<?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-214822290811054675</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:00:39.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest For College</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-6864944692141578413</id><published>2011-03-06T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T12:33:38.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Fast Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuEq1HI6kMY/TXPk_LfpRDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MaWRIXsV_lE/s1600/DSCN0375.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/-VuEq1HI6kMY/TXPk_LfpRDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MaWRIXsV_lE/s320/DSCN0375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581056137310585906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been like 6 months since I last posted....let's be honest - I'm not really an avid blogger...although I love reading the blogs of others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this blog is Quest For College, which I came up with when it was the only thing I could think of.  So that's the topic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is insane....INSANE!  I didn't think it was possible to get any busier, but I've managed.  For example: One of my friends posted on facebook that his day was crazy because he was going from 6am - 11pm.  And in my head I was like...."Chhhh. Dude that's nothing. I'm going from 6am -2am today."  And then I remembered that that is nothing to be proud of, and I'm just a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing you ask that keeps me so sleep deprived?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      - &lt;strong&gt;Dance (secondary) Education Major&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;           Honestly it feels like a double major because I have to do secondary education and certify in dance education as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      - &lt;strong&gt;President of Songs of the Heart Choir (replacement of HOPE)&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;Member of the Institute Council&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      - &lt;strong&gt;I work as an RA&lt;/strong&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;This year I have anywhere between 10-20 hours of Dance rehearsal outside of class.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     - &lt;strong&gt;Going to New York twice this semester for dance:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;          - Performing Alwin Nikolais' Imago with fellow dancers in NYC&lt;br /&gt;          - NCUR : My piece from the student dance concert was accepted into the National College of Undergraduate Research to be presented as a dissertation...this one is taking a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of my piece - I'll post the actual video of the performance/video I made at a later date.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anQEWXs2lbQ/TXPkE3MqJhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/X9T_1rtyG9E/s1600/HUG_4359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anQEWXs2lbQ/TXPkE3MqJhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/X9T_1rtyG9E/s320/HUG_4359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581055135429830162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hg_Jyt26X68/TXPkEougiRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tSXo4ZJo_Js/s1600/HUG_4345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hg_Jyt26X68/TXPkEougiRI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tSXo4ZJo_Js/s320/HUG_4345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581055131545274642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UV5xyDydcUM/TXPkED-kloI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1uXVrnmhrVE/s1600/HUG_4331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UV5xyDydcUM/TXPkED-kloI/AAAAAAAAAMM/1uXVrnmhrVE/s320/HUG_4331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581055121680537218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is just pictures of the dance concert from the fall and last years faculty.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PoyZJ-63VZg/TXPn4J8QVLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/47uNVQzyAdk/s1600/HUG_4654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PoyZJ-63VZg/TXPn4J8QVLI/AAAAAAAAAMs/47uNVQzyAdk/s320/HUG_4654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581059315169514674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-LCTGRBJdI/TXPpkKLV0sI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ocy3fvsHIfs/s1600/HUG_4245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-LCTGRBJdI/TXPpkKLV0sI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ocy3fvsHIfs/s320/HUG_4245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581061170658661058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9TnVwSECd9U/TXPqUW7o7UI/AAAAAAAAANE/9y5wNkZbveY/s1600/HUG_4247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9TnVwSECd9U/TXPqUW7o7UI/AAAAAAAAANE/9y5wNkZbveY/s320/HUG_4247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581061998716185922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0E6yWb8jsUQ/TXPq8ZBQibI/AAAAAAAAANM/mC7EIFhp0Rg/s1600/HUG_9030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0E6yWb8jsUQ/TXPq8ZBQibI/AAAAAAAAANM/mC7EIFhp0Rg/s320/HUG_9030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581062686471391666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nkl6nJ7I1U0/TXPrf5ShXOI/AAAAAAAAANU/oG7fmt18kOI/s1600/HUG_9315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nkl6nJ7I1U0/TXPrf5ShXOI/AAAAAAAAANU/oG7fmt18kOI/s320/HUG_9315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581063296429153506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last order of business from a ridiculously long post that probably no one read all the way through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -I just got accepted to go dance in Taiwan for a study abroad!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amount of exclaimation marks will account for my excitement.  I get to go with one of my favorite dance friends Karyn, who I danced with (unknowingly) and shared a mutual best friend (also unknowingly) when we were like 11.  Wierd right?  Totally rad?  Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inhabitat.com/wp-content/uploads/Green-Taipei-101-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 537px; height: 347px;" src="http://www.inhabitat.com/wp-content/uploads/Green-Taipei-101-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it friends - perhaps I should title this blog Quest For Simplicity....I'll get there someday right?  Life is crazy and faster than I could have ever imagined, but I am really, truly happy.  I'll try to blog again in smaller increments! Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-6864944692141578413?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6864944692141578413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=6864944692141578413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/6864944692141578413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/6864944692141578413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the Fast Lane'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VuEq1HI6kMY/TXPk_LfpRDI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MaWRIXsV_lE/s72-c/DSCN0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-1025055624439029630</id><published>2010-09-18T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T23:28:31.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Lindsay Part 2 -Fall Semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TJWtZjXYrrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Eb6Jil_xDDg/s1600/100_0832.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/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TJWtZjXYrrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Eb6Jil_xDDg/s320/100_0832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518507572914073266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TJWslwaK91I/AAAAAAAAALs/le30Zupi8fY/s1600/100_0825.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/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TJWslwaK91I/AAAAAAAAALs/le30Zupi8fY/s320/100_0825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518506683062220626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TJWslYg_FtI/AAAAAAAAALk/BQyziRRIB-w/s1600/100_0823.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/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TJWslYg_FtI/AAAAAAAAALk/BQyziRRIB-w/s320/100_0823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518506676648351442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TJWslI_vemI/AAAAAAAAALc/RmF-rNdG6XU/s1600/100_0821.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/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TJWslI_vemI/AAAAAAAAALc/RmF-rNdG6XU/s320/100_0821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518506672482384482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TJWsklHaVfI/AAAAAAAAALU/xbBZMoN2EQ8/s1600/100_0814.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/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TJWsklHaVfI/AAAAAAAAALU/xbBZMoN2EQ8/s320/100_0814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518506662850876914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TJWskTENKFI/AAAAAAAAALM/V0-9JXM02Gc/s1600/100_0810.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/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TJWskTENKFI/AAAAAAAAALM/V0-9JXM02Gc/s320/100_0810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518506658005592146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Lindsay told me I needed to post again here it is - This might be the only post that happens this semester. We'll see how it goes, and how much time I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Continuing my Dance Degree at SUU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Working as an RA (which means I live on campus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Working as a student mentor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- President of the Songs of the Heart (The insitutes advanced vocal choral)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Institute council/representative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A member of the Orchesis Modern Dance Company (of SUU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rehearsals for the student and faculty dance concert (about 17 hours a week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Trying to put together a video dance production in 2 weeks. (aaaaahhhh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a lot better than I thought it would be. It's incredibly exhausting and I often sleep for obscenely long amounts on the weekends, but I am really enjoying myself.  I have come to the conclusion that I have a really bad habit at overscheduling myself.  Not just a little but a lot.  There's just so much to do I can't help it.  It's worse at a University because there are so many opportunities to get involved.  I always tell myself that next semester I won't do that again - But it's very much like saying you're going to start the diet...next week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weddings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Jayne both got married, and I was lucky to be able to go to both. Absolutely amazing experiences. Here are a few pics from both (I was having issues with my camera at Rae's wedding so those pics are rather blurry.