zXTzfy9O9KI/s320/IMG_3823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575645830277202034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(except Noah of course. He'll be around for eternity.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-5636118680415857663?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/5636118680415857663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=5636118680415857663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5636118680415857663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5636118680415857663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/02/basement-dwellers.html' title='Basement Dwellers'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtVzVGgotKg/TWCsXIQ3egI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/fWziOYZWO5M/s72-c/IMG_3828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-1384515213007604401</id><published>2011-02-16T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T16:50:03.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Mush</title><content type='html'>So I know you are all out there posting what you did on Valentine's and I wasn't going to, but well, here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a very hectic Monday trying to do things for the kids, which was of course futile.  I send them packing, thinking great, an extra hour of time for me to get things done!  No!  I helped the kids deliver the Valentine's they didn't have time to give each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home, finally, late because I spent so much time working and Noah is there making dinner.  He gives me a kiss and helps me with my bag and I go in to the bedroom to find a dozen pink roses in zebra print wrapping sitting on my bed.  It was so beautiful and nice that I sat down on the bed and cried because the day just wasn't the best.  Noah comes in somewhat confused, but all was well.  About a half hour later we realize the roast won't be done for a long time.  We then decide to go to Burger King with our gift card we won at the stake dance.  Weeell, Noah forgot to use it so we still have a Burger King card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home Noah was in a grumpy mood and we fought.  Noah dropped the roast on the floor and we yelled at each other.  About 5 minutes later we decided to start our evening over, which is what we always do when we feel like we're stuck in gloomy moods.  Often, I like to just start my day over and crawl into bed and pretend to wake-up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the evening we lay in bed doing whatever we felt like.  So it wasn't as perfect as Noah had planned, but forgiveness is what love is all about right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-1384515213007604401?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/1384515213007604401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=1384515213007604401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1384515213007604401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1384515213007604401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-mush.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Mush'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-5583503826711634123</id><published>2011-02-09T20:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T20:36:10.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberries and Exercise</title><content type='html'>I did a little modern dance in the living room...it's been a long time and I smiled every minute I was dancing.  Afterward, I ate these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TVNq1I-JA5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/wRXgE5tEvus/s1600/IMG_3791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TVNq1I-JA5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/wRXgE5tEvus/s320/IMG_3791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571914625161167762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TVNq03xajmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/MxoxnPm33jg/s1600/IMG_3790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TVNq03xajmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/MxoxnPm33jg/s320/IMG_3790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571914620544388706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TVNq0ldjTVI/AAAAAAAAA9c/j1mV9waKUwk/s1600/IMG_3786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TVNq0ldjTVI/AAAAAAAAA9c/j1mV9waKUwk/s320/IMG_3786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571914615629237586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is my favorite cup.  I wash it just so I can eat and/or drink out of it for just about everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-5583503826711634123?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/5583503826711634123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=5583503826711634123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5583503826711634123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5583503826711634123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/02/blueberries-and-exercise.html' title='Blueberries and Exercise'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TVNq1I-JA5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/wRXgE5tEvus/s72-c/IMG_3791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-1483114773615557395</id><published>2011-02-09T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T07:15:47.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Noe</title><content type='html'>Here's a little note I found on my computer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Becky-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much.  I think you are a wonderful wife and a very dedicated teacher.  Even though I miss you sometimes, I know that you are putting in lots of hard work for the kids.  They may not show it now or even in this lifetime, but these kids will thank you for the help and love you have given them.  You are amazing!!  I love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Noah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes my day better.  I'm pretty sure I married someone not too far from perfection.  I've got a lot of catching up to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-1483114773615557395?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/1483114773615557395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=1483114773615557395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1483114773615557395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1483114773615557395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-i-love-noe.html' title='Why I Love Noe'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-3512516401868335054</id><published>2011-02-07T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:18:37.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comical Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought this might make you guys chuckle.  Yes, I made it.  Enjoy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TVBvLDqBHgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/m1OWuagEaS8/s1600/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TVBvLDqBHgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/m1OWuagEaS8/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571074974808088066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-3512516401868335054?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/3512516401868335054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=3512516401868335054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3512516401868335054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3512516401868335054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/02/comical-life.html' title='Comical Life'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TVBvLDqBHgI/AAAAAAAAA9U/m1OWuagEaS8/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-933711270138314718</id><published>2011-02-05T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T20:39:19.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Happiness</title><content type='html'>This, was my Christmas present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TU4k8bljdpI/AAAAAAAAA9M/NDMTDTDPUZw/s1600/IMG_3769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TU4k8bljdpI/AAAAAAAAA9M/NDMTDTDPUZw/s320/IMG_3769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570430409719903890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Added to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TU4k8Eq23bI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Y5xlGV85_vw/s1600/IMG_3770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TU4k8Eq23bI/AAAAAAAAA9E/Y5xlGV85_vw/s320/IMG_3770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570430403568131506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A short before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TU4k7wSekaI/AAAAAAAAA88/tIBO2XvGDDM/s1600/IMG_3772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TU4k7wSekaI/AAAAAAAAA88/tIBO2XvGDDM/s320/IMG_3772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570430398097166754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annnnnnd, after (I did a lot while Noah was out of town):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TU4k7c_M1JI/AAAAAAAAA80/x_zon16l_Dk/s1600/IMG_3773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TU4k7c_M1JI/AAAAAAAAA80/x_zon16l_Dk/s320/IMG_3773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570430392916038802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As another note, I've lost 13 lbs. and I really liked my outfit today so now, you get a picture of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TU4k7LCnyoI/AAAAAAAAA8s/FFgt__xmBww/s1600/IMG_3774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TU4k7LCnyoI/AAAAAAAAA8s/FFgt__xmBww/s320/IMG_3774.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570430388098550402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-933711270138314718?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/933711270138314718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=933711270138314718' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/933711270138314718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/933711270138314718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/02/miscellaneous-happiness.html' title='Miscellaneous Happiness'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TU4k8bljdpI/AAAAAAAAA9M/NDMTDTDPUZw/s72-c/IMG_3769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-3131730832019457407</id><published>2011-01-31T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:04:24.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Highlights</title><content type='html'>This weekend was wonderful.  First of all, at Weight Watchers I've come to a total of 12 lbs!  Afterward, I was talking to a friend and told her she should quit her job because she is so stressed.  She replied to me, "But then I can't buy myself a new car every month!"  Believe me, she does actually do this.  She trades in her old car for another car every other week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by to get supplies for the Thai food party on Saturday and received a life lesson lecture from the man at the register.  He could tell I was younger and perhaps he felt I needed his wisdom.  I was amused to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TUcHXtOxYpI/AAAAAAAAA8g/W1zoKIyY-os/s1600/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TUcHXtOxYpI/AAAAAAAAA8g/W1zoKIyY-os/s320/books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568427568126845586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All day.  It was blissful.  There were no meetings and no appointments.  Just Noah and I snuggled up on the couch reading books with the sun streaming in.  Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-3131730832019457407?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/3131730832019457407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=3131730832019457407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3131730832019457407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3131730832019457407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/01/weekend-highlights.html' title='Weekend Highlights'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TUcHXtOxYpI/AAAAAAAAA8g/W1zoKIyY-os/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-3590734532723872861</id><published>2011-01-27T11:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:25:53.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>List of Quotes</title><content type='html'>Recently I've been compiling a list of favorite quotes from &lt;a href="http://lds.org"&gt;general authorities&lt;/a&gt; and I thought I'd share them with all of you (partially because I can archive them here and not have them on my sticky note on my desktop):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So if various trials are allotted to you, partake of life’s bitter cups, but without becoming bitter."