<?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-15950949</id><updated>2011-07-28T07:14:11.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me about it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-7923566070374204536</id><published>2009-11-07T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T09:49:00.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SvWyR0Xbm9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/YWYa26OT3jE/s1600-h/michaels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 65px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SvWyR0Xbm9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/YWYa26OT3jE/s320/michaels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401419347285220306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its practically my neighbor. Every time a customer makes a purchase, he gets a 40% or 50% coupon to be used on one regularly priced item. Its practically a crime to not use a coupon that good. But the tricksters make you use the coupon within about a week and a half. I have been spending alot of time there lately :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-7923566070374204536?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/7923566070374204536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=7923566070374204536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7923566070374204536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7923566070374204536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2009/11/guilty-pleasure.html' title='guilty pleasure'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SvWyR0Xbm9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/YWYa26OT3jE/s72-c/michaels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-2566220703896527396</id><published>2009-09-28T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:15:50.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive By</title><content type='html'>Ever since I started running consistently, I have been annoyed and intrigued by "the drive by." I am minding my own business, jogging along the street, and occasionally people (okay, males) whistle, honk, yell etc. One time a guy was sitting on the sidewalk and pulled out his phone to take picture!&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand the logic behind their shameless expressions. I am sweating, gross, and trying to maintain a steady breathing pattern, so I am surely not going to respond to the brief, shallow, shout-outs. And you, the guy in the car, are driving faster than i am running (though some do reduce their speed temporarily) and will not actually gain any reward for trying to catch my attention as you pass. &lt;br /&gt;So for the record, I know a friendly honk when I hear it. All other horns, whistles, cat-calls or pet names (namely "baby") are not working to your favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-2566220703896527396?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/2566220703896527396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=2566220703896527396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/2566220703896527396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/2566220703896527396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2009/09/drive-by.html' title='Drive By'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-2296616128599702613</id><published>2009-08-05T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:27:24.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>so I went to Alabama this weekend. I know what you are thinking... NO, its not that serious. &lt;br /&gt;Jared and I had friends who just got married, so Jared flew home for a couple of days and I met him for the weekend. it was a quick trip, but I had so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;Alabama is much prettier than I anticipated. I am pretty sure the entire state is either a forest, a pasture, a porch or a church. Even though it was humid, I liked the change of pace, scenery and food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Signs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpY-f4nTCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pnxfsx7t5-0/s1600-h/IMG_3130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpY-f4nTCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pnxfsx7t5-0/s320/IMG_3130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366699736699456546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpY-BaEhhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nYupi37ZqCI/s1600-h/IMG_3119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpY-BaEhhI/AAAAAAAAAJo/nYupi37ZqCI/s320/IMG_3119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366699728518284818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the creek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpXtO8epAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2bDJfdtFegk/s1600-h/IMG_3125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpXtO8epAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2bDJfdtFegk/s320/IMG_3125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366698340582859778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpZWWofMWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jXp9eMOQ-yg/s1600-h/IMG_3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpZWWofMWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jXp9eMOQ-yg/s320/IMG_3155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366700146532757858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kiddie pool (Jared's niece, Cameron, taught us how to wear goggles, walk on our hands, and have a surprising amount of fun in 3 feet of water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpapPr27vI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rci8J8O93_4/s1600-h/IMG_3135.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/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpapPr27vI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rci8J8O93_4/s320/IMG_3135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366701570596990706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Sosebees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpbG5VocJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dsjOGDKP7xg/s1600-h/IMG_3139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpbG5VocJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dsjOGDKP7xg/s320/IMG_3139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366702079994261650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the swap meet and the salon (Carbon HIll style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpdJj_oLII/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZRcFrLubX7I/s1600-h/IMG_3128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpdJj_oLII/AAAAAAAAAKY/ZRcFrLubX7I/s320/IMG_3128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366704324827688066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Snpc3YMJaNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/13Ch-ndrrw0/s1600-h/IMG_3129.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/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Snpc3YMJaNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/13Ch-ndrrw0/s320/IMG_3129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366704012421327058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wish i had a picture of the food. BBQ is one of my favorites. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But now i am back at work, and tomorrow i find out what my real travel schedule looks like for the year. Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-2296616128599702613?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/2296616128599702613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=2296616128599702613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/2296616128599702613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/2296616128599702613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-home.html' title='Sweet Home'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SnpY-f4nTCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pnxfsx7t5-0/s72-c/IMG_3130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-5665746891153378242</id><published>2009-07-22T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:14:46.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the quirks</title><content type='html'>having a new job brings about different challenges and perks, but mine has also has very comical quirks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the people in my office. The counselors, in particular, are hilarious. Some would joke that we are "the face of CBU," since we are often the first encounter that people have with someone from CBU, and our job is to paint a picture of the school in order to get people to come. But let me tell you, this face is usually laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all work in adjoining cubicles, though i prefer to call them cubbies. the lack of privacy allows for prime eves dropping, sarcasm, and quick answers. maybe the romance of it all will wear off, but right now i really enjoy the atmosphere at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other positive aspect of the job is the fact that i interact with different people all of the time. At times it is draining, but in hindsight, its always funny. i am mastering the courtesy laugh and realizing how differently God created each person. I have talked to a man that centered our entire conversation around Stephen King novels and movies, a girl who gave me a long list of what to look for in a "real man," another girl who educated me about Nor Cal "lingo" as well as the varying prices of marijuana in the state, along with a number of other entertaining individuals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will start posting the story-worthy interactions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-5665746891153378242?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/5665746891153378242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=5665746891153378242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/5665746891153378242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/5665746891153378242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2009/07/quirks.html' title='the quirks'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-6848558943239618054</id><published>2009-07-05T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:40:03.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love summer</title><content type='html'>i love summer. i like the blue skies, the warm nights, freedom from homework, and the smell of bbq.&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite holidays is in the summer. i think the 4th of July is great because fireworks are thrilling, friends are a blessing, and summer food is delicious. this year, i was particularly excited about the 4th because i got to experience all of those things and have a day off of work.&lt;br /&gt;so now its sunday afternoon, i have had two days off, and im watching The Holiday and getting little things done. &lt;br /&gt;for the few faithful readers, im updating :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did this. i now have a Bachelors Degree in Business Administration (general enough to do whatever, but not specific enough to do anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SlE1aI0UvhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bq-cfpArVP4/s1600-h/IMGP8423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SlE1aI0UvhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bq-cfpArVP4/s320/IMGP8423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355120155080048146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went on a family vacation here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SlE2TJKu4sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yXXdDIBqoX0/s1600-h/IMG_3040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SlE2TJKu4sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yXXdDIBqoX0/s320/IMG_3040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355121134426579650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a job here. official title: Undergraduate Admissions Counselor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SlE3jDPFcvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cfifA2Qxe0c/s1600-h/2369-tour2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SlE3jDPFcvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cfifA2Qxe0c/s320/2369-tour2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355122507223757554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am dating him. one of his better head shots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SlE4ZqYCHlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/G834eh4CBzE/s1600-h/V+day+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SlE4ZqYCHlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/G834eh4CBzE/s320/V+day+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355123445443206738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are just some of the highlights. hopefully i can post more details and pictures in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-6848558943239618054?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/6848558943239618054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=6848558943239618054' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/6848558943239618054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/6848558943239618054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-summer.html' title='i love summer'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SlE1aI0UvhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bq-cfpArVP4/s72-c/IMGP8423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-3486116328708442061</id><published>2009-04-08T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:41:29.