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-1025055624439029630?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1025055624439029630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=1025055624439029630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/1025055624439029630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/1025055624439029630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/for-lindsay-part-2-fall-semester.html' title='For Lindsay Part 2 -Fall Semester'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TJWtZjXYrrI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Eb6Jil_xDDg/s72-c/100_0832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-5602739541525766370</id><published>2010-06-13T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:16:44.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Lindsay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TBWQT67nYUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LrBubqUQpCo/s1600/SCA_Pose.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/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TBWQT67nYUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LrBubqUQpCo/s320/SCA_Pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482446793304662338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TBWQTbCvmbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MP160gsFbU4/s1600/Kannarraville_monkeys.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/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TBWQTbCvmbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MP160gsFbU4/s320/Kannarraville_monkeys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482446784744626610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  (Hiking Kannarraville Falls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the request of Lindsay, I'm blogging.  I either have too much or nothing interesting to divulge whenever I blog.  Hopefully I can find a happy medium.  So this is life so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am currently working as an R.A. (aka Resident Assistant), and an Assistant Summer Conference Planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've accepted the request to be the HOPE choir president.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've accepted the R.A. position for the 2010-2011 schoolyear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've gotten a job for the 2010-2011 schoolyear as a mentor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So starting this fall I am going to be really busy.  It will be fun, just really really busy.  I know it doesn't sound like a lot, but I will have 2 jobs, HOPE, dance rehearsals, and also classes and homework.  Say goodbye to clean laundry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my latest adventures include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hiking Kannaraville Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Teaching myself how to do acrylic nails.  (That's going to take a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My roommate schooling me in the ways of Cricut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-5602739541525766370?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5602739541525766370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=5602739541525766370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/5602739541525766370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/5602739541525766370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-lindsay.html' title='For Lindsay'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/TBWQT67nYUI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LrBubqUQpCo/s72-c/SCA_Pose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-2092394609221786335</id><published>2010-02-26T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:43:28.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Semester Thus Far</title><content type='html'>Blogging.....it shouldn't be such a struggle but it truly is.  I can never find the time to blog.  Or when I do find the time to blog....I can't think about anything to blog about.  So here's just a little jumbled randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Semester = I feel old,and disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask?  Because of time.  The older I get, the more time flies by.  I seriously felt like it was the second week of the semester, and just yesterday I realized I had to have all these midterm papers and tests next week.  Aaaah!  I honestly feel as if every semester gets faster and faster.  If I'm not careful I'll blink and be 78.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flying means some good things.  Like the end of the semester...which means I get to move out of my house.  YAY!!!!!  I seriously live in Satan's House.  In that sense I can't wait for the semester to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance is going really well.  I have learned so much, and improved so much, and yet I know I still have so much to learn.  I've really enjoyed my dance this semester.  That is probably in part due to the fact that I am not taking 19 credits.  (Dumb idea.  Don't ever do it.)  Plus I have amazing instructors and so much opportunity to get my work out there and particpate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester for example I got to participate in Alwin Nicholais'   &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;IMAGO.  It was a choreographer from the 60s...which has a large influence on the piece.  You will see exactly what I mean.  The dance is based on an imaginary world, much like OZ or Willy Wonka's Oompa Loompa's.  Often times they would perform for children to spark their imagination.  Our University got a grant to do the piece, for the Faculty Dance Concert this year, a concert with the Ririe Woodbury Company, and then taking it to New York next Spring to perform it there.  We are even wearing the original costumes which are like 60 years old. SO COOL!  Which includes little white cones on our head, with clown make-up. At this point I have not even the slightest idea if I'm going to New York since there are two casts, but it's a really big honor for the school, and such an amazing experience for me.  It really has taught me so much, both good and bad about myself, the professional world, and the art with which I practice everyday.  Here are some pictures and videos of people and companies who have done it in the past.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ririewoodbury.com/images/imago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 186px;" src="http://www.ririewoodbury.com/images/imago.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awszvKgl9fA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fm1FA_-RTyU&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next opportunity I've gotten which I am absolutely ecstatic about is Dance in the Environment. An alumni of the SUU dance program came to my Modern Dance Class, and auditioned us while we had class.  She lives in St. George and has been setting choreography on groups of dances in the environment with costumes, and make-up.  She goes to a lot of different places to do this, so there's quite a bit of diversity.  Then we take photo shoots, and video, and later combines all the dances on stage.  For example we are doing a dance to music box music in the snow up in the canyon.  Then we will have a big performance later. If Tim Burton did a dance it would be reminiscient of this.  I absolutely love it!  I'll post pictures as soon as I am able.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more to blog about, but I'll leave it for next time, since I've already blogged a novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-2092394609221786335?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2092394609221786335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=2092394609221786335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/2092394609221786335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/2092394609221786335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/spring-semester-thus-far.html' title='Spring Semester Thus Far'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-4563896575989436651</id><published>2009-12-11T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:55:19.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SyM-QRGd55I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SCexkgrCpZ0/s1600-h/SG%2520temple-nativity1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SyM-QRGd55I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SCexkgrCpZ0/s200/SG%2520temple-nativity1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414239626218825618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really random short post.  Today was the last day of finals for me, and even though it's over, it was a dismal week, and definately today was the worst of them all.  However tonight, I happened to have one of the best nights of probably the whole semester.  I had a HOPE performance down in St. George, and we sang Christmas carols and drank hot chocolate on the way down.  It was a good performance, and then we went out for 5 Guys Burgers.  Oh my heck!  I don't think I have ever had a burger that good!  Amazing!  But that really isn't what made it an amazing night.  A few of us drove to the Temple (St. George) and looked at the lights, and it started snowing,the most beautiful fat fluffy flakes, all lit up by the temple.  It was like being in a snow globe.  I don't like to be cold, but it was so gorgeous and magical that I didn't notice the cold at all.  We ran around for probably 20 minutes catching snowflakes in our mouths, and walked around after that just watching the snow fall and chatting.  It was absolutely enchanting, and turned my miserable day into one of the best nights in a long time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This isn't a picture I took.  Unfortunately I didn't have my camera, so this is the closest to what it looked like.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-4563896575989436651?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4563896575989436651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=4563896575989436651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/4563896575989436651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/4563896575989436651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SyM-QRGd55I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SCexkgrCpZ0/s72-c/SG%2520temple-nativity1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-3627454892215441941</id><published>2009-11-06T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:18:39.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Does One Even Begin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SvS8YJG7CUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QlGJIAakZQY/s1600-h/BIGSQUEEZE!!!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SvS8YJG7CUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QlGJIAakZQY/s200/BIGSQUEEZE!!!!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401148976071903554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...I must be the most dismal blogger in the world.  But if you think that's bad, you guys should check the date of my last journal entry...I'm pretty sure the last entry was in July.  So here's the general update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Still dancing, still in HOPE, still working the costume shop, still wondering how I got myself into the fix I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I think someone taped a sign on my back that reads: &lt;br /&gt;          "If you're not my type, please pursue anyways!