-Neal A. Maxwell "Remember How Merciful the Lord Hath Been"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "I testify to you that our promised blessings are beyond measure. Though the storm clouds may gather, though the rains may pour down upon us, our knowledge of the gospel and our love of our Heavenly Father and of our Savior will comfort and sustain us and bring joy to our hearts as we walk uprightly and keep the commandments. There will be nothing in this world that can defeat us.&lt;br /&gt;     My beloved brothers and sisters, fear not. Be of good cheer. The future is as bright as your faith."-Thomas S. Monson "Be of Good Cheer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Pride is a deadly cancer. It is a gateway sin that leads to a host of other human weaknesses. In fact, it could be said that every other sin is, in essence, a manifestation of pride.&lt;br /&gt;This sin has many faces. It leads some to revel in their own perceived self-worth, accomplishments, talents, wealth, or position. They count these blessings as evidence of being “chosen,” “superior,” or “more righteous” than others. This is the sin of “Thank God I am more special than you.” At its core is the desire to be admired or envied. It is the sin of self-glorification.&lt;br /&gt;     For others, pride turns to envy: they look bitterly at those who have better positions, more talents, or greater possessions than they do. They seek to hurt, diminish, and tear down others in a misguided and unworthy attempt at self-elevation. When those they envy stumble or suffer, they secretly cheer."-Dieter F. Utchdorf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-3590734532723872861?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/3590734532723872861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=3590734532723872861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3590734532723872861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3590734532723872861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/01/list-of-quotes.html' title='List of Quotes'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-6666757537263796333</id><published>2011-01-25T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:48:48.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consumed</title><content type='html'>Oh special education, how you consume my every waking moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-6666757537263796333?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/6666757537263796333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=6666757537263796333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6666757537263796333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6666757537263796333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/01/consumed.html' title='Consumed'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-4763982808019747057</id><published>2011-01-16T18:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:30:47.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender</title><content type='html'>Today in church we had talks on &lt;a href="http://lds.org/pages/tender-mercies-of-lord?lang=eng"&gt;"tender mercies of the Lord."&lt;/a&gt;  I realized that I haven't really been looking for them in my life.  So I started thinking and I realized how much God has blessed our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TTOxdrJUNZI/AAAAAAAAA78/SdCRprZPrkA/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-09%2Bat%2B19.06%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TTOxdrJUNZI/AAAAAAAAA78/SdCRprZPrkA/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-09%2Bat%2B19.06%2B%25234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562985088088814994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah and I were married in May 2009.  First of all, I thought I'd never get married.  I'd never dated anyone before and didn't really have anyone interested in me.  It could have been me and how awkwardly I acted around boys when I went on dates with them.  I never really felt comfortable.  Noah was a different story all together.  I liked the way he treated and respected me when we talked.  I look at our relationship as a tender mercy.  Noah was just what I needed in my life just when I needed it and he will always be just what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our marriage, life was good.  We weren't rich, but we had enough to keep us going.  When I started having monthly painful attacks I was really scared.  When the doctor told me I had to have my gallbladder removed I was even more scared.  When the woman at the hospital told me it was going to cost me $10,000 I about had a heart attack on top of the gallbladder.  I know that many people were praying for us.  I know that there was no other way Noah and I would have received so much financial aid.  My family sent money for my birthday, we found $100 on our doorstep from someone in the ward, and the hospital gave us a lot of financial aid.  I know that that was a tender mercy of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TTOyYri2vII/AAAAAAAAA8E/1V4zV2diiQo/s1600/IMG_3618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TTOyYri2vII/AAAAAAAAA8E/1V4zV2diiQo/s320/IMG_3618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562986101808217218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought as well after all of that, that I was doomed to never get a job to support us sufficiently.  When I interviewed for a teaching position I hoped, but didn't spend a lot of time on it.  When my principal called and offered me the teaching position I couldn't believe this was happening.  I know that the Lord answered my prayers.  (The above picture is of my para and I on Halloween.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this weekend, I was feeling a bit down on myself and Noah was out of town.  I was doing dishes and getting angrier and angrier with my thoughts.  Not at Noah, but at others unkindness and selfishness.  I felt so angry at one point and still mixed with remorse for my feelings I started to sing hymns.  Peace came into my heart and I felt for once in a long time happy and whole.  The Lord gave me yet another tender mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, they're everywhere!  Those tender moments when you know God is there.  And in hopes of helping you feel a tender mercy I'll leave you with this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The history of the Church in this, the dispensation of the fulness of  times, is replete with the experiences of those who have struggled and  yet who have remained steadfast and of good cheer as they have made the  gospel of Jesus Christ the center of their lives. This attitude is what  will pull us through whatever comes our way. It will not remove our  troubles from us but rather will enable us to face our challenges, to  meet them head on, and to emerge victorious"-Thomas S. Monson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2009/04/be-of-good-cheer?lang=eng"&gt;"Be of Good Cheer"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-4763982808019747057?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/4763982808019747057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=4763982808019747057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4763982808019747057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4763982808019747057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/01/tender.html' title='Tender'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TTOxdrJUNZI/AAAAAAAAA78/SdCRprZPrkA/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-09%2Bat%2B19.06%2B%25234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-4414474772629831405</id><published>2011-01-12T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:02:22.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlisted</title><content type='html'>While we're on the topic of lists I've come up with some creative ones, in fact, I made a list of them.  Today is themed "A Day in the Life of Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things now on my to do list(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test&lt;br /&gt;Math Planning and Assessment&lt;br /&gt;Plan writing about past/present/future tense and adj&lt;br /&gt;Read Math Program Material&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run Discrepancies&lt;br /&gt;Test  Student&lt;br /&gt;Test New Referral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read gas meter&lt;br /&gt;Dishes&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum&lt;br /&gt;Fold Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Follow the breadcrumb trail Noah left or, in other words, pick up Noah's trail of crap he left from point A to point B/Better yet remind Noah to do it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Buy/Pay for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INK!&lt;br /&gt;Brakes&lt;br /&gt;Appointments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical list in the life of Becky.  Oh dear.  This actually compromises 3 of my lists that I look at on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know what's funny?  I feel like I just pasted my diary out there on the internet by giving you this list.  I had to alter it to make myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is the third time I've added to this post.  I have had an epiphany.  I HAVE CATEGORIZED MY LIFE IN TO LISTS.  I am a list maker.  Look at my blog posts from the last month if not more.  I have given you my life's narrative in the form of lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, (yes this is my fourth time editing, I'm LISTING again) I am not alone in this list mania.  There are other people out there!  All you have to do is Google obsession with lists.  Is anyone else completely terrified by this epiphany?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-4414474772629831405?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/4414474772629831405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=4414474772629831405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4414474772629831405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4414474772629831405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/01/enlisted.html' title='Enlisted'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-4112300312459829174</id><published>2011-01-11T21:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:03:33.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen of Lists</title><content type='html'>So when I went home I found lists.  Apparently my list making began  early on.  Now I make lists of things I need to do, and then I made  lists of other things like: qualities I want in a husband, 1,000 things  that make me happy, etc.  Today I would like to begin my new year with a  list of things I want to accomplish this summer when I'm no longer  swamped with work.  Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hike &amp;amp; camp in Moab.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Take Noah's overly priced road trip.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Begin couponing.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Read as many books as humanly possible.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Make my quilt!&lt;br /&gt;6.  Finish certification.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Take a picnic, several if possible.&lt;br /&gt;8.  GO CAMPING!!!!!!!!!!!  Everywhere and anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Build something.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Paint, paint, and more paint.&lt;br /&gt;11.  Run a long distance.&lt;br /&gt;12.  Finally make Noah hike the Y.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Eat cupcakes &amp;amp; ice cream and still lose weight. :)&lt;br /&gt;14.  Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;15.  Run barefoot in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;16.  DANCE PAR-TAY EVERY FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;17.  Read the Old Testament.&lt;br /&gt;18. Volunteer.&lt;br /&gt;19.  Trip to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;20.  Put my feet in the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  think 18 is a good number to start with.  Every time I try to end I  come up with something new, see now there are 20.  Oh I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do?  Any suggestions my dear, 8 loyal followers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-4112300312459829174?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/4112300312459829174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=4112300312459829174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4112300312459829174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4112300312459829174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/01/queen-of-lists.html' title='Queen of Lists'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-3545820745871726869</id><published>2011-01-01T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:21:20.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I resolve to...</title><content type='html'>I know you've read a million blogs by now filled with resolutions, and here's another one.  This year I'm going to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Keep all of my organs.