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shawna</title><content type='html'>I am pretty sure i never wrote a post about bella being stolen, since i am terrible at posting and it was kind of traumatic. For those of you who do not know, bella was my baby blue beach cruiser. i had her for almost three years, and she was one of my top five favorite material possessions. I took her on late night rides withmy roommate courtney. Lauren would balance on the back and we would maneuver around campus. And I would take her out daily to get places more quickly or just to feel the wind in my hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I do not live in the safest of places, and a couple months ago, some little scoundrels came on to campus and took her and the lock. I was pretty upset, and I reported the theft to public safety. However, we were not able to recover bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, our office had a bike auction with some old bikes that the school had in storage. They had either been left or recovered etc., so the school let us clean them up a bit to resell them for a fundraiser. I kind of pulled some strings and was able to purchase a yellow beach cruiser that i had my eye on from the minute we started checking all the bikes. The previous owner must have been named Shawna, since it is written on the back fender with blue bike stickers. After making my purchase, i bought a lock and a friend and I worked on her for a while to fix the seat and tighten up some of the bolts. Now, the seat is not totally secure, and it kind of makes a chirping sound when i ride her, but i do not really care. I was seriously so thrilled to have a bike again! I have decided to keep the name Shawna, though i may remove the stickers, and we will try to fix the bird sounds over Easter break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just thought I would fill you in on my latest thrill. It does seem minor compared to the fact that I am graduating, and trying to find a new job, and going to Hawaii with my family in the near future, but sometimes its the little things that are worth talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-3486116328708442061?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/3486116328708442061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=3486116328708442061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/3486116328708442061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/3486116328708442061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2009/04/shawna.html' title='Shawna'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-7344384281288252203</id><published>2009-03-05T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:26:35.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week</title><content type='html'>i had two midterms.&lt;br /&gt;my sister's car caught on fire and burned up, with many of her belongings inside.&lt;br /&gt;my parent's washer broke and leaked all over. same day as the fire. &lt;br /&gt;jason screwed up his life on national television. ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;my roommate and i took free online typing tests should we need such skills when we graduate. approximately 75 wpm.&lt;br /&gt;our faces are also breaking out from stress. attractive.&lt;br /&gt;our friends intermural basketball team won their semi-final game and will now play in the championship game next week. but none of us were there to watch or support.&lt;br /&gt;i have apparently not had health insurance for the last two months. oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so glad tomorrow is friday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-7344384281288252203?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/7344384281288252203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=7344384281288252203' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7344384281288252203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7344384281288252203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-week.html' title='This Week'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-6790001296728509597</id><published>2009-02-24T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:54:35.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clarification</title><content type='html'>since i was not clear in the last post:&lt;br /&gt;i do understand the mission and the message behind "His image" week. i completely agree with the fact that our confidence, value, and purpose should not be linked to our physical appearance. our image is found in Christ, living in us, as those who know Him have been given the Holy Spirit and are transformed to be able to reflect the glory of the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;i also understand why some of the sessions during "in His image" week address eating disorders and eating healthy. external image is a huge concern and priority for many people, which unfortunately can outweigh their concern for Christ and their character. yet, we are responsible to care for our bodies, and many people do not properly care for their bodies, either by over or under eating. therefore, i just thought that if they were going to have a session about eating healthy, preceding that session with a late night breakfast was slightly ironic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-6790001296728509597?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/6790001296728509597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=6790001296728509597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/6790001296728509597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/6790001296728509597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2009/02/clarification.html' title='clarification'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-4561842161695461792</id><published>2009-02-24T14:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:28:27.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counterproductive</title><content type='html'>i will preface this post by acknowledging that i am a cynic. &lt;br /&gt;this week is "in His image" week at school. we have lots of weeks that are dedicated to different topics and causes. all of the ideas have a great purpose and principle behind them, but sometimes the promotion and activities associated with these weeks are comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example, "in His image" week is a week to raise awareness about the fact that we are made in the image of the Lord, so we should not define our value and image based on popularity, physical appearance, or the standards of society. i completely agree with this cause, and many of the activities and discussions are very educational. however, this year, one of the promotions was showing a girl from CBU being transformed with makeup and a pretty hair style. it is a spin off of a "Dove" promotion, but i am still annoyed that all of the posters around school only show pictures of the girl with wind blowing through her curls, glossy lips, shadowed eyes, and editing. i feel like that defeats the purpose of communicating the fact that you can be pretty whether you are wearing makeup or not. granted, i am bias, since i do not wear makeup all the time should people someday be disappointed or shocked by my actual appearance if they saw me without it. many girls begin to feel like it is a necessity for beauty and a positive image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a less serious note, last night they had a time where a local pastor came to speak about how our image is found in Christ, and it is not based on our physical appearance. later this week they will have more sessions about eating disorders and having a healthy lifestyle and diet. of course, a major draw for these events is food. so last night, at 9 pm, they had french toast breakfast to kick off the in His image events. again, being health conscious, i laughed since i try not to eat late at night, especially treats like french toast, cookies, and other delicious carbohydrate filled foods. now, i understand that my "image" is not decided by my eating habits or the way their are reflected in my appearance, but i did think it was a bit counterproductive considering the topics later this week. &lt;br /&gt;again, i know im being picky and critical. but i just thought it was all pretty entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture from a Dove campaign. i could not find one of the CBU student, but it looks similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SaR8xHK4t4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/CTg6--idUCA/s1600-h/dove-evolution-screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SaR8xHK4t4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/CTg6--idUCA/s320/dove-evolution-screen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306503444129429378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-4561842161695461792?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/4561842161695461792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=4561842161695461792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/4561842161695461792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/4561842161695461792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2009/02/counterproductive.html' title='Counterproductive'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SaR8xHK4t4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/CTg6--idUCA/s72-c/dove-evolution-screen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-1177001098135418179</id><published>2009-02-07T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:10:14.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26.2</title><content type='html'>a marathon is 26.2 miles, and the last 2.2 are easily the longest. but i finished, and i jogged almost the entire time, save the walks through water stations and a short walk break on mile 23 to rub out the cramp in my left thigh. &lt;br /&gt;commonly asked questions:&lt;br /&gt;how was it? SO HARD. the first 16 miles were really enjoyable. after that, it got hot, and i had less drive to want to push myself to run (partly because my joints and muscles were starting to feel it). this is also the time where refueling is important. i hate refueling.&lt;br /&gt;will you do it again? Right after the race, my answer was no. my friend's mom said that you cannot answer that question right after, though, because right after childbirth, not many people want to turn around and do it again. but they usually do, and its worth it. so, maybe i will do another one. but i would have to do it with someone that is my pace and have the time to really train and do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i am extremely glad i did it. i was so blessed to train with friends, and i ran most of the marathon with the amazing girls, jenni and erica. i was only sore for two days, but i am still having trouble with the outer ligament on my left foot (the planter fascia, i think?). also, i completely understand why Paul parallels running with the Christian life. Running is much more successful when you have a community and accountability. It involves a great deal of discipline, mentally and physically. Also, you must refuel, which involves drinking water and eating food or energy supplements. In most cases, eating and drinking are enjoyable and desirable. But i had to train myself to chew, swallow and drink while running and breathing. Many times, we enjoy and desire to be in the Word and to worship Christ, but when circumstances are hard, we often do not desire or enjoy making time for those things. We have to remind ourselves that we need those to sustain us. Now, I understand that a life devoted to pursuing Christ is much more difficult and long term than a marathon, but my friends and I were able to have alot of great conversations about the metaphors while we were running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have many pictures, but this is jenni, me, and erica at mile 15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SY2_zISOYlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lpd-hpYSvis/s1600-h/Marathon15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SY2_zISOYlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lpd-hpYSvis/s320/Marathon15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300103221603099218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-1177001098135418179?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/1177001098135418179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=1177001098135418179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/1177001098135418179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/1177001098135418179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2009/02/262.html' title='26.2'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SY2_zISOYlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/lpd-hpYSvis/s72-c/Marathon15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-304406529470430148</id><published>2009-01-18T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:44:07.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BiRtHdAy</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, i turned 22 on January 7th. Sadly, it was the first day of class for this semester, but my roommate(s) still made it enjoyable. I am a huge fan of the Pita Pit, but I did not know that we had them in Riverside. Lauren found one though, so she and Erika, who was our roommate last year, surprised me by taking me out for a pita and frozen yogurt. We made the guy take a picture since we were the only customers at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SXOdNHDzMPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BnqYyDDXFkM/s1600-h/IMGP8326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SXOdNHDzMPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BnqYyDDXFkM/s320/IMGP8326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292746835649310962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, most of you know i have been training for a marathon. Yesterday we ran 21 miles, which is the longest we will run before the actual race on February 1st. It was definitely one of the most difficult things I have ever done, physically and mentally. I am so excited, though, to be almost finished with training and to be able to run a marathon with friends. Erica, Caitlin, Jenni, and Ethan have made this whole thing much more enjoyable. Im sure the next post will be about the marathon, since it is basically my priority right now. It has influenced my sleeping, eating, drinking, and social routines for the last month or two. Everyone says marathons are addicting, but addictions are a problem, and i think that people who are addicted to marathons have a serious problem. Pretty sure this will be my one and only full marathon. So ill let you know how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-304406529470430148?