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I adopted a cat...who disappeared, and then showed up in Krysta's office, on the 4th floor of the GE building on campus.  And then it disappeared again.  Still perplexed with that one.  (I originally found it in the housing office when I was visiting my old boss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Writing my book still.  (The project that never ends.)  It's going well, I just wish I had more time to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am an AUNT.  I was actually up North when Morgan was born, and so I got to see her the next morning.  She is so beauteous!!!  It's rather surreal.  I've wanted to be an aunt since I was five, and I still can't believe that I am sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-3627454892215441941?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3627454892215441941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=3627454892215441941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/3627454892215441941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/3627454892215441941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-does-one-even-begin.html' title='Where Does One Even Begin?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SvS8YJG7CUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/QlGJIAakZQY/s72-c/BIGSQUEEZE!!!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-6078575412783507709</id><published>2009-09-28T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:12:29.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panting on the Sidelines</title><content type='html'>My summer wasn't very long, and even though last year was pretty easy, I wasn't ready for this one to start.  This year was the exception.  I started out with 14 respectable credits...and by the end of the week I was taking 17 credits, plus 6-7 hours of dance rehearsal, snagged back into HOPE choir, and I'm working in the costume shop.  It's been pretty crazy, and everday it's like...'why am I such an idiot?'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on some days I have ballet and modern dance back to back.  It's like a 4 hour cardio workout.  It's been good, but super tiring.  I truly have incredible professors, even if sometimes I try to find reasons to not show up to class.  All I can say is if I don't lose a pant size, then there's no hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this year is crazy busy, and I'll be at the bar in ballet and thinking, 'This would be a lot easier if I would actually sleep.'  And then I remember I don't have time for such a luxury.  Although I gotta say, I have traded in the sleep for something pretty cool.  I started working in the costume shop, and even though I am not designing right now, I sew, warp and manipulate fabric, and make accessories whenever they need me.  It's been such a cool experience so far, and is something that I love.  I will be looking into buying myself a sewing machine whenever I get the chance.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to one of my best friends wedding, as her bridesmaid and it was amazing in so many ways, but I will post that later, when I get more pictures of everyone there and the actual wedding pictures and what not...but here is the lovely bride Tori:  (I feel so lucky to be able to associate with someone this lovely.  Inside and out.)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/StEBKXSRgvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q1jK4fYJ62s/s1600-h/toriandumbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/StEBKXSRgvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q1jK4fYJ62s/s200/toriandumbrella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391091506500174578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/StEEi7a-UQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Hw4FAdne78k/s1600-h/torsbridal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/StEEi7a-UQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Hw4FAdne78k/s200/torsbridal2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391095227052085506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/StEEiVNmlAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FP-1a9o3OzA/s1600-h/torsbridal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/StEEiVNmlAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FP-1a9o3OzA/s200/torsbridal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391095216795456514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-6078575412783507709?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6078575412783507709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=6078575412783507709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/6078575412783507709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/6078575412783507709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/panting-on-sidelines.html' title='Panting on the Sidelines'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/StEBKXSRgvI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q1jK4fYJ62s/s72-c/toriandumbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-8266913256335887204</id><published>2009-08-08T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:08:33.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Everything</title><content type='html'>The last post wasn't an update really, so I'll do a real one today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So work for me has been a myriad of randomness...but then again that is my job.  The big project for the last couple of weeks has been decorating.   I've been helping Lee(boss), and Cameron decorate the new dorms.  It's been really fun, and I've got to say it...I never thought dorms were allowed to look so rad.  And I'm not saying that about my decorating expertise *cough cough* (Lee and Cam are the masterminds), I just mean, these kids have got it good.  I haven't been around much in the college dorm setting, so maybe I don't know what I am talking about, but I might consider being an RA in this building bc it is so nice...part of me questions that though.  The whole me not liking cafeteria food, and my love of privacy may prevent me from doing so.  But free housing is still really appealing.  So who knows.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a Saturday, and I had appointments down on the quaint Main Street, and the appoinments were like 2 hours apart, so I explored some of the shops and boutiques that I've never been in even though I've lived here for like a year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/resources/2008/03/night_without_armor_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 475px;" src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/resources/2008/03/night_without_armor_cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovery #1- In a bookstore I discovered that Jewel (Yes the songwriter-'Intuition'), has written book of poetry called 'A Night Without Armor'.  She writes lyrics, so of course this isn't too surprising, but I was actually very surprised.  Most of the poems were quite good, if not phenominal (some were a wee bit wierd).  I may have to purchase it at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/Sn5jFh4K4pI/AAAAAAAAAIU/m4ExIHrGweg/s1600-h/icecreamsoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/Sn5jFh4K4pI/AAAAAAAAAIU/m4ExIHrGweg/s200/icecreamsoda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367836752516670098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovery #2- Ice cream soda.  WOW!!!!  Krys and I always meant to get some, but never got around to it....(Krys-you have to try it!!!)  Ice cream and soda?  I'm not talking about root bear floats....I'm taking about chocolate ice (or some other variety) cream with (non-flavored) soda water.  The girl at the counter suggested the chocolate, and I was dubious about it...but actually it was amazing.  (I think I'll try this delectable treat at home sometime)  - Yeah I know that you probably are snoring bc I am blogging about ice cream soda, but I've noticed that living in a small town I've start getting razzed by the littlest things.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovery #3- I have expensive taste.  I found this furntiture and dress boutique that sells all this one-of-a -kind novelty stuff.  I was quite enraptured.  And also aware that I am quite broke.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/Sn5j5EWiKBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-D3cs9l91BI/s1600-h/chicoryhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/Sn5j5EWiKBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-D3cs9l91BI/s200/chicoryhands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367837637944158226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about starting to do nails.  I've done pedis and manis for a long time, but I've never charged, and I've never done sets (acrylics, gels...aka fake nails).  But I am going to learn and start doing it on the side.  I am hoping to get certified next summer in like 2 months for uber cheap, and then I can work in a salon (legally).  It all depends on work and money etc... but I really am hyped about it.  For future work I am also thinking about being an EFY counselor, a Mary Kay consultant and hoping to work at some animal shelter/hospital/store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/Sn5gqe0xuAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/q5hHPk8Fwiw/s1600-h/Resize%2520of%2520Vienna%2520Teng%2520(Dreaming%2520Through%2520The%2520Noise).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/Sn5gqe0xuAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/q5hHPk8Fwiw/s320/Resize%2520of%2520Vienna%2520Teng%2520(Dreaming%2520Through%2520The%2520Noise).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367834088817408002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I have found a new song.  Well several actually, but this song is amazing.  I am obsessed with music.  I seriously always have a soundtrack running through my head all the time.  (It can be quite a headache sometimes).  As a dancer, there is certain music that feels like it was written for you.  For me I get hooked on a song if it MOVES.  I know that is really wierd, but that's the best way I can put it.  The music moves; spiritually, emotionally, physically, everything.  I don't mean that it 'moves you', the song all by it's lonesome moves itself, and in turn the world around it.  It's almost like it's a rolling, unstoppable force, that wills you to adore it and feel like your body has no bounds becuase it is that unique and beautiful.  The song that I have been absolutely amazed with is by Vienna Teng and it is called 'Harbor'.  (amazing artist-highly recommend her other work as well)&lt;br /&gt;I've put a link in so you can experience it yourself, and hopefully you'll get what I mean by moving.  (I don't think, that was a very coherent explaination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKDXe0FP2wc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Tor, I haven't been able to get a picture of the new hair, so I'll try and post it next time! Luv you girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-8266913256335887204?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8266913256335887204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=8266913256335887204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/8266913256335887204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/8266913256335887204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-bit-of-everything.html' title='A Little Bit of Everything'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/Sn5jFh4K4pI/AAAAAAAAAIU/m4ExIHrGweg/s72-c/icecreamsoda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-7959637002026719203</id><published>2009-08-04T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:56:51.