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Become certified as a legit teacher.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Serve Noah more and care less about what he doesn't pick up off the floor.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Lose 30 lbs. and reach my goal weight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-3545820745871726869?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/3545820745871726869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=3545820745871726869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3545820745871726869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3545820745871726869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-resolve-to.html' title='I resolve to...'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-7351263831480675530</id><published>2010-12-29T21:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T21:31:59.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Merry Maryland Christmas</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving tomorrow for Utah. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While here, I spent a good amount of time going through the attic trying to re-organize and get rid of things.  Some things I believed were valuable as a teenager no longer are so we had quite a bit to get rid of.  A few treasures included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My "Online Guy File"&lt;/span&gt;-Oh yes folks, before Noah and I were married I had somewhat of any online relationship with a boy and well I kept everything he sent me.  Noah was thoroughly amused by the whole thing, but insisted that mailing everything back would not be appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stinks Bugs&lt;/span&gt;-Ew, ew, and ew.  I hate you stink bugs, you have ruined the smell of my childhood memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glowy and Blankie&lt;/span&gt;-They have weathered a lot through the years, but I finally have them back with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;-Oh my gosh my books.  I can't take them all home with me and this made me very sad.  They will have to continue to sit in the stink bug infested attic.  Sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lists&lt;/span&gt;-I made a list of 1,000 things that made me happy.  It brought a really big smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we did a little shopping while here and because I enjoy lists so much here's what I bought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 long sleeve shirts&lt;br /&gt;1 cardigan&lt;br /&gt;1 sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of very warm running pants&lt;br /&gt;A stretchy running shirt for Noah and a new pair of cheap running shoes to break in the Vibrams (see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another list of all the fabulous gifts we got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of drunken reindeer pj's&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of snowman pj's&lt;br /&gt;2 shirts&lt;br /&gt;1 massage&lt;br /&gt;1 pr. Vibrams&lt;br /&gt;2 Threadless tees&lt;br /&gt;1 Old Navy gift card&lt;br /&gt;1 nifty socket wrench&lt;br /&gt;1 crate full of Obi's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Becky:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 beautiful turquoise necklace and matching earrings that I've waited for since July&lt;br /&gt;1 set of Tahitian pearls (Black)&lt;br /&gt;Lots of soap (I wonder if my family thinks I'm dirty)&lt;br /&gt;1 rotary cutter&lt;br /&gt;1 self healing mat&lt;br /&gt;1 iPod shuffle&lt;br /&gt;1 Black Ann Taylor Dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've both got a few extra pounds around the middle with inspiration from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-7351263831480675530?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/7351263831480675530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=7351263831480675530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7351263831480675530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7351263831480675530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/12/very-merry-maryland-christmas.html' title='A Very Merry Maryland Christmas'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-5306273872342010921</id><published>2010-12-21T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T22:43:33.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying High</title><content type='html'>By this time tomorrow I will be in the air homeward bound.  I feel good about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in somewhat of a cranky mood for the last 30 minutes so I decided to make a list of things I'm grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Noah.  He has to be on the top of the list right?  Really though, he puts up with a lot and I cannot imagine life with a better person.  I don't regret marrying him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Friends.  There have been a lot of people in my life who travel in and out, but I've had some constants.  I appreciate that they put up with my craziness and sometimes even come over and do Pilates with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Being Mormon.  I don't know what it's like to be anything else, but I will tell you that from my point of view nothing beats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  My body.  It hasn't been my best friend these last five years, but it's mine and I'm grateful that I have one that on most occasions works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My Job.  It's tough and I spend, oh I'd say 12 hours a day or more doing it, but I'm doing something useful and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  My calling.  I spent the first couple of months of being in my new married ward having a really tough time adjusting and feeling needed.  Getting a calling that made me feel useful and needed helped a lot, plus I got to know a lot of really amazing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Our down comforter.  Our apartment is really cold.  Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  The temple.  It's the most peaceful place on this earth.  I always feel like I can go there to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Weight Watchers.  It's my support system (plus Noah) and it's turned my husband into the sexiest man alive.  He held this title before his weight loss and I didn't think it was possible, but he's even sexier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Wishes coming true.  Sunday night I told Noah I wanted a blizzard.  I got one and it's beautiful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-5306273872342010921?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/5306273872342010921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=5306273872342010921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5306273872342010921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5306273872342010921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/12/flying-high.html' title='Flying High'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-27580513277921129</id><published>2010-12-17T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:59:39.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear Martha</title><content type='html'>So I've mentioned I don't have a whole lot of time to do artsy fartsy things like I'd like to do, but here are a few snippets of things I've done recently (as in the last 5 months):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxoOqpwLWI/AAAAAAAAA7o/n59x5IXTOuA/s1600/IMG_3763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxoOqpwLWI/AAAAAAAAA7o/n59x5IXTOuA/s320/IMG_3763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551927041817849186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was originally done for the Farmer's Market.  We stretched IKEA remnants over cork board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxoOZG5pqI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Ps_PI3dyDK0/s1600/IMG_3760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxoOZG5pqI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Ps_PI3dyDK0/s320/IMG_3760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551927037108266658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These fabrics combined with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxoNxYO7jI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zt2dbMBJXTQ/s1600/IMG_3757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxoNxYO7jI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/zt2dbMBJXTQ/s320/IMG_3757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551927026443546162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this drawing, may equal one quilt (someday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxn6JkomzI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/q_54z9IE1Lw/s1600/IMG_3753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxn6JkomzI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/q_54z9IE1Lw/s320/IMG_3753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551926689340627762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been exploring and experimenting with watercolors.  A lot of what I'm doing involves pockets and sewing on watercolor paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxn59e1c5I/AAAAAAAAA7I/aKV5cHE_I2A/s1600/IMG_3752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxn59e1c5I/AAAAAAAAA7I/aKV5cHE_I2A/s320/IMG_3752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551926686095078290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea really came from my gallbladder and my recent love for sewing.  I have some plans for this and when I finally have time this summer I might just go about working out the ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxn4-IVw0I/AAAAAAAAA6w/CiHbTRpjasQ/s1600/IMG_3750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxn4-IVw0I/AAAAAAAAA6w/CiHbTRpjasQ/s320/IMG_3750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551926669089293122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beauty was a recent acquisition that turned into this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxn5N2y13I/AAAAAAAAA64/55WWEmW3gBk/s1600/IMG_3751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxn5N2y13I/AAAAAAAAA64/55WWEmW3gBk/s320/IMG_3751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551926673310668658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxn5kcT2MI/AAAAAAAAA7A/iBZB2SCDXXI/s1600/IMG_3754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxn5kcT2MI/AAAAAAAAA7A/iBZB2SCDXXI/s320/IMG_3754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551926679373600962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another thing for Noah to hang I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxn4-IVw0I/AAAAAAAAA6w/CiHbTRpjasQ/s1600/IMG_3750.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-27580513277921129?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/27580513277921129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=27580513277921129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/27580513277921129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/27580513277921129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-dear-martha.html' title='Oh Dear Martha'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TQxoOqpwLWI/AAAAAAAAA7o/n59x5IXTOuA/s72-c/IMG_3763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-8522795763898659148</id><published>2010-12-16T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T21:35:13.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I'm Blogging Twice</title><content type='html'>Ok I couldn't resist.  I wanted to share two things (or more) of good news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I rearranged my classroom AND I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I lost another pound even after being -20 points this week I have OFFICIALLY lost 5% of my body weight!  YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Noah invented a chocolate pumpkin smoothie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. nonfat Greek yogurt&lt;br /&gt;1 c. fat-free milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can (15 oz.) of pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;1 package of Weight Watchers Creamy Chocolate smoothie Mix&lt;br /&gt;2 tbsp brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Spice as desired&lt;br /&gt;Ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blend it all and split it with your spouse.  It's only 3 points and it's FILLING!  I personally enjoy drinking it out of a straw.  Makes me feel exotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  5 days until I'm in MARYLAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  My in-laws bought me a beautiful new dress and when I opened it I didn't take it off for a good 30 min. until we had to go somewhere.  I LOVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-8522795763898659148?