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/304406529470430148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=304406529470430148' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/304406529470430148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/304406529470430148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday.html' title='BiRtHdAy'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SXOdNHDzMPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/BnqYyDDXFkM/s72-c/IMGP8326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-8083642287895868282</id><published>2008-12-26T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:40:20.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hour flu</title><content type='html'>i stayed on the couch the entire day yesterday. my mom made all of my favorite foods, since she spoils me when i come home, and not only did I not eat them, I did not even enjoy the smell. i did not even go to the airport to pick up my roommate, lauren, who flew in despite the blizzard warnings. &lt;br /&gt;i felt better this morning, so i tried to do my long run with caitlin at the gym. quite a miserable experience. i had to bike for basically half of it because i did not have the energy to be completely upright, and my stomach did not have the tolerance for bouncing.  &lt;br /&gt;tonight, though, we are going to curl up on the couch and watch elf. im very excited about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-8083642287895868282?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/8083642287895868282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=8083642287895868282' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/8083642287895868282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/8083642287895868282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/12/24-hour-flu.html' title='24 hour flu'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-7027508672422445791</id><published>2008-12-19T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:42:46.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is So cool</title><content type='html'>yesterday morning I was running, and I wished I was carrying a camera. I was going through the orange groves, and the trees were covered with oranges. the street was lined with palm trees on both sides, and in the distance, I could see the snow capped mountains/ hills. I kept thinking how creative and awesome our Creator is. It was such an enjoyable view. &lt;br /&gt;Granted, it would have been significantly more enjoyable had i not been running 14 miles :)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, marathon training, blah, blah, blah. only 6 more weeks though. &lt;br /&gt;P.S. its the Huntington Beach Marathon. Feb 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-7027508672422445791?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/7027508672422445791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=7027508672422445791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7027508672422445791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7027508672422445791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-is-so-cool.html' title='God is So cool'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-7203406726403836062</id><published>2008-12-14T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:25:57.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah prep</title><content type='html'>im not really preparing for finals like I should be because I want to be finished studying and doing homework. Luckily, I only have two left. I am getting ready for Utah, though, because it is really cold here in Riverside (i know, finally). Unfortunately, our heater is broken. Good timing. Today Lauren and I turned on the oven and stood next to it for warmth while chatting about our day. We then cleaned the apt, which was much needed, and now I am blogging.  I wish I blogged enough that I did not have to summary update blogs and could just write about random, funny, daily happenings instead. &lt;br /&gt;Ill just list some of those things from my semester:&lt;br /&gt;- i was getting onto the 91 when going to church earlier this semester, and someone was in my blindspot, so i almost cut him off when i merged. he was more than furious, and he stayed next to me, staring me down and throwing up his hands in frustration. I felt horrible, of course, and kept trying to apologize with hand motions and my "im sorry" face. But a couple exits later I was getting mad and started giving him the "leave me alone, you jerk" face. He then proceeded to pull out a gun and hold it up to his window. yes, a gun. crazy man. ugh. I was so annoyed and afraid that I exited the freeway. I did not call the cops, though, which you are apparently supposed to do since that is a felony. &lt;br /&gt;- i got nominated for Homecoming Queen and Ms. CBU, but did not win either time :)&lt;br /&gt;- my flag football team did not make it to the championships, which was the first time that has happened in years.&lt;br /&gt;- I am going to a yoga class. yoga is so hard. but im the only girl in it... and no, thats not why im going &lt;br /&gt;- I am also training for a marathon. training for a marathon is so hard. but i like the mental game and the physical challenge of it all. ill probably never do it again though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-7203406726403836062?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/7203406726403836062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=7203406726403836062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7203406726403836062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7203406726403836062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/12/utah-prep.html' title='Utah prep'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-6388108090083332461</id><published>2008-09-30T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:57:43.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"autumn"</title><content type='html'>it was 103 degrees at 2 pm today. tomorrow is october, and i will sweat if i just stand outside. alot of people will be personally offended by my attitude, but i do not like california right now. I want to wear a scarf without the risk of heat stroke. i want to see leaves turn orange and red instead of seeing grass turn brown from lack of hydration. i want to want a hot shower and chai. i want fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather aside, i have had a good senior year so far. im busy, but who isn't? i am now working in ISP, which is the office that organizes service trips overseas (as well as in the US). though i work alot alot, i really enjoy the people and the purpose of my work. football season is exciting as usual, even though i think i broke my toe during our first game. and i am living with lauren in a one bedroom apartment that has excellent central air and a shower that does not drain well. i really have nothing exciting to report, but i figured it was past due for an update. hope everyone is doing well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-6388108090083332461?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/6388108090083332461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=6388108090083332461' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/6388108090083332461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/6388108090083332461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/09/autumn.html' title='&quot;autumn&quot;'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-5640333065655635566</id><published>2008-07-23T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:39:12.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>running buddies</title><content type='html'>caitlin is one of the people that is pretty much always willing to run (not a surprise, considering she just did her third marathon in may). mostly she is doing me a favor to keep me company since she is technically much better than i am, but we both really enjoy getting out. &lt;br /&gt;i actually like running alone, but when i run for distance, i prefer a partner for motivation and company. this morning cait and i ran from my house to Mt. Ogden park and back. its 7 or 8 miles (not positive since we took back roads). i had to walk for like 100 ft at one point while trying to get up the hill behind Weber State, which if you know that hill, you know why i had to break for a moment. it was mile 5 ish and the shade was gone by then. killer. however, the rest of the run was pretty enjoyable. Utah is stunning, cait and i were able to chat when we were on level ground, and we found sprinklers at the end that we were able to run through. &lt;br /&gt;stretching was a necessity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SIe_IJzDO8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/8rHdIeT0wWA/s1600-h/IMGP7856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SIe_IJzDO8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/8rHdIeT0wWA/s320/IMGP7856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226356039376649154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alfalfa (sarah's new puppy) loves eating plants. leaves are his particular favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SIe_IavTYUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-VUtsmpayfE/s1600-h/IMGP7855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SIe_IavTYUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-VUtsmpayfE/s320/IMGP7855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226356043924332866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty relieved that i could still run distances, especially with the hills and elevation here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SIe_IvwJurI/AAAAAAAAAGo/w-QyMTxnPSM/s1600-h/IMGP7859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SIe_IvwJurI/AAAAAAAAAGo/w-QyMTxnPSM/s320/IMGP7859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226356049565039282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-5640333065655635566?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/5640333065655635566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=5640333065655635566' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/5640333065655635566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/5640333065655635566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/07/running-buddies.html' title='running buddies'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SIe_IJzDO8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/8rHdIeT0wWA/s72-c/IMGP7856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-3713493124720750360</id><published>2008-07-06T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:39:13.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"you are my biggest fan"</title><content type='html'>yesterday my roommates and i watched "That Thing You Do," which i have not seen in years. the characters have tons of one-liners that are hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;movies, roommates, the beach, the pool, bbqs, reading and running have pretty much been the only things that have consumed my time during the last week and a half. it is so weird not having a job. i should not complain, as it has been really relaxing at times, but weird nonetheless. tomorrow im flying back to utah, and i am really excited to see the family, friends and mountains that i have missed for the last couple of months. &lt;br /&gt;to say the least, my transition back from India was not hard or shocking, which i kind of thought it might be. the whole unemployment thing has made things pretty laid back though. i kind of feel like the trip was just a dream. i have been trying to figure out what i learned and felt about the whole experience, as well as how i am going to apply those lessons to my routine, comfortable, lovely life back in the states (analyzing all of that has been the hard part). &lt;br /&gt;having said that, here are some pics of my life from the last couple of days. i actually feel slightly lame posting these immediately after posting pictures of under-privileged children and hundreds of people at a Muslim mosque. just dont judge :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the beach by myself to just read and relax. i hate sand, but i love the ocean. and tyler lives in costa mesa, so i also got to meet up with him to eat and chat for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFRjf1dQrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/U2byiPKp3wg/s1600-h/IMGP7769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFRjf1dQrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/U2byiPKp3wg/s320/IMGP7769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220043113382101682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeremy and i went to an Angels game on Wednesday. who knew there would be so many people at a game at 12:30 pm in 100 degree weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFL5S9Jj0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/adizDlpJexs/s1600-h/IMGP7772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFL5S9Jj0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/adizDlpJexs/s320/IMGP7772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220036890812059458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFMSTK5_iI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-DcD_QOEwDQ/s1600-h/IMGP7775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFMSTK5_iI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-DcD_QOEwDQ/s320/IMGP7775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220037320366489122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to a free art walk on Thursday night. downtown riverside is actually really fun (as opposed to many other parts of riverside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFRjxlvacI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AOqRKJTEpdo/s1600-h/IMGP7779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFRjxlvacI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AOqRKJTEpdo/s320/IMGP7779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220043118148020674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFYnJOKPkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3UsD302kkXg/s1600-h/IMGP7780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFYnJOKPkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3UsD302kkXg/s320/IMGP7780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220050872612568642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then for the 4th we went over to ryan's house and had a little bbq. jeremy's artichoke dip in a bread bowl was voted the "most tasty", but carly's fruit was voted "best presentation." everything was so good though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFYnaq94nI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8uel6t3Gh-Y/s1600-h/IMGP7796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFYnaq94nI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8uel6t3Gh-Y/s320/IMGP7796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220050877296796274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFYn_7twMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tjHa4ddndnA/s1600-h/IMGP7795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFYn_7twMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tjHa4ddndnA/s320/IMGP7795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220050887299154114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played apples to apples and then sat on the curb to watch fireworks. jeremy and ryan wore matching stripes and cut off shorts, which they also wore last year on the 4th. they are ridiculous... but hilarious. lauren and i decided that when you change the color on the picture, the boys kind of look like they are living in the 70's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFYops7bLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_8FCWddO0yI/s1600-h/IMGP7797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFYops7bLI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_8FCWddO0yI/s320/IMGP7797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220050898511424690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHG9libz-6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9TGm9EaVBG4/s1600-h/IMGP7801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHG9libz-6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/9TGm9EaVBG4/s320/IMGP7801.