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Bear Necessities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.americanbear.org/shared/images/homepage/black-bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 345px;" src="http://www.americanbear.org/shared/images/homepage/black-bear.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a friend from work sent me this forward and I thought it was pretty funny. I was cranky, and he thought I could use one of those 'girls got it so tough' jabs. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEMALE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could deal with that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could definitely deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling.&lt;br /&gt;He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.&lt;br /&gt;He KNOWS not to get between you and the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup..... Gonna be a bear&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-7959637002026719203?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7959637002026719203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=7959637002026719203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/7959637002026719203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/7959637002026719203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-bear-necessites.html' title='It&apos;s The Bear Necessities'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-1995186803161910257</id><published>2009-06-24T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:59:17.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRASTIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SkL_tTTp6yI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UvhmBrrmR0k/s1600-h/100_0660%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SkL_tTTp6yI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UvhmBrrmR0k/s400/100_0660%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351120461011479330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SkL_BCqwghI/AAAAAAAAAH0/axCT1hQXwGc/s1600-h/100_0662%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SkL_BCqwghI/AAAAAAAAAH0/axCT1hQXwGc/s400/100_0662%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351119700630733330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...I did it-I cut my hair.  I never thought I'd ever go short again.  But I did.  The main reason was because I lost like half my hair, and I was literally starting to go bald in some places.  That's definetely not something I can pull off.  So I knew the best thing would be to chop it all off.  I thought I'd cry or freak or something, but I actually love it!  I want it a little shorter, but this was a good start.  I like it so much I might keep it for a few years.  (I  originally had the intention of cutting it and growing it back immediately). The braid in my hands I will be donating to Locks of Love.  That's actually the reason I cut it that short.  I figured that if I was going to try and salvage my hair, I might as well chop it all off and donate it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a lot of other news except that I have been asked to be the secretary of HOPE choir.  Um.  I don't think I can say no, and it would be fun...but wow that's going to be a lot of work, bc I will probably still be doing most the choreography too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend also wants me to try out for Miss SUU with her.  Wierd.  I remember wanting to do pageants when I was little, but it all seems really wierd to think about right now.  If I do it- 'it's just for fun'.  I'll keep you posted.  It's very unlikely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well, and Ben comes home soon!  At the end of the summer, Krys(my roommate during the school year), and I might(might being key word) go on a basically free trek in Zions National park for a week or two, or going to Cali and literally walking down the coast for a week.  We probably wont do Cali, because we're not spending money on this trip which means no hotel rooms.  California is a scary enough place, sleeping on the beach probably wouldn't be a very good idea.  We'll see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-1995186803161910257?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1995186803161910257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=1995186803161910257' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/1995186803161910257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/1995186803161910257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2009/06/yep.html' title='DRASTIC'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SkL_tTTp6yI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UvhmBrrmR0k/s72-c/100_0660%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-5505961124387491086</id><published>2009-05-20T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T16:42:34.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot and A Lot of Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/ShiJuLt5GaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PdbVLjcZfpI/s1600-h/hope2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/ShiJuLt5GaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PdbVLjcZfpI/s400/hope2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339168784759986594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/ShiJoA2_99I/AAAAAAAAAGs/9d5nStoZn6I/s1600-h/hope1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/ShiJoA2_99I/AAAAAAAAAGs/9d5nStoZn6I/s400/hope1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339168678766180306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for the amazing lame picture post from last time...I was essentually pressed for time, and feeling bad that I hadn't posted in forever.  I didn't realize how long it had been since I had posted last either, and now I am going to pay for it.  SOOOOoooo much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first things first: School.  Oh my heck!  It was unbelievably busy, and stressful-Like I wanted to cry.  But as stressed as I was, I finished well.  The things I thought I bombed I actually didn't.  I ended up with a 3.95 YAY!!!!  Exciting right?  Well I hardly had any academic classes, and it's pretty hard to fail your dance classes so it is really more of a joke than anything else.  The unfortunate part is that due to budget cuts my scholarship got cut to a 1/4 of the original.  The ironic part-my GPA is higher than the gpa that got me the original scholarship.  So somehow I am going to have to come up with the extra money.  We'll see how that goes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: Moving out.  Have I mentioned I hate this?  Hate, hate, hate, double hate, LOATHE ENTIRELY!!!!! (The Grinch reference was totally for you Steph, although the sentiments are still mine).  I almost cried at that part too.  So besides a couple of my roommates, namely Krys who is my room roommate, they have been huge jerks, who backstab, exclude, never never clean, and have the attitude of 'holier than thou'.  Essentually, me, Krys, and another one of my roommates who they literally would never talk to, had to clean the majority of the house.  It was disgusting.  Since the garbage cans outside were full, they just started leaving all their junk/garbage on the floor and the table,moldy food in the fridge.  If the house had been inspected by officials, it probably would have been condemned. (so maybe that's a little melodramatic, but not by much).  Me and krys and one other roommate were the only ones who cleaned out of 8 girls.  I have been holding back on complaining about this because I was trying to be patient and what not...but that last weekend cut that resolve.  I was livid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: HOPE tour. (above pictures)  In a word: Hysterical!  My stomach was literally aching by the end of tour from laughing so hard.  But maybe I was laughing so hard beacuse I was slap happy.  There was like no sleep for the whole tour.  We went to a bunch of seminaries mainly and performed our show for like 7 hours, literally, and then had a few more that night.  It was a lot of fun.  My favorite memory was when one guy changed the narration in one of our songs from &lt;em&gt;'we will now perform for you 27 of the most popular songs of the century in the next 7 1/2 thrilling minutes! Hold on tight ladies and gentlemen....'&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;'we will now perform for you 247,000 songs in the next 14 hours...gentlemen bolt the doors and prepare for the megamix of the millenium!'  &lt;/em&gt;  Of course it probably isn't funny to you...but the entire song was shot after that because everyone was laughing so hard.  My most favorite part was singing at the retirement homes.  The spirit was always so much stronger there than anywhere else.  It was truly incredible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last show my dad (pappi) came up.  There is this part of the show that I have to go sing to the boys in the audience, and as I am making my way back to the stage, my jazz heel gets caught on the stair and I biff it.  I mean it when I say that-I took a total faceplant-right in front of Pappi.  It was classic.  That half of the crowd was gasping and saying 'are you okay?'  Never live that one down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the present my plans have changed: I am currently living on campus as a summer activities assistant, and RA.  I LOVE my job!!!!  It is seriously such an awesome job!  I basically host and plan family reunions, youth conferences/EFYs, girls state, and camps.  I absolutely love it, and might take it again next summer.  &lt;br /&gt;Kay, so sorry that was unbelievably long, but I just had to get it out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-5505961124387491086?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5505961124387491086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=5505961124387491086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/5505961124387491086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/5505961124387491086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2009/05/lot-and-lot-of-catch-up.html' title='A Lot and A Lot of Catch up'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/ShiJuLt5GaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PdbVLjcZfpI/s72-c/hope2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-97323231830203612</id><published>2009-04-02T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:23:51.