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/8522795763898659148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=8522795763898659148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8522795763898659148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8522795763898659148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-know-im-blogging-twice.html' title='I know, I&apos;m Blogging Twice'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-3348638360572209323</id><published>2010-12-16T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T07:36:15.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Break Race</title><content type='html'>We're on the home stretch!  I just need to make it until Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,  I have recently discovered a love for Yoga.  Noah and I were both very happy people after doing my Yoga video (purchased from Ross for like $2.)  I'm going to incorporate this more in to my life.  Also, if you do 30 min of Yoga you get 2 activity points.  That's more than what you get for walking for 30 min.  I find this absolutely worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-3348638360572209323?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/3348638360572209323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=3348638360572209323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3348638360572209323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3348638360572209323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-break-race.html' title='The Christmas Break Race'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-4237539017930671161</id><published>2010-12-08T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T11:14:27.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Treinta</title><content type='html'>What is your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a lame ending to the 30 day challenge, but I thought about it for a moment and decided on a pretty good song and way to end.  My favorite song is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Firm a Foundation&lt;/span&gt;.  When Noah and I were really struggling financially and emotionally back in April we were on our way to the temple and I heard this song on the radio (yay for living in Utah).  I was singing along until they got to the third verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,&lt;br /&gt;For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand&lt;br /&gt;Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I felt the &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=4926ff7372b7a110VgnVCM100000176f620aRCRD&amp;amp;topic=Holy%20Ghost&amp;amp;vgnextoid=23bd6f3d78dd9110VgnVCM1000003a94610aRCRD"&gt;spirit&lt;/a&gt; so strongly right at that moment, telling me that everything would be OK and that no matter what trials may come my way that I am supported by a loving Heavenly Father.  That song goes on and is so comforting and inspiring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When through the deep waters I call thee to go,&lt;br /&gt;The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;&lt;br /&gt;For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,&lt;br /&gt;And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,&lt;br /&gt;My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;&lt;br /&gt;The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design&lt;br /&gt;Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,&lt;br /&gt;I will not, I will not desert to its foes;&lt;br /&gt;That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.&lt;/p&gt;What a powerful ending.  I repeat that very last line with my own &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/me/28TJ-eng/"&gt;testimony&lt;/a&gt;, "I'll never, no never, no never forsake."  The gospel of &lt;a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/jesus-christ?lang=eng"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/a&gt; is true and I have a testimony that the &lt;a href="http://lds.org/topic/book-of-mormon/"&gt;Book of Mormon&lt;/a&gt; is another testament that &lt;a href="http://lds.org"&gt;Christ lives&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-4237539017930671161?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/4237539017930671161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=4237539017930671161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4237539017930671161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4237539017930671161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-treinta.html' title='Day Treinta'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-513723887567512099</id><published>2010-12-07T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:21:54.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Veintinueve</title><content type='html'>In the past month, what have you learned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Writing in this blog has taken way too much of the time I should have used to plan lessons.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I need to be more organized.  I thought I was, but more organization is required for this job.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I can lose 6 lbs. :)  That's right, I did lose 6 lbs.  I'm hoping with the new Weight Watcher's program I'll lose even more.  I stepped on the scale this morning and I've already lost 3 lbs.  Let's hope I can hold on for dear life this week.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Christmas Vacation + School= CHAOS!&lt;br /&gt;5.  I'm stronger than I think I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-513723887567512099?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/513723887567512099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=513723887567512099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/513723887567512099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/513723887567512099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-veintinueve.html' title='Day Veintinueve'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-1759086606428655061</id><published>2010-12-06T16:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:59:35.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Veintiocho</title><content type='html'>A picture of you a year ago and a picture now.  How have you changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TP2DM8oU9OI/AAAAAAAAA6g/kr2hjSiVeAI/s1600/4847_670202691449_17808491_37918653_6130986_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TP2DM8oU9OI/AAAAAAAAA6g/kr2hjSiVeAI/s320/4847_670202691449_17808491_37918653_6130986_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547734574447260898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TP2D5RCx_-I/AAAAAAAAA6o/TG4pQldqOZE/s1600/Thanksgiving%252B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TP2D5RCx_-I/AAAAAAAAA6o/TG4pQldqOZE/s320/Thanksgiving%252B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547735335841169378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I gained 30 lbs.  Thank you first year of marriage and sucky gallbladder.  I also cut my bangs.  Something I've wanted to do for a long time, but never had the guts to do it.  Also, I love my husband more.  I wasn't even married in the first picture.  I live in a new place and I'm a TEACHER!  My life has changed a lot.  Some I would say for the better and others for the worse, but overall I think the change has been good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-1759086606428655061?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/1759086606428655061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=1759086606428655061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1759086606428655061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1759086606428655061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-veintiocho.html' title='Day Veintiocho'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TP2DM8oU9OI/AAAAAAAAA6g/kr2hjSiVeAI/s72-c/4847_670202691449_17808491_37918653_6130986_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-6670074365937112160</id><published>2010-12-06T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:27:42.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Veintisiete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why am I do this 30 day challenge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because it looked fun.  It's a lot of work, but it's still fun.  I saw it on &lt;a href="http://alisha-wainswapp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kevinandgillian.blogspot.com"&gt;Gillian&lt;/a&gt;'s blogs and decided to go for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-6670074365937112160?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/6670074365937112160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=6670074365937112160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6670074365937112160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6670074365937112160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-veintisiete.html' title='Day Veintisiete'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-7705897247676248167</id><published>2010-12-04T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T15:03:49.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Veintiseis</title><content type='html'>What do you think about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an odd question.  I think they're fabulous.  That's why I'm friends with them.  I have lots of friends in all different places.  I like that.  I like being familiar with people everywhere I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-7705897247676248167?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/7705897247676248167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=7705897247676248167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7705897247676248167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7705897247676248167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-veintiseis.html' title='Day Veintiseis'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-6090692921690700181</id><published>2010-12-02T23:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:23:43.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Veinticinco</title><content type='html'>What you would find in my bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapstick&lt;br /&gt;Several Pens&lt;br /&gt;Sticky Notes&lt;br /&gt;Weight Watchers Book and coupons&lt;br /&gt;Gum wrappers&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Pins&lt;br /&gt;Waterbottle&lt;br /&gt;Sanitary Items&lt;br /&gt;Cellphone&lt;br /&gt;Wallet&lt;br /&gt;Keys&lt;br /&gt;Gloves&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;Ibuprofen (or as Esther calls it "Vitamin I")&lt;br /&gt;Loose Coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  purse is pretty boring and normal.  I wish I could say my secret spy  identity card, which I will not reveal on this blog because then it  would give away my cover.  Perhaps even diamond earrings, my spare just  in case.  Or like in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; you might just find the entire contents of my bedroom or house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-6090692921690700181?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/6090692921690700181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=6090692921690700181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6090692921690700181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6090692921690700181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-veinticinco_02.html' title='Day Veinticinco'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-6726180382597884434</id><published>2010-12-02T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:15:39.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Veinticuatro</title><content type='html'>Dear Mom and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the successful person I am today because you helped me believe I could succeed.  I know that I wasn't the most wonderful child to raise.  I still remember my attempts to run away or my pigheadedness, but I love and appreciate you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so far away right now, but I want you to know that even with the distance I don't doubt your love for me.  I have a testimony of the gospel today because of your choice to be sealed together in the temple.  I think about that and how special it is that I've been sealed twice now in the D.C. temple.  I appreciate your faith and your dedication to do hard things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that right now things aren't going so well, but they'll get better.  It's not the end of the world, you always told me that when I was being overly dramatic, and it's true.  Things do get better.  You have no idea how much I wish I could be there to make things better.  It's hard for me to be so far away and hear about all your struggles and know I can't take care of you like you took care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I just want to say I love you.  It almost isn't enough just saying that sometimes, but I mean it.  I can't wait to see you at Christmas.  I feel like my students, I'm just counting down the days until I can get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-6726180382597884434?