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220161895695383458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-3713493124720750360?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/3713493124720750360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=3713493124720750360' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/3713493124720750360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/3713493124720750360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-my-biggest-fan.html' title='&quot;you are my biggest fan&quot;'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SHFRjf1dQrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/U2byiPKp3wg/s72-c/IMGP7769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-7899575045827017103</id><published>2008-06-21T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:39:14.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>overview</title><content type='html'>study break-- Tera and I walked outside for a minute right before it started pouring rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFz07ruxkgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5D8M4tNis_I/s1600-h/IMGP7649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFz07ruxkgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5D8M4tNis_I/s320/IMGP7649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214311774776562178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving in India would stress me out! they seriously do not have traffic laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFz2lShUrtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HOkOaSL5b8o/s1600-h/IMGP7654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFz2lShUrtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HOkOaSL5b8o/s320/IMGP7654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214313589075390162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Taj is pretty much amazing. we were so lucky that there was a slight breeze because I was sweating like crazy (and so was everyone else that crammed inside to look at the tomb... i know because i could smell them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFz3HMJbQFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_at_x26hZks/s1600-h/IMGP7661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFz3HMJbQFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_at_x26hZks/s320/IMGP7661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214314171480096850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have been doing a kids club for the past three days. we sing songs, tell stories, and do crafts. the people with whom we have working have amazing hearts, and their translating skills have been so helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFz5bHCFLcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RGNAHFUVbwg/s1600-h/IMGP7694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFz5bHCFLcI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RGNAHFUVbwg/s320/IMGP7694.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214316712727752130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, Alicia, Tyler and I went to my favorite restaurant for lunch. Alicia lived here for two years and will be here for a month this summer. I am finally feeling better, and I was really encouraged being able to talk through what I have been learning and noticing during the trip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFz6QvSkl6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/T70aWH8C240/s1600-h/IMGP7708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFz6QvSkl6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/T70aWH8C240/s320/IMGP7708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214317634067404706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-7899575045827017103?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/7899575045827017103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=7899575045827017103' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7899575045827017103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7899575045827017103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/06/overview.html' title='overview'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFz07ruxkgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5D8M4tNis_I/s72-c/IMGP7649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-8304534375657030486</id><published>2008-06-14T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:39:15.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>namaste</title><content type='html'>we do something different everyday, so its really difficult to summarize the trip. &lt;br /&gt;the food, heat and i have not been getting along so well, and i am constantly being challenged to be patient, loving, prayerful, faithful, and intentional. externally, everything is fantastic- our contacts, our living situation, the people, and our daily activities have been enjoyable. internally, whether it literal or figurative, everything is getting jumbled. my stomach and body ache regularly. at the same time, my thoughts and faith are being twisted frequently as well. i love it though. so much to learn. ty and i were able to go to a local coffee shop tonight and just talk through what we have been thinking about and noticing, which was so enjoyable. he also downloaded pictures today, so you can see just a couple of the things we have been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyler, zack and myself in the library (which is the main part of the first floor at our contact's home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFVElB2qdlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RKeUk59cYaI/s1600-h/INDIA-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFVElB2qdlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RKeUk59cYaI/s320/INDIA-17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212147546694776402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ally and me dancing to music with the kids at the orphanage we visited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFVCPTfAxiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0HckKLFdrJc/s1600-h/INDIA-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFVCPTfAxiI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0HckKLFdrJc/s320/INDIA-20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212144974447035938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the winning team from our photo scavenger hunt yesterday. we had to take pictures at certain places or doing certain things all over the city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFVDU8gO8LI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TrcJaxUUmS4/s1600-h/INDIA-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFVDU8gO8LI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TrcJaxUUmS4/s320/INDIA-24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212146170868986034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-8304534375657030486?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/8304534375657030486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=8304534375657030486' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/8304534375657030486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/8304534375657030486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/06/namaste.html' title='namaste'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SFVElB2qdlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/RKeUk59cYaI/s72-c/INDIA-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-1729445111699319888</id><published>2008-06-09T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:33:32.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love mangos. I hate delhi-belly.</title><content type='html'>We have been here a little less than a week, but it feels like way longer. I don’t mean that in a bad way; I think we just got settled pretty quickly and do so many things every day that I can’t believe it has only been 6 days. The team is doing so well. We have gone to markets, temples, coffee shops and an orphanage yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I could write forever but I will just tell you about the temples. The first one was Hindu. Just as I had been warned, every one of my senses was over-stimulated. People were everywhere, bustling through the hot, humid, incense-filled air in the temple. We walked barefoot on the warm marble floor and watched as people desperately wrung bells to awaken their gods. They offered food and flowers to the idols and knelt or bowed in reverence. Ironic that the idols and people are clothed in bright colors and candles and flowers are scattered everywhere, but it was one of the darkest places I have ever been. The Sikh temple was crowded, loud, and had a certain aroma as well, but there is much less desperation and individual focus during their “worship.” I can’t really describe everything very well, and those experiences only account for about 3 hours of our trip. Just wanted to fill you in a little, though. Ty has been capturing the trip on his amazing camera. Check out his blog for more pics. www.tylerhoehne.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10193246@N07/2567002528/" title="test dump by tylerhoehne, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3063/2567002528_f238cb3018_o.jpg" width="425" height="284" alt="test dump" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10193246@N07/2567002532/" title="test dump2 by tylerhoehne, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/2567002532_2b60bea6d2_o.jpg" width="284" height="425" alt="test dump2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-1729445111699319888?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/1729445111699319888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=1729445111699319888' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/1729445111699319888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/1729445111699319888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-mangos-i-hate-delhi-belly.html' title='I love mangos. I hate delhi-belly.'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-3538330792322119152</id><published>2008-06-05T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:42:54.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"s"</title><content type='html'>quick post. we got here this afternoon, drove to the house where we are staying, walked around the market, and went to a local coffee shop. as i was walking through the market, i was thinking about how to describe everything. many people have tried to describe it to me, and while all of their descriptions are true, no words or pictures can actually encompass what it is like to be here. nonetheless, half of the words i thought of begin with the letter S.&lt;br /&gt;Sweat. Smog. Smells. Sounds. Stares. and for the parentals, i'm safe and sound... and i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-3538330792322119152?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/3538330792322119152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=3538330792322119152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/3538330792322119152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/3538330792322119152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/06/s.html' title='&quot;s&quot;'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-6498433970557810043</id><published>2008-06-03T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:51:53.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iTunes</title><content type='html'>i am waiting for songs to download. iTunes is so convenient but slightly dangerous. i bought a bunch of songs yesterday to keep myself entertained during the approximate 24 hours of travel that are in my near future. sadly, my battery died in the process, though, so i came back to school this morning to download the rest. &lt;br /&gt;Gavin Degraw was my first purchase, naturally, and i am going to have to agree with Mel. Its not exactly what i expected, but i have listened to it 3 or 4 times now, and its growing on me. &lt;br /&gt;Also, some of my roommates made mixes for me last night while i baked cookies, so i am excited to listen to those. &lt;br /&gt;All i have left is to do is laundry so that i do not have to do it when i return. I will probably talk to my mom again (for like the 5th time in the last 2 days) and go to dinner with the girls tonight before i leave. &lt;br /&gt;I am a little nervous actually. Maybe not nervous-- just anxious to get the trip started already. I dont really want to think about it or plan for it anymore, i just want to be there. &lt;br /&gt;Well, im going to go for a run for the last time for 3 weeks. Then take a long, comfortable shower, also probably for the last time for 3 weeks ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-6498433970557810043?