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of College Life-Much Delayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVIJQdL-GI/AAAAAAAAAGc/C8fcDIrNpJ0/s1600-h/100_0567%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVIJQdL-GI/AAAAAAAAAGc/C8fcDIrNpJ0/s400/100_0567%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320237858681518178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVHE0UWTqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/t9nxr7QYoe8/s1600-h/100_0577%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVHE0UWTqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/t9nxr7QYoe8/s400/100_0577%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320236682897149602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVGvi90XSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0ElPWCueTFM/s1600-h/100_0594%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVGvi90XSI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0ElPWCueTFM/s400/100_0594%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320236317461994786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVGZctkd4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/kviT_BhuNMY/s1600-h/100_0641%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVGZctkd4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/kviT_BhuNMY/s400/100_0641%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320235937826109314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVF7E70QhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fwnTnAmlZo8/s1600-h/100_0574%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVF7E70QhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/fwnTnAmlZo8/s400/100_0574%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320235416047338002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVFXmekh0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/-iuI5_Y8D8k/s1600-h/100_0573%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVFXmekh0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/-iuI5_Y8D8k/s400/100_0573%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320234806576187202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVFDkHSP-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qiSl9cm8eIQ/s1600-h/100_0553%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVFDkHSP-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/qiSl9cm8eIQ/s400/100_0553%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320234462344265698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVE8FekpjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pjjknz3Uxjw/s1600-h/100_0548%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVE8FekpjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pjjknz3Uxjw/s400/100_0548%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320234333861357106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVEpzqpR0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NvbEy0banQ4/s1600-h/100_0547%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVEpzqpR0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/NvbEy0banQ4/s400/100_0547%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320234019842508610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVEY4V-zgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NvziZiSzMx4/s1600-h/100_0545%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVEY4V-zgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NvziZiSzMx4/s400/100_0545%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320233729040240130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVEBEUWJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/tKg1QQarsws/s1600-h/100_0542%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVEBEUWJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/tKg1QQarsws/s400/100_0542%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320233319937746786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVDyg4PDLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lcqpJFo7So8/s1600-h/100_0540%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVDyg4PDLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/lcqpJFo7So8/s400/100_0540%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320233069906431154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are in order (bottom to top): -the death stairs, my bed, my kitchen, university buildings and gardens, going to see 'Big River' with my cuz Kim, Road trip with Krys(roommate),me and a friend from dance, visiting Jayne, playing dress up(I thought the dress looked like a candy wrapper.), and my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-97323231830203612?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/97323231830203612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=97323231830203612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/97323231830203612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/97323231830203612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/photos-of-college-life-much-delayed.html' title='Photos of College Life-Much Delayed'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SdVIJQdL-GI/AAAAAAAAAGc/C8fcDIrNpJ0/s72-c/100_0567%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-69038133177450137</id><published>2009-03-11T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:04:23.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SbgnU8Rl9AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8j8iBIM3sfc/s1600-h/Picture+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SbgnU8Rl9AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8j8iBIM3sfc/s400/Picture+332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312039001214284802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it snowed again.  Not sure how I feel about that.  Oh no wait, I do.  Lovely to look at, hate to be in.  I didn't mind the snow at all at the beginning.  Actually I loved it.  If it has to be cold, it might as well snow right?  Well it's been so warm and sunny in Cedar, that I didn't have to even wear a jacket.  I was so ready for summer, and then the above picture happened.  We got between 8-10 inches in 1 day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is going to be a really fast post, since I am low on time.  Yesterday was a terrible day-couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel.  I knew it was there, I just couldn't see it, and figure out how to get to it.  I was freaking out about choreography-(HOPE),jobs/money, sleep deprivation, packing, cleaning, school deadlines etc...  Today was much better, and enjoyable.  Thank goodness for the alto section in HOPE who make me laugh hysterically, free food all over campus today, and some other really kind friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a job interview, but I am almost worried about taking it.  I would be a convention/activities leader of sorts for summer guests at on-campus housing.  Could be a really inconsistent, low paying-high stress job, and might not allow me to get another job-which could be a problem.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having guy problems again.  Though perhaps not quite as freaky as before, but very persistent and unwelcome.  I have no luck with normal and male in the same sentence up here.  My tactics; avoidance, and maybe a fake boyfriend.  I am sticking faithful with the no make-up for Lent, but instead of social/dating siberia, it seems to have had the reverse effect; why I know not.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming home for a really quick stay tomorrow,but I can't promise visits to anyone, as much as I would love to see you all.  I really miss everyone very much.  But at this point unless there are further developments, I will be getting to Mesa on Friday, and leaving Sunday morning to go up to Salt Lake.  I am really excited to see my family, even though it will only be shortly.  Oh and Eric, I am bringing a batch of those pumpkin (pumkin?) cookies for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-69038133177450137?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/69038133177450137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=69038133177450137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/69038133177450137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/69038133177450137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2009/03/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland?'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SbgnU8Rl9AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8j8iBIM3sfc/s72-c/Picture+332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-1853879152522915209</id><published>2009-02-26T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:51:16.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Extra</title><content type='html'>So this is something I had to watch for a class; Sir Ken Robinson (from England), who is lecturing on the problem of education systems and parents crushing creativity in children, and how to cultivate it.  It is really funny and insightful.  It takes 20 minutes to watch, but is well worth the time!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/ken_robinson_says_schools_kill_creativity.html &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="334" height="326"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/SirKenRobinson_2006-embed_high.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/SirKenRobinson-2006.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=320&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=66" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="334" height="326" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/SirKenRobinson_2006-embed_high.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/SirKenRobinson-2006.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=320&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=66"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-1853879152522915209?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1853879152522915209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=1853879152522915209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/1853879152522915209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/1853879152522915209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-extra.html' title='Just an Extra'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-5839274103648433907</id><published>2009-02-24T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:42:13.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneventful Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/Saco0tO7wzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eIVIIXWw5Lw/s1600-h/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/Saco0tO7wzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eIVIIXWw5Lw/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307255571839959858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am sorry to confess to the readers that I have nothing amazing, humorous/embarrassing to report. Today is free pancake day at IHOP, and I am hyped. I love free food, and no cleanup. (I hate dishes with a burning passion). It has been tremendously busy, and I feel like I am getting nothing done to speak of. I have been fighting sickness, but not ever getting it full on-everyone I know is sick here. (I'm doomed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is going to be extra-ordinarily busy, and I am really wishing I had a car. I have to choreograph for HOPE, as well as put together a dance solo to Think of Me. (also for HOPE-could be really interesting.) All Fine Arts Majors are required to put in 30 service hours in production a semester. So for the next 2 and a half weeks, I will be working wardrobe for the dance concert, 4-6 hours a night. Midterms are this and next week. Krys' sister is having her baby tomorrow-YAY! My house is a disaster, and someone's going to have to clean it. I am going to have to fit work in there too. So this is going to be a really stressful week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, there is a possibility I will be coming down to Mesa for the first weekend in spring break, and then to Salt Lake for the remainder. It would be like a day and a half in Mesa, but still worth it! However, I might not be going anywhere because of the dance concert. (I don't know why the faculty decided to have a show during spring break...no one will be there to see it.) But since I am only helping with wardrobe, hopefully I'll get it off. (Cross your fingers) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For summer job? Who knows. I would really like to be an Au Pair, or a European nanny, but that is going to be difficult to work out. I have to stay in state, to get residency, and most of the jobs I'd have to be there for about a year. Don't think my professors will look too highly on me missing school, and forgetting how to dance. So we'll see what happens. At this point I think I am going to just stay in Cedar, and work two-three jobs.  