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/6726180382597884434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=6726180382597884434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6726180382597884434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6726180382597884434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-veinticuatro.html' title='Day Veinticuatro'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-8909419609522301706</id><published>2010-12-01T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:26:42.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Veintitres</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something you crave a lot...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What don't I crave?  However,  the thing I crave the most is ice cream and cookies.  Not necessarily together, but I crave them constantly.  I freaking love both of them.  It's not just sugar because I don't really crave candy.  I like sweet things (a lot) as you can see by my beautiful curves and voluptuous figure, but if the world were to end and there were no cookies and ice cream I'd have some issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-8909419609522301706?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/8909419609522301706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=8909419609522301706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8909419609522301706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8909419609522301706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-veintitres.html' title='Day Veintitres'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-3989729769422425157</id><published>2010-11-30T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T17:55:48.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Veintidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What makes you different than everyone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real questions here for me is what doesn't make me different.  It's a much shorter list.  However, I will attempt to name a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, before I can sleep I have to pull the covers up over my ears.  I cannot sleep unless the covers are over my ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I can spread my toes out like fingers.  I can also intertwine my toes.  Don't believe me, here is &lt;a href="http://hirzysue.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-178.html"&gt;proof&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the taste of raw hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's enough personal information to hold you off for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-3989729769422425157?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/3989729769422425157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=3989729769422425157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3989729769422425157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3989729769422425157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-veintidos.html' title='Day Veintidos'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-651391745288196784</id><published>2010-11-29T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:15:08.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Veintiuno</title><content type='html'>A picture of something that makes you happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TPQlS1M2cwI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/sl7xPYdTTi8/s1600/IMG_3687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TPQlS1M2cwI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/sl7xPYdTTi8/s320/IMG_3687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545098046648775426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wikki Stix are amazing.  I have the kids spelling words with them and THEY LOVE THEM!  The program Headsprout and Wikki Stix have saved my life.  When they finish their spelling words they can make pictures with them.  It brings so much joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-651391745288196784?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/651391745288196784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=651391745288196784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/651391745288196784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/651391745288196784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-veintiuno.html' title='Day Veintiuno'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TPQlS1M2cwI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/sl7xPYdTTi8/s72-c/IMG_3687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-8252391065894485815</id><published>2010-11-28T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:27:31.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Veinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is kind of a lame 30 day challenge.  It's who you see yourself marrying or being with in the future and since I married Noah for eternity I think this one goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway.  I'm going to be with Noah for the rest of my life here on earth and the rest of my existence because of &lt;a href="http://lds.org/church/temples/washington-dc?lang=eng"&gt;this place&lt;/a&gt;.  I love that thought.  I know that because we both made covenants to remain faithful to one another that I will never be without Noah even we get cranky at each other.  You might think I'm crazy because who wants to be with a cranky person, but it's less Noah and more me who is cranky so it's reassuring that he'll stick around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TPMH1OxAOeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/UMYW2x-SGWY/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-14%2Bat%2B12.52%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TPMH1OxAOeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/UMYW2x-SGWY/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-14%2Bat%2B12.52%2B%25234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544784177301305826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-8252391065894485815?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/8252391065894485815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=8252391065894485815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8252391065894485815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8252391065894485815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-veinte.html' title='Day Veinte'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TPMH1OxAOeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/UMYW2x-SGWY/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-14%2Bat%2B12.52%2B%25234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-1498234019902913007</id><published>2010-11-27T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T11:04:36.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Diecinueve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicknames you have and why you have them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're very simple and similar to my name in every way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky-Had it since birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beck-The "y" on the end gets difficult for people to say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckster-Very endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca-Only my sister and a select few people are authorized to call me this.  I hate being called Becca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Whip-My dear roommate M-Dub and I were gangsta' one summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky Shmecky-Esther always wanted me to marry someone with that last name.  Almost had Noah convinced he should change his last name (not really).  She felt it would make me more Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-1498234019902913007?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/1498234019902913007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=1498234019902913007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1498234019902913007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1498234019902913007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-diecinueve.html' title='Day Diecinueve'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-7523338140264077535</id><published>2010-11-27T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T10:52:32.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Dieciocho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plans, dreams, or goals you have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Buy a house in the next 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Get a masters in education and public administration.  Then consider a doctorate.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Have 5 absolutely astonishingly beautiful children.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Lose 40 lbs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-7523338140264077535?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/7523338140264077535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=7523338140264077535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7523338140264077535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/7523338140264077535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-dieciocho.html' title='Day Dieciocho'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-6086781552825369312</id><published>2010-11-25T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T09:54:03.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Diecisiete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone you would want to change lives with for a day and why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TO6iZCeWcNI/AAAAAAAAA6I/GL_NMy-QZEc/s1600/IMG_3622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TO6iZCeWcNI/AAAAAAAAA6I/GL_NMy-QZEc/s320/IMG_3622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543546742384259282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd switch lives with Noah because I'm his sugar mama.  It must be nice. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-6086781552825369312?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/6086781552825369312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=6086781552825369312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6086781552825369312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6086781552825369312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-diecisiete.html' title='Day Diecisiete'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TO6iZCeWcNI/AAAAAAAAA6I/GL_NMy-QZEc/s72-c/IMG_3622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-4950331754234755982</id><published>2010-11-24T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:21:07.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Dieciseis</title><content type='html'>Another picture of yourself is today's post.  I hope you really enjoy this one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TO4AJ3f9oLI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ZGiDxkaF5b8/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-22%2Bat%2B21.54%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TO4AJ3f9oLI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ZGiDxkaF5b8/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-22%2Bat%2B21.54%2B%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543368360856494258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-4950331754234755982?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/4950331754234755982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=4950331754234755982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4950331754234755982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4950331754234755982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-dieciseis.html' title='Day Dieciseis'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TO4AJ3f9oLI/AAAAAAAAA6A/ZGiDxkaF5b8/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-22%2Bat%2B21.54%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-4846069492041651081</id><published>2010-11-23T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T07:20:43.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Quince</title><content type='html'>Yay!  We're at the halfway mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Put your iPod on shuffle and write the first 10 songs that play:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Imogen Heap-The Walk&lt;br /&gt;2. Jack Johnson-Talk of the Town&lt;br /&gt;3. Joey McNeely-The Score-Uptown Girls&lt;br /&gt;4. Lonestar-My Front Porch Looking In&lt;br /&gt;5. Enya-If I Could Be Where You Are&lt;br /&gt;6. Brother Iz-Track 04&lt;br /&gt;7. India Arie-Video&lt;br /&gt;8. Bare Naked Ladies-Off the Hook&lt;br /&gt;9. Small Sins-Stay(A random song I got from an iTunes sampler)&lt;br /&gt;10. Enya-It's in the Rain&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-4846069492041651081?