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/6498433970557810043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=6498433970557810043' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/6498433970557810043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/6498433970557810043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/06/itunes.html' title='iTunes'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-7219815676722123705</id><published>2008-06-01T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:39:15.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont have internet</title><content type='html'>at the condo that i live in. i would complain but it is pretty much the best situation ever, so complaining is not a thought or an option. sometimes its kind of been a blessing actually. we did not have tv either for almost a month (and 3 of the 5 roommates were gone) so i got to have lots of quality time with the pretty girl with the sweet teal-ish sunglasses. that is my roommate Erika. &lt;br /&gt;When i wasnt with her this past month, i was probably with the other beautiful brunette, carly. both of them are such great girls and i have had so much fun with them so far this summer. this is kind of a special shout out to them because im leaving tuesday for "South Asia" and im going to miss them tons. &lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went out to lunch then downtown to this old used bookstore. it was a really enjoyable saturday. luckily Erika always has her camera for photo sessions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SENlHlyI9jI/AAAAAAAAADo/ltp_663MUcs/s1600-h/DSCN3127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SENlHlyI9jI/AAAAAAAAADo/ltp_663MUcs/s320/DSCN3127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207116775246329394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SENo01yI9lI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VV1gyE-uPGo/s1600-h/DSCN3133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SENo01yI9lI/AAAAAAAAAD4/VV1gyE-uPGo/s320/DSCN3133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207120851170293330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i never post. i read posts. on sunday nights when i come to coffee depot with carly to use the free internet. i have had the urge to blog all week, so now i finally have my chance.&lt;br /&gt;summer has been wonderful. it was blazing in riverside for about a week, then the next week it poured rain and there was a random tornado, and this week has been mild and lovely. i work two on-campus jobs, so i have a 5-10 minute commute to school and am so blessed to have people that will employ me basically full time despite my ridiculous schedule. i am not exactly sure what i do with my nights, other than wednesday nights, when i have small group. other than that, i get a great combination of alone time and friend time. &lt;br /&gt;i leave tuesday night for my isp trip. i am so ready. i was packed a week ago (yeah, i over plan, but i surprisingly have not overpacked-- i have a carry-on size suitcase and a backpack-- for 3 weeks). its going to be hot and humid but i am so excited to experience a different people and culture. it should be humbling, challenging and thrilling. &lt;br /&gt;i will be back in utah around july 7th, so i will get to tell many of you all about it in person. Horray!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that is pretty much it. i will try to post once when im gone, so for those loyal friends that still check this, check it again please :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-7219815676722123705?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/7219815676722123705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=7219815676722123705' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7219815676722123705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7219815676722123705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-have-internet.html' title='i dont have internet'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/SENlHlyI9jI/AAAAAAAAADo/ltp_663MUcs/s72-c/DSCN3127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-2879921998792300560</id><published>2008-02-04T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:45:32.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>0:9:35</title><content type='html'>that was the average time of my mile when i ran 13.2. yes, i ran my first half marathon yesterday. i got to huntington beach at 7:00 am and it was about 45 degrees, raining and windy. basically miserable weather. but after the first mile, though i was drenched, i was warmed up and didnt even care that water was gushing between my toes. &lt;br /&gt;i am well aware that my time was not very fast, but i honestly don't care. in the days leading up to the race, my biggest worries were honestly that i would a) not finish in under 2 hours and 10 minutes (10 minute miles) or b) would really have to go to the bathroom right in the middle of it, which is the worst time to stop. as i said, got the goal time and luckily, didnt have to go to the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to post a quick update, and i will post pictures when my friend emails them to me. for now, im going to write a paper about Kenya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-2879921998792300560?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/2879921998792300560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=2879921998792300560' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/2879921998792300560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/2879921998792300560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/02/0935.html' title='0:9:35'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-2098655152946764244</id><published>2008-01-03T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:04:19.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im it</title><content type='html'>so apparently, i got tagged by my lovely roommate courtney. i havent read her blog in a while, but today i checked it, and she listed 8 things that people dont know about her (i knew 6 of the 8). at the end, she tagged me and hillary kell. i will attempt to enlighten some of you, but no guarantees. &lt;br /&gt;1. i dont like feet (not near me or on me or anything)&lt;br /&gt;2. i have two fake teeth&lt;br /&gt;3. i am not a fan of the really flowery, berry scents (ex: most of bath and body works)&lt;br /&gt;4. i have never toured the Mormon Temple in Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;5. the bottom of pools scare me&lt;br /&gt;6. i had headgear for a year. proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;7. i didnt get my license until i was almost 17&lt;br /&gt;8. i do not enjoy tomatoes, peppers, mushrooms, or ham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know who else to tag. ive never been great at this game, i was always too slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-2098655152946764244?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/2098655152946764244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=2098655152946764244' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/2098655152946764244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/2098655152946764244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-it.html' title='im it'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-7773933685967349362</id><published>2008-01-01T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:39:15.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oatmeal banana chocolate chip cookies</title><content type='html'>my roommate lauren and i love them. ive eaten three today. i try to make myself feel better by telling myself that im getting fruit and fiber or something, but im sure if my new years resolution was to lose weight, the cookies would not be part of a road to success. &lt;br /&gt;thankfully, that is not one of my resolutions, but blogging more frequently is one of them. im going to start small and just go for a short list to update those of you who still actually check this blog.&lt;br /&gt;1. i got an A- in a class. they wont give you an A+ to give you a better GPA, but they will give an A- to kill it!&lt;br /&gt;2. i had two friends from cali come to visit during the break, which was so fun and appreciated (as it made the break more entertaining)&lt;br /&gt;3. i turn 21 on Monday &lt;br /&gt;4. my mom tore her ACL skiing&lt;br /&gt;5. i appreciate everything my mom does even more than i thought i did&lt;br /&gt;6. i went snowboarding alone yesterday; the snow was amazing but im sore today&lt;br /&gt;7. Dash Cain is the smartest two-year-old i know&lt;br /&gt;8. next semester's classes are going to suck. bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i say update more, i mean like once a week. im sure amy boyd will leave mean comments as a form of accountability should i slack. the rest of you may feel free to do so as well.&lt;br /&gt;ill leave you with a picture of me and sarah on Christmas morning. we opened stockings and presents then made snow angels in our back yard. i think we did the same thing when we were 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/R3sHtEXJbVI/AAAAAAAAADg/fTgYrhV9KGI/s1600-h/IMGP7350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/R3sHtEXJbVI/AAAAAAAAADg/fTgYrhV9KGI/s320/IMGP7350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150719069674630482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-7773933685967349362?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/7773933685967349362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=7773933685967349362' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7773933685967349362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7773933685967349362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2008/01/oatmeal-banana-chocolate-chip-cookies.html' title='oatmeal banana chocolate chip cookies'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/R3sHtEXJbVI/AAAAAAAAADg/fTgYrhV9KGI/s72-c/IMGP7350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-5183778543409260931</id><published>2007-11-06T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T13:18:49.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>e-commerce</title><content type='html'>right now I am sitting in e-commerce. it is easily one of the more boring classes I have taken during my college career. unfortunately, I have to come because we do group projects every class session (thankfully I have a good group), and we have "pop" reading quizes every tuesday. I have never scored better than a C because I do not own the book. &lt;br /&gt;normally I do other homework when im in this class or I read blogs etc. I rarely check my own blog, but I just noticed that one reader made a very "honest" comment. so im updating. &lt;br /&gt;as usual, I am extremely busy with school, work, football, focus, and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that is really new is that I have started swimming. I only do it like twice a week, but its a nice change from running in nasty riverside. I sport a sweet black speedo (yeah for the one-piece CBU rules), and I even bought goggles. Im pretty committed :)&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I go and swim laps until my arms burn and I breath more water than air. I wont tell you how many laps that takes because it is pretty embarrassing at this point, but Im still enjoying it so far.  &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I went to Pacifica this weekend, which is right outside of San Fransisco. I would consider moving there. Its beautiful. We had such a great time, but now im back to the reality of a paper about the telegraph and a research proposal dealing with the annual reports and financial ratios for Apple Computers. and my teacher keeps walking past me so im going to pay attention to his powerpoint now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-5183778543409260931?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/5183778543409260931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=5183778543409260931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/5183778543409260931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/5183778543409260931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2007/11/e-commerce.html' title='e-commerce'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-2383645652136070790</id><published>2007-08-13T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:39:15.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"the reason for the season"</title><content type='html'>at one point during the wedding preparation, a couple of the bridesmaids and I were admitting to the fact that Claire Michelle Cain is a pretty big deal and that she deserved all of the sweat and man hours we put into making goodies for the big day (thank you brett for actually keeping yours-- greatly appreciated). I declared that we should be honored to work with/ spend time with her, as she was the reason for the season.&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that my comment was slightly blasphemous and that Claire was far from bridezilla, but I dont think all of the hours we spent together would have been nearly as enjoyable without everyones sarcastic additions.&lt;br /&gt;truly, though, it was such an honor to be part of Claire and Matthew's wedding. they are such an amazing couple. they never fail to make me laugh or remind me that i should be continually pursuing Christ.