Yesterday, I recieved an academic scholarship, and I am very pleased, so that eases some stress a little, especially with residency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in school, I am thinking about doing study abroad. If I do, I want to go to London. That would be incredible!!! It would be cheaper to do it that way, than any other way. If not, I will have to get pretty fluent in French, pretty fast. Of course, I don't see this taking place till like the end of my degree, but still, that would be fabulous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I have a friend in dance who decided that for Lent, she would be giving up make-up. What a crazy girl right;)? She's totally serious too. She has to wear make-up for dance performances, but she's going to wash it off before she even goes to meet family after the show. Well yesterday was her first day, and she was asking girls to do it with her. So this morning after I got out of the shower I was about to put on make-up and then I was like...'how 'bout not'. So yes. I am going to be make-up free for the next 39 days(job interviews, modeling, and performances being the exception). I thought I looked okay this morning-Then I started dancing, and got sweaty, and red. Let's just say I have exiled myself to social Siberia...and most especially dating Siberia. Ben will be pleased. It will be a fun experience, and it will save me time, and money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-5839274103648433907?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5839274103648433907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=5839274103648433907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/5839274103648433907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/5839274103648433907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/uneventful-stress.html' title='Uneventful Stress'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/Saco0tO7wzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eIVIIXWw5Lw/s72-c/IMG_1433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-27105741843243875</id><published>2009-02-11T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:37:17.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of Sorts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SZNTDb08H4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/8T1QnIifEiU/s1600-h/insitutedance.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/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SZNTDb08H4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/8T1QnIifEiU/s320/insitutedance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301672504819720066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a very busy, stressful month.  I had way more on my plate in high school, but I think the difference is having to make and clean up dinner, and big girl things that are a different kind of stress.  I realize it's stress, but it has a different texture than the kind I am used to, so I am not sure how to react and handle it just yet.  It's throwing me off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE choir is way early, and I'm not sure what I think of it yet.  It's fun and the kids are crazy-go-nuts and silly. We have a couple performances this week, one which includes 'singing valentines'to staff and students all over Cedar City.  Should be entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work? Can it be called that?  I seriously have the most rad jobs in the world!  They pay me to read textbooks;which translates to- they are paying to educate me.  And in my other jobs, they pay me to watch old movies!  How cool is that?  All I do is turn it on, and off, make sure the volume is good, and the that the kids don't kill eachother.  That's it.  I think I will keep this job for the rest of my college career.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the weekend I went to the insitute dance with my roommates and friends(above picture), and that was a blast.  I love dancing!  And this time, I didn't have to ask guys to dance!  (there are only enough guys to satisfy about 1/3 of the girls, and only 1/2 actually will dance.  So dumb...if you have no intention of dancing, why did you come to a dance?)  &lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went to a HOPE birhtday party, and we played games, and that was fun, but I had an embarassing experience.  Ever heard of the game winkum?  Well if someone asks you to play it, say NOOOOO!!!!!!  It is this terrible game that everyone says is fun, and maybe it is if your a big, strong person, but for week midgets like me, it is a terrible game.  It's basically trying to get away from a partner to another person.  They grab/tackle/yank you back, and it's difficult to escape unscathed.  (I have bruises and carpet burn all over, in places where it shouldn't be!)  &lt;br /&gt;So as I was trying to get away from a particularly tenacious partner, after several tries, I leapt at my next chance,and she grabbed my legs in a deathgrip!  I struggled and held out my hands for the person I was running to-he tried to pull me to him, and she pulled me back harder, and all of a sudden my pants were down at my ankles.  Yep, I got panced.  (not sure if that's how you spell it.)  They just flew off.  Thank goodness I was wearing spandex underneath, though it didn't do much good.  All the guys gasped and looked away, and the girl apologized profusely, and overall it was a pretty funny experience, rather comical in fact, but I will wear a belt if ever I play that heinous game again, which I think is safe to say I will not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-27105741843243875?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/27105741843243875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=27105741843243875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/27105741843243875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/27105741843243875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-of-sorts.html' title='Update of Sorts'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SZNTDb08H4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/8T1QnIifEiU/s72-c/insitutedance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-5182431436178893408</id><published>2009-01-14T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:39:09.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SW-Q2Jcyq1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sQEtv4YoZ_c/s1600-h/krys+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SW-Q2Jcyq1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sQEtv4YoZ_c/s200/krys+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291607347107638098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back home to Cedar about 2 weeks ago, ending a much too short Christmas break. I felt like it was only a week long! I hate how fast time flies! So a lot has happened since I got back. Besides just about keeling over with the temperature shock (sunshine to snow are quite the contrast.)and falling on the ice every chance I get, it's nice to be back. Dance is fabulous, I had a hard time adjusting at first, but with the exception of Julliard, I don't think I could have picked a better school to dance at. I am still getting a major whooping, but I love every minute of it. The dance professors have been bringing several professional choreographers and performers in for master classes which have been absolutely amazing! The most exciting part is Jody Smith from the Shapero and Smith Dance Co. is setting her inspiring dance piece 'To Have and to Hold', on the students and faculty at SUU, and let me tell you it is incredible!!! It's a world famous piece, and it is beautiful, and such an honor for the school and getting the privelage to watch the process! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as for that heinous cold I had during the week of finals, I pretty much coughed out a couple ribs, and tore a ligament in the front of my rib cage. Only I could have accomplished such a feat. I mean come on-who does that? After the first couple days, I could hardly dance, so I went to my new chiropractor 'Dutch', and he saved me!! I can dance again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got two jobs which are both so convenient for me! The first, I don't start until mid-February, which is running a class once a week, showing films for a drama class, and the other which I just started a couple days ago is reading books onto tape for blind or dyslexic students.  These are both perfect for me, because it means I can do it at my convenience, and I won't be walking home in the dark and getting attacked by the demon dogs! Also at a last minute request, I joined HOPE choir, which is our institutes show choir. It's going to be a lot of fun-if I can get up for it! (6:30 am! It's seems so much earlier than marching band for some reason.) I have had some fun weekends (the above picture is 'an ugly sweater party', which was way fun.  I actually like this sweater.  The gal on the left is my totally awesome roommate Krysta, who is really tall.  As it so happens I am standing on a stool.)  Life is great! I am enjoying myself, and I feel very blessed. &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/214822290811054675-5182431436178893408?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5182431436178893408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=5182431436178893408' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/5182431436178893408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/5182431436178893408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SW-Q2Jcyq1I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sQEtv4YoZ_c/s72-c/krys+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-7035683541557982931</id><published>2008-12-12T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:46:25.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals, colds, and break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.readersdigest.co.nz/global/AU/images/au/GB_Christmas_Wreath.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://www.readersdigest.co.nz/global/AU/images/au/GB_Christmas_Wreath.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really quite disorriented in relation to time.  It has been a very fast 2-3 weeks, and I will be home within a week.  I am excited that I will be able to have more time this visit.  It will be really nice to get away from the snow for a couple of weeks too.  (I know you'll all be so proud; I haven't slipped on any ice yet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got back to Cedar after Thanksgiving break it was crank time.  This semester has been really quite tranquil, but I was feeling a little heat for finals.  I am really excited that I finished yesterday, and I have a week to hang out with roommates, and not worry about anything really.  On monday I woke up with a rather nasty cold, and was rather peeved that it decided to land on the week of finals.  But thanks to Sonic milkshakes, and sleep I made it through!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in other news, I dropped my minor, and am now doing Dance Education with an emphasis on costume design.  