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/4846069492041651081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=4846069492041651081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4846069492041651081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4846069492041651081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-quince.html' title='Day Quince'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-4126547934392354757</id><published>2010-11-22T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T20:42:25.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Catorce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A picture of you and your family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well here we all are at the weddin'.  This is both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TOtEnYGnWWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/K2Frv00hBxE/s1600/IMG_1732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TOtEnYGnWWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/K2Frv00hBxE/s320/IMG_1732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542599209685309794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And no picture of my family is complete without a picture of all of us girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TOtEnynWG8I/AAAAAAAAA5w/76_zC96DDXc/s1600/IMG_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TOtEnynWG8I/AAAAAAAAA5w/76_zC96DDXc/s320/IMG_1755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542599216801913794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, my new family.  Gosh, I freaking love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TOtFJNyqxTI/AAAAAAAAA54/dW_l6ElzPiE/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-22%2Bat%2B21.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TOtFJNyqxTI/AAAAAAAAA54/dW_l6ElzPiE/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-22%2Bat%2B21.32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542599791032845618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-4126547934392354757?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/4126547934392354757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=4126547934392354757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4126547934392354757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4126547934392354757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-catorce.html' title='Day Catorce'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TOtEnYGnWWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/K2Frv00hBxE/s72-c/IMG_1732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-3924598888393078751</id><published>2010-11-21T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T18:51:59.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trece</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Write a letter to someone who has offended you recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Body,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why do you burn when I squat, when I sit, when I  walk?  Muscles are meant to help me move and now they torture me.   Body, you had better not hurt me again or I'm going to kick some trash.   I promise I'll punish you by running harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Becky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah also suggested I write to the asphalt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Asphalt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  suck.  Literally, you suck my knees down to greet you and it hurts.   Thanks to you my knees are bruised and scarred.  I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-3924598888393078751?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/3924598888393078751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=3924598888393078751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3924598888393078751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/3924598888393078751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-trece.html' title='Day Trece'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-5643389519772254493</id><published>2010-11-20T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T18:06:09.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Doce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How you found out about Blogger and why you have one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My cousin Naomi told me about blogger and said, "get one so that everyone could keep up with what you're doing."  I wrote once and then didn't write again for awhile.  Now, Noah's entire family blogs.  Shout out to the family!  So I blog to keep up with them.  Also, I'm hilarious, what better reason is there to blog than to keep you smiling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-5643389519772254493?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/5643389519772254493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=5643389519772254493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5643389519772254493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5643389519772254493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-doce.html' title='Day Doce'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-4670404949534795051</id><published>2010-11-19T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T21:32:26.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another picture of you and your friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TOdasg5gW6I/AAAAAAAAA5A/a7Ph78PqlCk/s1600/n17808491_32155721_7187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TOdasg5gW6I/AAAAAAAAA5A/a7Ph78PqlCk/s320/n17808491_32155721_7187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541497587294559138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I attempted a picture at Harry Potter, but because of technical difficulties you'll have to settle for VERY old.  Here we all are at the sand dunes in Idaho.  I have other friends, these people just happen to be the people I spend the most time with.  Also, I tried to find one of Katie, Brandon, Wally, and A.  Such a picture does not exist.  This should be remedied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-4670404949534795051?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/4670404949534795051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=4670404949534795051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4670404949534795051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4670404949534795051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-once.html' title='Day Once'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TOdasg5gW6I/AAAAAAAAA5A/a7Ph78PqlCk/s72-c/n17808491_32155721_7187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-4959342899578425963</id><published>2010-11-18T14:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:43:26.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Diez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songs I listen to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snow(Hey oh)&lt;/span&gt;-Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet me Halfway&lt;/span&gt;-Black-Eyed Peas  or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Alive&lt;/span&gt;-Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored:  Bach Cello Suites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad:  Anything Regatton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hyped:  Isn't this the same as happy really?  I put down two answers there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-4959342899578425963?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/4959342899578425963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=4959342899578425963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4959342899578425963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/4959342899578425963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-diez_18.html' title='Day Diez'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-6907082524838756030</id><published>2010-11-17T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:12:37.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nueve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something you're proud of in the last few days...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took the plunge and finally cut my bangs straight across.  They haven't been this way since 2nd grade when I rebelled against my mother and agreed to wear headbands until my bangs had grown out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TOQoWzLGuaI/AAAAAAAAA4o/zjIxzrG_lsQ/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-14%2Bat%2B12.51%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TOQoWzLGuaI/AAAAAAAAA4o/zjIxzrG_lsQ/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-14%2Bat%2B12.51%2B%25234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540597813731572130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-6907082524838756030?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/6907082524838756030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=6907082524838756030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6907082524838756030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6907082524838756030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-nueve.html' title='Day Nueve'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TOQoWzLGuaI/AAAAAAAAA4o/zjIxzrG_lsQ/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-14%2Bat%2B12.51%2B%25234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-6043778417261052984</id><published>2010-11-10T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T07:28:58.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ocho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short Term Goals for this Month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Lose 5% of my body weight.  That's 9 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;How:  Follow weight watchers and exercise everyday.  On Sundays I enjoy leisurely walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Read my scriptures every day for at least 10 min.&lt;br /&gt;How:  Pure will power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Plan lessons for the entire month of December.&lt;br /&gt;How:  Make better use of my planning time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-6043778417261052984?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/6043778417261052984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=6043778417261052984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6043778417261052984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6043778417261052984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-ocho.html' title='Day Ocho'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-1648048007029896524</id><published>2010-11-09T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T07:06:19.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Siete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-size:13px;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A picture of someone or something that has had the biggest impact on you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is really a loaded question.  However, I find that the best answer to this is &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/"&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints&lt;/a&gt;.  I would have never been married to my husband for eternity, which is the second thing that has had the most impact on me.  The teachings of the church center on Jesus Christ and his atonement.  I know you'll probably read a bajillion blogs about him, but it only goes to show his impact.  My testimony is simple.  I know &lt;a href="http://lds.org"&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints&lt;/a&gt; is true.  I know that God lives.  I know that he atoned for our sins.  I know that God has watched over me every step of my life and that he will never abandon me.  I know that I will see God again.  I know the Book of Mormon is a true record and that it is another testament of Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNo6wJboZ_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/HPgiEJsADY4/s1600/EcceHomo1600wMed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNo6wJboZ_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/HPgiEJsADY4/s320/EcceHomo1600wMed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537803290645391346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-1648048007029896524?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/1648048007029896524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=1648048007029896524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1648048007029896524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1648048007029896524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-siete.html' title='Day Siete'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNo6wJboZ_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/HPgiEJsADY4/s72-c/EcceHomo1600wMed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-1960611502099616287</id><published>2010-11-09T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:37:20.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Favorite Superhero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;     My favorite superhero, hands down, is Batman.  