&lt;br /&gt;not only was it really enjoyable to spend time with the Cain and Teter families, but it was also fun to have so many of our friends in town for the wedding. it made me love utah more than I already do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, kelli, the bride, and mel at the Cain family party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RsEdaOidv-I/AAAAAAAAADA/1VMjXruA0t4/s1600-h/IMGP6975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RsEdaOidv-I/AAAAAAAAADA/1VMjXruA0t4/s320/IMGP6975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098388589576568802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and liz. second summer in a row that we have been bridesmaids together... sure hope it doesnt turn into some sick trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RsEgVuidv_I/AAAAAAAAADI/bFhCuyXFGGM/s1600-h/IMGP6991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RsEgVuidv_I/AAAAAAAAADI/bFhCuyXFGGM/s320/IMGP6991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098391810802040818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were pretty impressive on the dance floor. the picture doesnt do us justice i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RsEipeidwAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aaBWAIvYaAM/s1600-h/IMGP7028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RsEipeidwAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aaBWAIvYaAM/s320/IMGP7028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098394349127712770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is fantastic. thats all i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RsEjlOidwBI/AAAAAAAAADY/KwJ-hiAFZiE/s1600-h/IMGP7044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RsEjlOidwBI/AAAAAAAAADY/KwJ-hiAFZiE/s320/IMGP7044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098395375624896530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-2383645652136070790?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/2383645652136070790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=2383645652136070790' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/2383645652136070790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/2383645652136070790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2007/08/reason-for-season.html' title='&quot;the reason for the season&quot;'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RsEdaOidv-I/AAAAAAAAADA/1VMjXruA0t4/s72-c/IMGP6975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-5571489435924652504</id><published>2007-07-24T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:39:16.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday 2 Sunday</title><content type='html'>so the past week (the 15th-22nd) was the most eventful i have had all summer! i anticipate that the week of Claires wedding will be pretty packed as well, so im glad i got to have a little prep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Celebrated my friendships with Kelli and Kimber by going to PF Changs for lunch and then shopping around in Gateway. my question-- why does the Banana Republic smell so weird there? my theory-- the waterpark right out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rqaj_-idv4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/PTPnXkzkLVg/s1600-h/IMGP6856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rqaj_-idv4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/PTPnXkzkLVg/s320/IMGP6856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090936748303564674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a bit blurry cause we thought it was probably illegal to take pictures in Forever 21. but i had to have proof that they were trying to sell dresses from my moms youth. honestly, who is going to purchase those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also celebrated Mormon Day, as we went to Weber State to watch the fireworks. Some friends, phase ten, cookies, starbursts, everyone in Ogden, a symphony and fireworks makes for a pretty entertaining evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rqak_-idv5I/AAAAAAAAACY/bqsKx9pZta8/s1600-h/IMGP6859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rqak_-idv5I/AAAAAAAAACY/bqsKx9pZta8/s320/IMGP6859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090937847815192466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sea of blankets. yes, you can put them out the morning of, and they will not get moved or stolen. its Ogden folks, not LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: I worked and scheduled probably four calls incorrectly because i was so excited to go to California. what can i say, i was having trouble focusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Sunday: Went on a plane. ate. hung out with friends. ate. went to a really cool park. ate. went to a bachelorette party. ate. went to a shooting range (so fun!). ate. went to a wedding. ate and danced. said goodbye and got back on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RqaoyOidv6I/AAAAAAAAACg/dDugNKqo4I8/s1600-h/IMGP6890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RqaoyOidv6I/AAAAAAAAACg/dDugNKqo4I8/s320/IMGP6890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090942009638502306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the future roommates :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rqapbuidv7I/AAAAAAAAACo/T23VaYKyN1Y/s1600-h/IMGP6915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rqapbuidv7I/AAAAAAAAACo/T23VaYKyN1Y/s320/IMGP6915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090942722603073458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shot the gun 50 times and i only hit him right in the center 1 time.  embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rqap7uidv8I/AAAAAAAAACw/7nB8ta3BHM8/s1600-h/IMGP6928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rqap7uidv8I/AAAAAAAAACw/7nB8ta3BHM8/s320/IMGP6928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090943272358887362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robin, kinsley, amy and me at kimmys wedding. we clean up pretty nicely, if i do say so myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-5571489435924652504?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rqaj_-idv4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/PTPnXkzkLVg/s72-c/IMGP6856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-3280343791975732195</id><published>2007-06-29T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:00:33.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the alphabet</title><content type='html'>abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyandz.&lt;br /&gt;i love and miss you amy boyd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-3280343791975732195?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/3280343791975732195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=3280343791975732195' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/3280343791975732195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/3280343791975732195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2007/06/alphabet.html' title='the alphabet'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-6771126553701668387</id><published>2007-06-26T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:54:04.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>living up to my blogger title as "therambler"</title><content type='html'>one of the main reasons i dont post is because i dont really take pictures when i am home. i love posts with pictures. however, i was reading back on some of my old posts from when i first became a member of the blogging world, and i have been reading other people's blogs, and i miss it. blogging is a skill, and an important one at that. i feel like it makes you better at thinking, writing, expressing yourself, and all in all, i think it improves your ability to notice and appreciate little details in life that are important to remember and share. consequently, blogging not only improves your relationship with your mind and surroundings, but it also helps you get to know more about your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will share some of my basically routine life with you, though i warn you, its pretty boring. &lt;br /&gt;i get up at 5:45, am at work by 7:00 and off by 4:00 or 5:00. i typically eat at my desk, as i am a workaholic, and dont really see a point in leaving for 45 minutes when i could get paid instead. i talk to someone from california almost every day. i run or walk alot because utah is beautiful. and i try to go to bed early because sleep is beautiful as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my pen-pal, he is alive, he was just at camp (though he did not mention that ever in any letters, so i was worried there for about a week).&lt;br /&gt;many of my friends from school have been in different countries serving, and i miss them and pray for them alot.&lt;br /&gt;we are no longer having Bible Study on tuesday nights, so my social life has become even less social, which is saddening.&lt;br /&gt;my friend Claire is beautiful and is getting married this summer, and so i really enjoy the times i get to spend with her and the girls getting everything ready.&lt;br /&gt;i had a visitor, which was sooo fun and i got to take a day off of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, my life is basically uneventful. but i think that is healthy for me, as eight months out of my year are highly eventful, expensive and exhausting!&lt;div 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&quot;therambler&quot;'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-8992126821554816137</id><published>2007-05-16T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T15:59:56.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>google</title><content type='html'>so i read an article for my Business Law class about trademarks etc. google is currently dealing with trademark issues because the word is commonly used as a verb, meaning "to research." if someone tells you to "google" something, he/she means look it up on the internet, but that person is more than likely completely indifferent to the actual search engine you use, whether it be google, or msn or yahoo. when words like zipper or xerox are used so commonly that they no longer classify a specific brand, then they can lose their right to a legal trademark. google is one of those words. i understand that is is kind of boring and almost completely unrelated to what i am going to say, but i thought about it as i was starting to post this blog.&lt;br /&gt;here is why.&lt;br /&gt;not only did i google my own name out of boredom (pathetic, i know), but when i did, the first link that came up with the name "JULIE WOUDENBERG" highlighted, was not for me. i was positive that i was the only julie woudenberg in the U.S. so positive, that i would have made a bet that it could be trademarked.  however, my name is apparently not as unique as i thought. i was almost offended (even more pathetic) that my name could be on the verge of being as generic as John Smith! o my heavens. &lt;br /&gt;well that is all folks. and dont judge me. i know my pasttimes are lame and that my emotions on this matter are extreme. im ok with that, cause it makes me unique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-8992126821554816137?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/8992126821554816137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=8992126821554816137' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/8992126821554816137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/8992126821554816137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2007/05/google.html' title='google'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-3833946994076495770</id><published>2007-04-08T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:39:17.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>readers digest: part 1</title><content type='html'>so in the last three weeks, i have technically only gone to classes six days. we had spring break for a week. i came back for three days. i went to new york. i came back for three days. then, i went on Easter break. its been amazing. however, i still had enough homework for three weeks, and thanks to time management and a lack of sleep, i was able to get everything turned in early/ on time and enjoy traveling all over the country. &lt;br /&gt;im going to just give the readers digest version of the last three weeks, though, one week at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Spring break, Amy, Lauren and I decided to road trip up to Nor Cal for the week. They are amazing girls, so we had a great time listening to music, talking, and laughing. One thing that I really appreciate about both of them is that they are pretty low maintenance and brilliant. perfect for a road trip, if you ask me. not only was i always challenged and entertained by my interaction with them (both through conversation and observation), but i love that we could just relax, sleep on the floor, not get ready for the day, or just not talk and be completely content. we stayed at Erica's house in Walnut Creek for the first two nights and in Pacifica with Tim for the last two nights. Both towns are beautiful and reflect many of the positive aspects of Northern California, which should just be a seperate state all together. &lt;br /&gt;a pic of the girls on the first night that we got to Walnut Creek. We sat at the Bucks for a while to journal and do homework. Good way to end the day of driving. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rhnh2GcogEI/AAAAAAAAABw/MbyjWbCqVtY/s1600-h/IMGP6290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rhnh2GcogEI/AAAAAAAAABw/MbyjWbCqVtY/s320/IMGP6290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051316776632614978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we relaxed in Walnut Creek on Tuesday and Wednesday we drove to Pacifica to meet up with the boys. We proceeded to take BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit), also known as "the" BART by southern californians, who put the article "the" in front of everything. thanks to our tour guide, tim, who is also in extremely good shape, we walked thousands of blocks through San Fran to get to the GGP (Golden Gate Park). It was worth the walk... this flower conservatory place was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RhnjR2cogFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HvluiLvx9do/s1600-h/IMGP6308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RhnjR2cogFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/HvluiLvx9do/s320/IMGP6308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051318352885612626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a little time at the GGP, we went to Fishermans Warf for lunch, Ghirardelli Square for ice cream, then the wrong bus, then the right bus to Union Square for shopping. All in all, we ate, shopped, and walked a ton, but it was beautiful weather, and I was with a bunch of friends. it was a great way to experience San Fran for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rhv01KgDD1I/AAAAAAAAACA/DBkHIp7Jkzs/s1600-h/IMGP6334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rhv01KgDD1I/AAAAAAAAACA/DBkHIp7Jkzs/s320/IMGP6334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051900601215160146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, we had a lazy day in Pacifica. Amy and I went running on the beach, in shorts and tee shirts no less! tim lives less than a mile from the beach, so everyone met us there and we all walked around and enjoyed the sun for a bit. That night, we played a pick up game of basketball after dinner, and you could see the sun setting over the ocean from tims backyard. AMAZING! &lt;br /&gt;Friday, we drove back home, and im pretty sure we didnt talk for the first three hours of the ride because we were just enjoying the sensational scenery. Northern California is SO green, and much less crowded in comparison to So Cal. on the drive we made a couple of stops in Central California. we took a break near Viselia for a little shopping at the outlets with my roommate Courtney. we then drove to Bakersfield, Amy's home town, and went out to Dowrs for ice cream sundays. yes, that is marshmellow cream drizzled over the top of the glass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rhv2qagDD2I/AAAAAAAAACI/HLmQJC0Ioms/s1600-h/IMGP6337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rhv2qagDD2I/AAAAAAAAACI/HLmQJC0Ioms/s320/IMGP6337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051902615554821986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once we got back to school, we just hung out for two more days, and i did lots of homework in preparation to leave for "the" NYC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-3833946994076495770?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/3833946994076495770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=3833946994076495770' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/3833946994076495770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/3833946994076495770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2007/04/readers-digest-part-1.html' title='readers digest: part 1'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rhnh2GcogEI/AAAAAAAAABw/MbyjWbCqVtY/s72-c/IMGP6290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-1062315130061816782</id><published>2007-03-28T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T00:54:05.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quote of the day</title><content type='html'>quick, quick, pictureless update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am officially a mouth breather. i cant inhale through either nostril at the moment due to a cold. today i got out of breath trying to eat lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to San Fransisco last week and it was sooo much fun. ill post pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im leaving for New York tomorrow night. im soooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the Holiday today with my roommates. it was raining outside and it was romantic. and i love my roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of roommates, my immediate roommate, courtney, is amazing. she is really dynamic and we have such a great time together. we have roommate dress up days, roommate ditch days, we leave notes on the mirror for each other and we always have a quote of the day that we right on the top left of the mirror. Well courney was on a roll today...  i told her that her quotes were so good that I would blog at least one of them. this wont make sense to any of you. and im sorry, but im doing it for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i always leave my shoes on"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-1062315130061816782?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/1062315130061816782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=1062315130061816782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/1062315130061816782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/1062315130061816782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2007/03/quote-of-day.html' title='quote of the day'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-7218421292686074075</id><published>2007-02-21T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:59:53.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sneak a peak</title><content type='html'>so last week i got the flu, and while it was extremely inconvenient and uncomfortable, i was so lucky to have friends that pamper me, a weekend to recover and do nothing but watch movies and sleep, and a roommate that got sick with me (while i apologized to courtney, i was in much less misery having her home the entire time).&lt;br /&gt;part of the misery was the fact that i had lots of homework last week, which included a painful Accounting test. i was feverish and sweaty almost the entire hour that i had to sit in the room and peck away at my calculator, but i somehow pulled an A on the test! seriously unexpected! i was thrilled when i found out this morning, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;brief and random update, i know, but the real reason i wanted to blog was to tell all of you Utah friends to check out my friend Trevor's blog. he has some engagement pics of Tom and Shannon up. adorable if you ask me. sneak a little peak if you have a minute... http://treverhoehne.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-7218421292686074075?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/7218421292686074075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=7218421292686074075' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7218421292686074075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7218421292686074075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2007/02/sneak-peak.html' title='sneak a peak'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-4567394016871218050</id><published>2007-02-11T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:24:49.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annie Gabriel</title><content type='html'>im in the AG Library in an uncomfortable, wooden chair at a boxy, wooden desk. and i hate doing research.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-4567394016871218050?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/4567394016871218050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=4567394016871218050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/4567394016871218050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/4567394016871218050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2007/02/annie-gabriel.html' title='Annie Gabriel'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-4980841953553733292</id><published>2007-02-08T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:39:17.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rcv3TSs5-NI/AAAAAAAAABg/wGbKPjI-q_w/s1600-h/IMG_0415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rcv3TSs5-NI/AAAAAAAAABg/wGbKPjI-q_w/s320/IMG_0415.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029385319699052754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday nights i have to leave my apartment becasue FCA meets there, so this week i went to my friend Jeremy's. i had no desire to do homework so i decided to take pictures on his camera. Ryan and Jeremy were trying to assess their options for the photo shoot and i caught the moment. &lt;br /&gt;ironically, i ended up liking this picture alot. i understand that to the naked eye, it looks like they are a couple, but really they are just planning to flip off the camera in the next picture. and that is what they did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-4980841953553733292?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/4980841953553733292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=4980841953553733292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/4980841953553733292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/4980841953553733292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2007/02/photo-shoot.html' title='photo shoot'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/Rcv3TSs5-NI/AAAAAAAAABg/wGbKPjI-q_w/s72-c/IMG_0415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-5517502878488723921</id><published>2007-02-07T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:39:17.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the last 24 hours</title><content type='html'>last night i had my three hour class, which i loathe. but it got hour early (cause i booked it through the project), so i caught the end of the Phil Wickam &amp; Shane and Shane concert that was in the gym. AMAZING! i had goosebumps, wide-eyes, and the frequent need to take deep breaths of air. &lt;br /&gt;the concert was all part of Seek Week, which is a week where the school puts on lots of events and gets a special speaker in attempt to make the students active in their faith. i know, i sould like a cynic... eh, i am. however, the events and speaker are pretty outstanding this week, so this time im actually excited.&lt;br /&gt;and today, my friend erica was running at the same time as me, so we got to enjoy the beautiful morning weather while getting a little exercise. I got to wear a tee shirt and capris and was perfect, the chapel speaker was legit. to top things off, work went by really quickly (which is rare) and my roommate Courtney came to my office bearing coffee and candy. what more could you want from a Wednesday? &lt;br /&gt;well, i havent taken many pics lately, but this is one from when Courtney and I went to the Crystal Cathedral a could of weeks ago for church. beautiful church, great choir, and a sermon that is televised (to say the least). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RcqeA57CNbI/AAAAAAAAABU/Y_YGMq4vacE/s1600-h/IMGP6179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RcqeA57CNbI/AAAAAAAAABU/Y_YGMq4vacE/s320/IMGP6179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029005672298198450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-5517502878488723921?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/5517502878488723921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=5517502878488723921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/5517502878488723921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/5517502878488723921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-last-24-hours.html' title='in the last 24 hours'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RcqeA57CNbI/AAAAAAAAABU/Y_YGMq4vacE/s72-c/IMGP6179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-3129970906194802779</id><published>2007-01-31T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:02:58.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads Church</title><content type='html'>Saturday night i volunteered at a Chris Tomlin concert and was not originally thrilled about going. I was a bit tired and didnt really anticipate what would be going on. All i knew was that i would be pushing flyers and sign-up sheets down people's throats. &lt;br /&gt;Once I was there, though, I really loved being surrouned by people and blaring music. Chris Tomlin is pretty great, and Matt Redman played as well. On top of that, Louie Giglio gave a message that was really humbling. &lt;br /&gt;I was in a church in the dark and couldnt even hear myself singing. And i couldnt hear the person next to me, and I didnt know the person next to me. Sometimes I am so easily distracted by my surroundings or judgements. But it was really nice to see people, some older, some younger, that were genuinely excited about praising God. All-in-all, I got to see a fabulous concert at the cost being a pushy flyer girl for an hour or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-3129970906194802779?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/3129970906194802779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=3129970906194802779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/3129970906194802779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/3129970906194802779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2007/01/crossroads-church.html' title='Crossroads Church'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-7911673615529302443</id><published>2006-12-27T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T10:07:35.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hip hip</title><content type='html'>HORRAY!&lt;br /&gt;its snowing. im at Got Coffee right now sitting in a little corner with a mug and and my laptop. it will probably stop by the time i post this, but either way, the ground is white and i love it. &lt;br /&gt;and this means that the mountains are getting real snow. more snow. and that means i can go boarding tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that everyone had a wonderful Christmas. im missing lots of you but i am getting back into the "home" routine, and this time the routine does not include work, so i am starting to really enjoy the rest and relaxation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-7911673615529302443?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/7911673615529302443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=7911673615529302443' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7911673615529302443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/7911673615529302443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/12/hip-hip.html' title='hip hip'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-1990177546157478682</id><published>2006-12-23T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:39:19.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the grass is always greener</title><content type='html'>well ive been back in Utah for a full week now. i love being in my house that has been transformed by Christmas decor, sleeping on my fabulous matress, seeing friends and family and eating my mom's wonderful cooking. &lt;br /&gt;but during my time at home, ive had those occasional moments where i forget to focus on the christmas lights and familiar faces, and instead, am taken off guard by mr. irony.