I am really excited to explore that option, even though I think it is going to be a lot of work.  See you all in like a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-7035683541557982931?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7035683541557982931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=7035683541557982931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/7035683541557982931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/7035683541557982931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals-colds-and.html' title='Finals, colds, and break!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-6059563405503370342</id><published>2008-11-18T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:01:16.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.4cornersaz.com/xsites/appraisers/fcra/Content/UploadedFiles/KS4725_smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1000px; height: 670px;" src="http://www.4cornersaz.com/xsites/appraisers/fcra/Content/UploadedFiles/KS4725_smaller.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So due to a wonderful change of plans, I am coming back home to Mesa for Thanksgiving break with Lauren and Erik's family!  I am so very excited, to come home.  That means I will get to see my family, and people that made Mesa home.  I think I am really going to enjoy the more temperate weather as well.  (It seems Cedar City can't make up it's mind whether to get cold or stay stuck in summer weather.)  So in countdown today, I have only about 8 more days before I head home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am not sure if I will be able to do the ballroom team next year unless I come into a great deal of money, because some of the team members on the lower teams have told me that they have been practicing for 5 hours a night, and early 6 O'clock rehearsals in preparation for their showcase.  That leaves no time for a job...and the cost is atrocious.  But dance in general is going well for me; I feel as if I have broken past a couple of barriers this week.  I'll see you all in about a week!  (Boz, can we make peasant bread when we go home?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-6059563405503370342?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6059563405503370342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=6059563405503370342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/6059563405503370342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/6059563405503370342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-break.html' title='Turkey Break'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-5074666301924367689</id><published>2008-11-05T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:03:44.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mr. Shining Sun, Please Shine Down On Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://parenting.leehansen.com/downloads/clipart/christmas/images/cute-snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 350px;" src="http://parenting.leehansen.com/downloads/clipart/christmas/images/cute-snowman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Indian summer has finally decided to end and we are back to the cold, nippy, winter we started a few weeks ago...And the canyon wind is back too.  (I am pretty sure one of the shutters from my house has been blown off during one of the wind storms.)  To the suprise of myself and everyone else, I am actually not minding the cold weather.  (Until it gets dark and I have to walk home, and you feel as if you stepped into penguin land...That's a little too cold for me.)  We have had one snow storm already.  I went grocery shopping, and thank goodness I had dressed according to the temperature outside, because when I exited the Smiths, I stepped into a flurry of snowflakes.  It's a good thing mum sent me warm clothes and a space heater...my roommate live in AZ once upon a time, and so we are both happy to have heat in our house.  School is school.  I have to register for next semester in a day or two, and I am offically not stoked....the last time still gives me nightmares!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for fun, my roommate, Krysta and I have decided once a month we will go down to St. George to escape Cedar City's lameness, and bask in a few degrees higher temperature, and a &lt;em&gt;little less&lt;/em&gt; lameness.  (I thought I could possibly live in St. George until we went to the mall.  We looked for a second story, or some secret corridor, before we realized it was really only four tiny hallways, and a foodcourt with 2 restuarants....I didn't know malls were allowed to be that small.  I guess I have just been way too spoiled with Mesa's fine selection.)  Sometime, in the nearby future though, Krysta and I are talking a weekend up to Provo and Salt Lake to go Salsa Dancing at a salsa club  I am definetely excited, because I will be staying the night at Rachel Lake's hotel and spending time with her, and possibly a few other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-5074666301924367689?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5074666301924367689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=5074666301924367689' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/5074666301924367689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/5074666301924367689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-mr-shining-sun-please-shine-down-on.html' title='Oh Mr. Shining Sun, Please Shine Down On Me!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-6116820195564773835</id><published>2008-10-25T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T15:13:58.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dismal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://torontoist.com/attachments/Alison/pumpkin%20loaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 181px;" src="http://torontoist.com/attachments/Alison/pumpkin%20loaf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is incredibly dismal...I have no way of loading pictures at my library with my current devices.  So I will try to figure something out, because I have been saving drafts until I get the pictures up.  Well in short news; It's been a good week.  I had a very fun time in St. George with my roommate Krysta, and have been spending lots of time dancing and at the gym.  The flu is going around, (crossing my fingers that I wont get violently ill.) and that is bad news.  I think I will get to keep my long hair, (phew...my ballet teacher was threatening to cut it off.) and today I have to bake 21 loaves of pumkin loaf.  (I think I like it better than cake...but don't worry, I won't be eating it all; most of it will be distributed out of my house.)  I will figure some way to get pictures up I promise, and I will devote time here and not just facebook.  (who would have seen the day that I got a facebook?)  Tatta for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-6116820195564773835?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6116820195564773835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=6116820195564773835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/6116820195564773835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/6116820195564773835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/dismal.html' title='Dismal'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-1080292605498759776</id><published>2008-08-27T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:31:29.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here At College</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/utah/images/s/utah-cedar-city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.destination360.com/north-america/us/utah/images/s/utah-cedar-city.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally made it.  I am at the Thunderbird school.  I live in a house with 12 other girls.  We are known as "The White House Girls".  We all get along pretty well.  My own room buddy is such a sweetheart and we get along great.  I will post pic. as soon as I can figure out my camera situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for school: Lots of frustration and stress.  And I'm not even talking about the curriculum.  I can't figure out my classes.  I have had to change my schedule like 3 or 4 times already.  (They are making it so hard for me to be a dance major.)  But I think I have it worked out.  (Still keeping my fingers crossed.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for friends:  I made 2 good friends at orientation, one who reminds me SO much of Rachel Lake (in appearance and personality).  Overall I like the town and the school.   That is just a quick little update.  Pictures coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-1080292605498759776?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1080292605498759776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=1080292605498759776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/1080292605498759776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/1080292605498759776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-at-college.html' title='Here At College'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-1544734878071548657</id><published>2008-06-22T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:02:39.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7 Year Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.library.appstate.edu/blog/images/books.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.library.appstate.edu/blog/images/books.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom always says I start a million projects and rarely complete any of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; something I can't deny-however this one is to be a success. As the family already knows, I have been writing a silly little story for nearly 7 years now. Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Astri&lt;/span&gt; used to write stories all the time together when we were wee little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;munchkins&lt;/span&gt;. (well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Astri&lt;/span&gt; was tall and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; ranked as midget status, but when we were young we wrote Ted and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ghosty&lt;/span&gt; stories). The difference between this story though is I plan on finishing it this summer and sending it in to get published. Even if it doesn't get published, I am still finishing it. If not; maybe my career in life will be to publish those Ted and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ghosty&lt;/span&gt; books for children. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Stridge&lt;/span&gt;, I may need to get a copy of the baby one...though we would have to do some serious editing.) I have literally revamped the plot 5-7 times and edited at least half of the manuscripts. This one is a keeper, even if it is only for posterity; I have finally (almost) got the plot sealed, have written a great deal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lately&lt;/span&gt; and I know I am going to finish it. I'll dish out copies if it ever gets published. (cross your fingers) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-1544734878071548657?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1544734878071548657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=1544734878071548657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/1544734878071548657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/1544734878071548657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/7-year-project.html' title='The 7 Year Project'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-4668389274767091139</id><published>2008-06-22T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:30:13.