My interest peaked when my roommate Esther had a somewhat unhealthy obsession with all things Batman.  At one point, Batman guarded our door.  I however, like Batman because he's a real human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman doesn't have any fancy super powers that he got because he's an alien.  I think this fact alone makes him a more believable hero.  I give credit to the other guys with the fancy super powers, they're cool to see and I like to imagine what it would be like to have powers like that.   However, I personally connect with the guy who dresses up in the thing he fears most and saves ordinary people's lives through the use of plausible technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I think makes him awesome is Batman teaches us bravery.  He learns to conquer the things he fears most and turn them in to strengths.  I know that I could be a bit braver and be more like Batman when it comes to spiders.  Also, I could be a good person and capture bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, we could all be a bit more like Batman and make the world a more livable place.  Batman is just like you and me, one day at a time he makes his city safer.  Thanks to Batman Gotham is a better city.  Thanks to his example we all strive to be better people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNo1TWt4doI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/oqSKabZ8Qrw/s1600/n17808491_36826999_4950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNo1TWt4doI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/oqSKabZ8Qrw/s320/n17808491_36826999_4950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537797298437256834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-1960611502099616287?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/1960611502099616287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=1960611502099616287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1960611502099616287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1960611502099616287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-seis.html' title='Day Seis'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNo1TWt4doI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/oqSKabZ8Qrw/s72-c/n17808491_36826999_4950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-725562941975280843</id><published>2010-11-09T21:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T10:19:00.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Cinco</title><content type='html'>A place I've been:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNoz-Dd79MI/AAAAAAAAA4I/2UXTWqJbe4U/s1600/5220_684778955499_17808491_38526351_4197480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNoz-Dd79MI/AAAAAAAAA4I/2UXTWqJbe4U/s320/5220_684778955499_17808491_38526351_4197480_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537795832981222594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year we went to Washington for our friends' wedding.  That's about as exciting as it's been for awhile.  I will tell you where I want to go though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNo0jHqoCaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/phRG_RitcJM/s1600/mediterranean-village.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNo0jHqoCaI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/phRG_RitcJM/s320/mediterranean-village.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537796469763344802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-725562941975280843?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/725562941975280843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=725562941975280843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/725562941975280843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/725562941975280843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-cinco.html' title='Day Cinco'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNoz-Dd79MI/AAAAAAAAA4I/2UXTWqJbe4U/s72-c/5220_684778955499_17808491_38526351_4197480_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-6771394032654445371</id><published>2010-11-09T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:06:41.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Cuatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNoyXqT8xhI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Rstj22T9pqs/s1600/6a00d83451b3c669e200e54f94c4bb8833-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNoyXqT8xhI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Rstj22T9pqs/s320/6a00d83451b3c669e200e54f94c4bb8833-500wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537794073881789970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Credits for the image go to http://www.onlyinphiladelphia.com/2010/04/road-rage-reality/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellllll, I don't really want to admit this, but I get really cranky at other drivers.  For example, the other day at the gas station I was waiting in line and someone drove up and butted.  I hate people who cut in line, especially at gas stations.  So I start being really angry, but while I don't act out at them I still think cranky thoughts about them and say unkind things about them behind the glass of my car.  I have a very difficult time with discourteous drivers.  I sometimes feel that I'm like a little kid shouting, "That's not fair!"  Something to really work on, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-6771394032654445371?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/6771394032654445371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=6771394032654445371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6771394032654445371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/6771394032654445371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-cuatro.html' title='Day Cuatro'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNoyXqT8xhI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Rstj22T9pqs/s72-c/6a00d83451b3c669e200e54f94c4bb8833-500wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-283366229136130219</id><published>2010-11-09T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:37:56.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Tres</title><content type='html'>There is no way on this earth that I could post pictures of all my friends.  That would be a ridiculous task and you would get bored.  However, I will show you pictures of some of my closest friends that I've kept in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the girls I grew up with (Can you tell that I took this picture with Photo Booth instead of scanning it in?).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNovPmsiMGI/AAAAAAAAA3w/781uaH8FVFA/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-09%2Bat%2B22.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNovPmsiMGI/AAAAAAAAA3w/781uaH8FVFA/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-09%2Bat%2B22.21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537790636937326690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure how much they're going to hurt me for this, but here is just an example of the fun times we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNovPea6ZAI/AAAAAAAAA3o/YvFmaVZvDPY/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-09%2Bat%2B22.22%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNovPea6ZAI/AAAAAAAAA3o/YvFmaVZvDPY/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-09%2Bat%2B22.22%2B%25232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537790634715931650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here we are all grown up last year on my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNovEmPVDOI/AAAAAAAAA3g/-3EkuGEW5H4/s1600/tucanos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNovEmPVDOI/AAAAAAAAA3g/-3EkuGEW5H4/s320/tucanos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537790447836269794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other people I love and adore are my old roommates.  Noah is included in this because he is my husband and was going to be bored without me.  However, technically he is now my roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNoutTR3xUI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/a4wxfW939IY/s1600/12861_339655220400_790620400_9468484_1378020_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNoutTR3xUI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/a4wxfW939IY/s320/12861_339655220400_790620400_9468484_1378020_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537790047609668930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-283366229136130219?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/283366229136130219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=283366229136130219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/283366229136130219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/283366229136130219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-tres.html' title='Day Tres'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNovPmsiMGI/AAAAAAAAA3w/781uaH8FVFA/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-09%2Bat%2B22.21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-1641419468272052410</id><published>2010-11-09T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T06:43:35.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNowuFBuqzI/AAAAAAAAA34/2uOxTgWrX6A/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-09%2Bat%2B22.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNowuFBuqzI/AAAAAAAAA34/2uOxTgWrX6A/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-09%2Bat%2B22.16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537792259986991922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From the Middle to the End"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to figure out what to name my blog and I figured, well, this isn't the beginning of my life.  So, it's from the middle to the end.  Very creative, I know.  I thought it sounded artsy, especially when I added "Inquire Within."  It's a little invitation for you to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I drew that picture on a post it and then took a picture of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-1641419468272052410?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/1641419468272052410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=1641419468272052410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1641419468272052410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1641419468272052410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-dos.html' title='Day Dos'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNowuFBuqzI/AAAAAAAAA34/2uOxTgWrX6A/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-09%2Bat%2B22.16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-8711331988557057593</id><published>2010-11-09T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T15:33:17.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNnaJjy7QeI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/qgGSwFAZ908/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-09%2Bat%2B16.28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNnaJjy7QeI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/qgGSwFAZ908/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-09%2Bat%2B16.28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537697074591252962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 interesting facts about me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I teach Special Ed.&lt;br /&gt;2.  My favorite meal is homemade Macaroni &amp;amp; Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I graduated from college at 21.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I've never really traveled outside of the U.S. (Although Noah has now promised to take me to Italy or on a Mediterranean cruise, he didn't promise the last one, but I'd rather have that--or both).&lt;br /&gt;5.  My husband believes I have gravity wells in my knees.  If you want, I'll show you my sweet scars.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I want to write a book.  A good book.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I'm obsessed with Anthropologie and don't own a single item from their store.&lt;br /&gt;8.  One of my biggest pet peeves is being talked down to or using my age as an excuse for something.   i.e. "But you're so young, you can't understand."  Yeah, hate that.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I LOOOOOOOOOOOVE to read, but I hate non-fiction.&lt;br /&gt;10.  As a child I used to play by myself and imagine all the other characters, pretending they were actually there.  One of my favorite characters to play was a shepherdess.  I used to tie a pink sheet around my neck and frolic around my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;11.  I played with Barbies well into middle school, maybe even high school.  My memory is fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;12.  I love to bake.  I feel like I'm inventing something new every time.&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm going to run a 5k in March.  I told myself I never would and now I am.  Day 1 of training was yesterday and I wanted to die!&lt;br /&gt;14.  I feel tough when I fix something and am proud to own a staple gun.  Noah did not buy it, I did.&lt;br /&gt;15.  I had to convince my husband to go out with me the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-8711331988557057593?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/8711331988557057593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=8711331988557057593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8711331988557057593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/8711331988557057593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/thats-me-on-right.html' title='Day Uno'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNnaJjy7QeI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/qgGSwFAZ908/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-11-09%2Bat%2B16.28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-529490410884958307</id><published>2010-11-09T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:25:25.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm jumping on the bandwagon.  I've been reading &lt;a href="http://kevinandgillian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gillian&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://alisha-wainswapp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alisha&lt;/a&gt;'s blogs and can't help myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1-Recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 2-The meaning behind your Blog name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 3-A picture of you and your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 4-A habit that you wish you didn't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 5-A picture of somewhere you've been to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 6-Favorite super hero and why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 7-A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 8-Short term goals for this month and when you'll accomplish them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 9-Something you're proud of in the past few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 10-Songs you listen to when you're bored, happy, sad, mad, hyped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 11-Another picture of you and your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 12-How you found out about blogger and why you have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 13-A letter to someone who has hurt you recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 14-A picture of you and your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 15-Put your iPod or shuffle on-first 10 songs that play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 16-Another picture of yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 17-Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 18-Plans/dreams/goals you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 19-Nicknames you have and why you have them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 20-Someone you see yourself marrying or being with in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 21-A picture of something that makes you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 22-What makes you different from everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 23-Something you crave for a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 24-A letter to your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 25-What I would find in your bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 26-What do you think about your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 27-Why you are doing this 30 day challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 28-A picture of you from last year and now-how have you changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 29-In this past month, what have you learned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day 30-Your favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-529490410884958307?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/529490410884958307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=529490410884958307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/529490410884958307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/529490410884958307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-day-challenge.html' title='30 Day Challenge'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-5667923626589056531</id><published>2010-11-07T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:16:44.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party City</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday I finished 26 progress reports for work and still held everything together to have a housewarming (It was truly a miracle, but I will say on Friday I couldn't hold everything together and finally broke down.  We all have weak days (haha weekdays...get it?) right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcVB2ONdpI/AAAAAAAAA2g/-W0drYmJ2BY/s1600/IMG_1378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcVB2ONdpI/AAAAAAAAA2g/-W0drYmJ2BY/s320/IMG_1378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536917388354483858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Overall,  the housewarming was a success.  We're sad some people couldn't make  it, but we hope they know they are appreciated.  We could have never  have survived the flood without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcVCgTTJ4I/AAAAAAAAA2w/kkTTnYTZC-I/s1600/IMG_1381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcVCgTTJ4I/AAAAAAAAA2w/kkTTnYTZC-I/s320/IMG_1381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536917399650117506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcVCDBHfOI/AAAAAAAAA2o/a-gvvvoDpJA/s1600/IMG_1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcVCDBHfOI/AAAAAAAAA2o/a-gvvvoDpJA/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536917391789227234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcVB2ONdpI/AAAAAAAAA2g/-W0drYmJ2BY/s1600/IMG_1378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcVB2ONdpI/AAAAAAAAA2g/-W0drYmJ2BY/s320/IMG_1378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536917388354483858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(P.S. Almost everything that night was WW friendly AND delicious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday proved to be another busy day this week.  I got up early to go to my WW meeting (which I lost 2.4 lbs. at!) and start working on the following delectable treats with the help of &lt;a href="http://acedgley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crystal&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kristaphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krista&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcROxgff0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/OCLSS7WyhXE/s1600/IMG_3632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcROxgff0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/OCLSS7WyhXE/s320/IMG_3632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536913212380774210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had quite the spread...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcRN-eoHZI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/KYWNZkBDfB8/s1600/IMG_3631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcRN-eoHZI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/KYWNZkBDfB8/s320/IMG_3631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536913198682742162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't take credit for the following, because Crystal made this BEAUTIFUL diaper cake and the sweet decorations that are not sitting on my coffee table still.  I would hate for them to go to waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcRP-plYNI/AAAAAAAAA1g/gZaqvetmc8w/s1600/IMG_3638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcRP-plYNI/AAAAAAAAA1g/gZaqvetmc8w/s320/IMG_3638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536913233088438482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcRQQg7x3I/AAAAAAAAA1o/-KMImploJDw/s1600/IMG_3636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcRQQg7x3I/AAAAAAAAA1o/-KMImploJDw/s320/IMG_3636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536913237883996018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually it was time to open gifts and Jessica was thrilled.  I love her happy grin in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcRRO-ZH_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/iYGcRiM4OcI/s1600/IMG_3661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcRRO-ZH_I/AAAAAAAAA1w/iYGcRiM4OcI/s320/IMG_3661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536913254650552306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcSW5JuSMI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/znIPHKMLIfQ/s1600/IMG_3640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcSW5JuSMI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/znIPHKMLIfQ/s320/IMG_3640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536914451383339202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcSWdh8ecI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/QZ3-IswcnzY/s1600/IMG_3677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcSWdh8ecI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/QZ3-IswcnzY/s320/IMG_3677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536914443968739778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcRP-plYNI/AAAAAAAAA1g/gZaqvetmc8w/s1600/IMG_3638.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcSVegvFbI/AAAAAAAAA2I/6UOOKZ3CX5Y/s1600/IMG_3673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcSVegvFbI/AAAAAAAAA2I/6UOOKZ3CX5Y/s320/IMG_3673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536914427052234162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcROxgff0I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/OCLSS7WyhXE/s1600/IMG_3632.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcSU9HmTOI/AAAAAAAAA2A/W9U0hS5-khE/s1600/IMG_3674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcSU9HmTOI/AAAAAAAAA2A/W9U0hS5-khE/s320/IMG_3674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536914418088430818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcSThSUElI/AAAAAAAAA14/2MpZoPNXmJ8/s1600/IMG_3680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcSThSUElI/AAAAAAAAA14/2MpZoPNXmJ8/s320/IMG_3680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536914393437311570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a lovely afternoon to celebrate Jessica and her baby(Yay Jess!).  After those festivities I headed off to my third party of the day up in Pleasant Grove.  No babies at that shower...at least not yet!  Congratulations to Katie who is getting married in 20 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long week, but I'm happy to begin this next week with a nice relaxing Sunday with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcXEFEuE-I/AAAAAAAAA3A/YNB6DX8o29o/s1600/IMG_3539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcXEFEuE-I/AAAAAAAAA3A/YNB6DX8o29o/s320/IMG_3539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536919625724204002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't resist posting it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-5667923626589056531?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/5667923626589056531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=5667923626589056531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5667923626589056531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/5667923626589056531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/party-city.html' title='Party City'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/TNcVB2ONdpI/AAAAAAAAA2g/-W0drYmJ2BY/s72-c/IMG_1378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597849133937428519.post-1218795432214020655</id><published>2010-11-05T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:00:57.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent Teacher Conferences</title><content type='html'>6 hours of parent teacher conferences the night before makes one teacher unable to function the following day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. That teacher is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7597849133937428519-1218795432214020655?l=beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/feeds/1218795432214020655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7597849133937428519&amp;postID=1218795432214020655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1218795432214020655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7597849133937428519/posts/default/1218795432214020655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyfreakingwhipple.blogspot.com/2010/11/parent-teacher-conferences.html' title='Parent Teacher Conferences'/><author><name>The Colemans</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12538827778070265038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s0CMCGxDzM4/SoLg7xeXxRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UUcfQoaXvs4/S220/IMG_0795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