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DOC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SF8HNzLIPqI/AAAAAAAAACc/2wKi1qHRO1c/s1600-h/IMG_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214894827174903458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SF8HNzLIPqI/AAAAAAAAACc/2wKi1qHRO1c/s200/IMG_0573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations to Erik Merkley, my bro who was just accepted into the medical school at University of Utah! I am so proud! I know he is so excited, and we (family) are all excited for him! Once again congratulations Dr. Merkley!&lt;/strong&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/214822290811054675-4668389274767091139?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4668389274767091139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=4668389274767091139' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/4668389274767091139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/4668389274767091139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/doc.html' title='THE DOC!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SF8HNzLIPqI/AAAAAAAAACc/2wKi1qHRO1c/s72-c/IMG_0573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-7181777354422605724</id><published>2008-06-05T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:37:48.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fabulous Dishware</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEiFstkOWhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6ilUzrnDi4g/s1600-h/grad,+wteeth,+dishes+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208559972246247954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEiFstkOWhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6ilUzrnDi4g/s200/grad,+wteeth,+dishes+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEiFr7SpzKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/R9hjRWizc-A/s1600-h/grad,+wteeth,+dishes+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208559958750776482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEiFr7SpzKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/R9hjRWizc-A/s200/grad,+wteeth,+dishes+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEiFtBa6r6I/AAAAAAAAACE/LXtRQ5e4BoY/s1600-h/grad,+wteeth,+dishes+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208559977575919522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEiFtBa6r6I/AAAAAAAAACE/LXtRQ5e4BoY/s200/grad,+wteeth,+dishes+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one isn't rotating...sorry&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEiFtiNS7yI/AAAAAAAAACM/IO-tQu6kJjo/s1600-h/grad,+wteeth,+dishes+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208559986377158434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEiFtiNS7yI/AAAAAAAAACM/IO-tQu6kJjo/s200/grad,+wteeth,+dishes+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEiFuHj4RjI/AAAAAAAAACU/X3iPP7UfF0c/s1600-h/grad,+wteeth,+dishes+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208559996403992114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEiFuHj4RjI/AAAAAAAAACU/X3iPP7UfF0c/s200/grad,+wteeth,+dishes+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay this is it. This is the dishware you have so anxiously been waiting to see. They're ceramic (and heavy) The lighting is not great but it'll at least give you an idea. I can mix and match them, so in the end I have 3-4 different settings, and if I use all of them, I have enough for 6. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-7181777354422605724?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7181777354422605724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=7181777354422605724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/7181777354422605724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/7181777354422605724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/fabulous-dishware.html' title='The Fabulous Dishware'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEiFstkOWhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6ilUzrnDi4g/s72-c/grad,+wteeth,+dishes+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-7779651421263638724</id><published>2008-06-03T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:50:49.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Good Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEYfHqUZqvI/AAAAAAAAABk/5SABuPRbtrI/s1600-h/white%2520house_new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207884235579960050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEYfHqUZqvI/AAAAAAAAABk/5SABuPRbtrI/s200/white%2520house_new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEYfHqhjiWI/AAAAAAAAABs/c3HUSDog_1M/s1600-h/WHLiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207884235635132770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEYfHqhjiWI/AAAAAAAAABs/c3HUSDog_1M/s200/WHLiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEYdgH8LRxI/AAAAAAAAABE/K-aMKMBbIhY/s1600-h/WHDining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207882456825022226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="189" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEYdgH8LRxI/AAAAAAAAABE/K-aMKMBbIhY/s200/WHDining.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I have had the most amazing luck, but more like a personal miracle. I was having the most difficult time deciding on my housing after narrowing it down to two options. I couldn't figure out which one I should go with, because they were nearly the same, but each had amenities I really wanted. Well my Pappi felt nervous about letting me walk a mile to school, and an inadequate busing system, so he did some searching. As I was searching for college housewares (also having spectacular finds), he found the place. It's a bed and breakfast during the summer, and rents to selective students. The spot I reserved actually opened up because 2 girls renting decided to go on missions and get married. It's cheaper and larger, and a block from campus. These are the only pics I have found so far, but I will put more up when I move in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-7779651421263638724?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7779651421263638724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=7779651421263638724' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/7779651421263638724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/7779651421263638724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/crazy-good-luck.html' title='Crazy Good Luck'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/SEYfHqUZqvI/AAAAAAAAABk/5SABuPRbtrI/s72-c/white%2520house_new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-1808755176863201947</id><published>2008-05-31T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T15:05:53.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and Starch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.chelanscompany107.com/images/j0212127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.chelanscompany107.com/images/j0212127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I started my first day of work at Bulldog Cleaners. Mom went to go drop some off and she asked if they were hiring, and they said, "send her in." It's pretty easy, just tiring because lots of standing, and arm-work. Still waiting on a second job. (hopefully Express or Supercuts) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-1808755176863201947?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1808755176863201947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=1808755176863201947' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/1808755176863201947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/1808755176863201947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/work-and-starch.html' title='Work and Starch'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-3988207477052158834</id><published>2008-05-20T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:06:30.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Ben Would Say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://steinerfamily.org/cassie/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/temple11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://steinerfamily.org/cassie/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/temple11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...."We're going to have a wedding, we're going to have a wedding!" Well we just did, and it was lovely. My big bro Jon married Stephanie Quinton last Friday at the Rexburg Idaho Temple. That temple was absolutley gorgeous! It was a fabulous wedding and we spent a lot of time with family. The reception area was very classy and I definately ate way too much food.  I will display more pictures when I can get them.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-3988207477052158834?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3988207477052158834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=3988207477052158834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/3988207477052158834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/3988207477052158834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-ben-would-say.html' title='As Ben Would Say...'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-9578196956401129</id><published>2008-05-12T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:40:03.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thedctraveler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/butterfly-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="208" alt="" src="http://www.thedctraveler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/butterfly-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always been mesmorized with butterflies. Such an array of colors accompanied by delicate movement cannot be ignored. It's almost as if their flirtatious aura demands attention because it is so unique. I love butterflies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-9578196956401129?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9578196956401129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=9578196956401129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/9578196956401129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/9578196956401129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-always-been-mesmorized-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214822290811054675.post-1175635321393276401</id><published>2008-05-11T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:38:15.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>I have created a blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/214822290811054675-1175635321393276401?l=beckyboizelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1175635321393276401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=214822290811054675&amp;postID=1175635321393276401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/1175635321393276401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/214822290811054675/posts/default/1175635321393276401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beckyboizelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09074085509796099893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_al7v7m6yoHQ/S25WZnq2fzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EeI6WfGk3vo/S220/Headshot_BW2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