&lt;br /&gt;for example, i dont like that it does not snow in Riverside. however, the grass is not greener in Utah, instead it is whitish brown, as we have yet to wake up to blankets of snow covering our world. its too cold for all of the snow to melt completely away, too cold to snow more, and too cold for me to jog outside and not have a cough for the remainder of the day when finished. &lt;br /&gt;also, i hate getting up early and and going to work, especially when its cold and i am in Utah. i would rather put on sweats and drink tea or something. but i currently do not have a steady job, so instead i am doing little more than reading and cooking and eating. what a life huh? but no, i have never wanted to work more than right now. &lt;br /&gt;and i really had to laugh today when my mom threatened to hide my books if i did not get off the couch. most parents would love for their kids to read instead of watch t.v. or sleep the day away. who threatens to make their child stop reading, i asked? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, other than those momentary lapses, where i forget how lucky i am no matter if i am in Riverside with a job or in Utah with a book, i have really enjoyed the rest and time to enjoy the Christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;and at the request of my dear friend, amy, i will leave you with a picture. would you believe our luck that THE Cinderella was in California Adventure Land last thursday evening and there was hardly even a line to take a picture with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RY4iCfJy-XI/AAAAAAAAABI/bxFta6dBWTs/s1600-h/fall+07+cbu+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RY4iCfJy-XI/AAAAAAAAABI/bxFta6dBWTs/s320/fall+07+cbu+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011980861427612018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-1990177546157478682?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/1990177546157478682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=1990177546157478682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/1990177546157478682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/1990177546157478682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/12/grass-is-always-greener.html' title='the grass is always greener'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RY4iCfJy-XI/AAAAAAAAABI/bxFta6dBWTs/s72-c/fall+07+cbu+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-6394232949941250195</id><published>2006-12-10T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:39:19.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonka's Wonderland</title><content type='html'>While this semester has not been the worst in regards to finals, ive still spent alot of time with my couch and the books in the past couple of days. Luckily, i have gotten on top of my studying early, so hopefully this week will not be too horrible. Nonetheless, by this evening i was definately getting tired of studying.&lt;br /&gt;So in the spirit of Christmas, and of study breaks, lauren (tot), ryan, tim and i spent some quality time building a gingerbread house. Stater Bros had a kit! It came with the gingerbread, the frosting, the candy and directions. We put our teamwork and tender loving care into the project, and two hours later, we had this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RX0OWUEgQkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yvf4qba0HF8/s1600-h/IMGP6050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RX0OWUEgQkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yvf4qba0HF8/s320/IMGP6050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007174137213370946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RX0OukEgQlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZjOqlDTfrTA/s1600-h/IMGP6058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RX0OukEgQlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZjOqlDTfrTA/s320/IMGP6058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007174553825198674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horray for team specific :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RX0PPEEgQmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TbF2pLWjH_I/s1600-h/IMGP6034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RX0PPEEgQmI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TbF2pLWjH_I/s320/IMGP6034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007175112170947170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-6394232949941250195?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/6394232949941250195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=6394232949941250195' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/6394232949941250195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/6394232949941250195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonkas-wonderland.html' title='Wonka&apos;s Wonderland'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RX0OWUEgQkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yvf4qba0HF8/s72-c/IMGP6050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-656298838398993005</id><published>2006-12-04T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:39:19.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yule</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was yule, which like a highschool dance, but without the dancing. its a banquet... Every girl plans to get ready in time, but always runs a bit late. everyone takes too many pictures standing right next to their date, and at the end of the night you wonder why it took you so long to get ready and why you were in your dress and heels for such a short time. &lt;br /&gt;Luckily, it was kind of worth it this year because i didnt go all out and i actually had a really good time. I went with a friend named Aaron, and while we have hung out with a group of people many times, we have never hung out one-on-one really. This could have made for an extremely awkward situation or it could have made for a great time for conversation. Fear not, it was the latter of the two.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner at the disneyland hotel, we all went into the park for a ride on space mountain and the buzz lightyear ride. &lt;br /&gt;and christmas time at d-land is like double the magic!&lt;br /&gt;me and aaron enjoying desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RXUCfyIsxkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ShThOJ0shcM/s1600-h/IMGP5989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RXUCfyIsxkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ShThOJ0shcM/s320/IMGP5989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004909305949636162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my other half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RXUCziIsxlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4jHE-vKWVdo/s1600-h/IMGP5997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RXUCziIsxlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4jHE-vKWVdo/s320/IMGP5997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004909645252052562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-656298838398993005?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/656298838398993005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=656298838398993005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/656298838398993005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/656298838398993005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/12/yule.html' title='Yule'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z23ZcgZmaJQ/RXUCfyIsxkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ShThOJ0shcM/s72-c/IMGP5989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-116450684617014299</id><published>2006-11-25T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:08:08.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>half dome and hockey</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, i didnt go home for thanksgiving this year. &lt;br /&gt;Instead im in Visalia, CA with some friends from school. Courtney lives here, so four of us came to spend the break with her. Thanksgiving was wonderful since i got to sleep in, go for a run in weather that was not 90 degrees (which is what is has been in Riverside for the last week), eat lots of good food, watch some football, and go see a movie. &lt;br /&gt;But the best part was going to Yosemite on Friday. Barrett, Garrett, Brady, Courtney and I drove up there yesterday morning. None of us had ever been there, so we were all pretty excited. Its only two hours away, and the second hour was spent traveling through the mountains, so i was thrilled with the ride. The weather was chilly, but we got to walk around and see some huge trees, huge waterfalls, and huge rock formations. The scenery was breathtaking! i could go into detail, but ill just show you some of the pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and courtney hugging a giant tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7201/1495/1600/93541/Picture%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7201/1495/320/416048/Picture%20047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what we saw as soon as we got out of a tunnel... El Capitan is on the left and Half Dome is in the distance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7201/1495/1600/299992/Picture%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7201/1495/320/510235/Picture%20048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our day at Yosemite, we went to see the Fresno Falcons play hockey. It was also my first time going to a hockey game. Someone proposed to his girlfriend, two players got in a fist fight, and most importantly, the chicken was there! If you didnt know, the chicken was the mascott for San Diego, but he was so good that he started traveling. Anyway, we had a great time cheering with our jerseys on and with our obnoxious noise makers. Overall, it has been a very relaxing trip. Tomorrow we will drive back to the side by the river and prepare for our last three weeks... &lt;br /&gt;ps, going to the mountains made me even more excited to come back to utah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and court at the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7201/1495/1600/523298/Picture%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7201/1495/320/904532/Picture%20063.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-116450684617014299?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/116450684617014299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=116450684617014299' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116450684617014299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116450684617014299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/11/half-dome-and-hockey.html' title='half dome and hockey'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-116355272712871018</id><published>2006-11-14T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:05:27.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the illness</title><content type='html'>the stuffy nose, sore throat, achy body illness is going door to door, and i unfortunately answered. i knew i was going to get sick last week and i knew it was kind of unavoidable. so here i am, breathing out of my mouth and sneezing every half and hour or so. &lt;br /&gt;but, im taking vitamins, sudafed and airborne, so i should be back to normal shortly. and i thankfully only have one more week until the break, so im counting down the days....&lt;br /&gt;but i do want to let you all know, ill be in Central Cali for the holiday instead of home with everyone... im trying to not get bummed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-116355272712871018?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/116355272712871018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=116355272712871018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116355272712871018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116355272712871018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/11/illness.html' title='the illness'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-116288310194430740</id><published>2006-11-06T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:05:01.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaumont Weekend 2006</title><content type='html'>This weekend was the first time in weeks that hours passed, and i never felt the urge to look at a clock. I did not have anywhere to be, and i did not have tons of homework that had to be finished by monday morning. A bunch of friends and i went to Oak Glen in the mountains, played a little flag football, frisbee, and volleyball. We tasted apple cider and bought carameled apples, and pretty much just relaxed for two days straight. &lt;br /&gt;And now im back at school, doing accouting homework every time im not practicing football. I do have apple butter in the refrigerator though, so a snack break might be in order later this evening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-116288310194430740?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/116288310194430740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=116288310194430740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116288310194430740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116288310194430740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/11/beaumont-weekend-2006.html' title='Beaumont Weekend 2006'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-116259742714159057</id><published>2006-11-03T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T15:43:47.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>here's to you</title><content type='html'>i was catching up on the blogs today, and i read one of Claire's. she requested that people update, and she stressed that the blog did not have to be fancy but that people should at least post something informative. afterall, many of the people who read this do not live in the same state, so any information is good information. &lt;br /&gt;i think i tend to read other people's blogs instead of blogging myself because i feel like i &lt;br /&gt;a) need to be chronological, and catch people up before i fill them in on the present (but that takes effort, and there is the risk of boring my audience)&lt;br /&gt;b) need pictures, because i just love blogs with pictures&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;c) do not have anything that exciting to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here is what is new with me. i took a macroeconomics test about an hour ago, and an accounting test on wednesday. im not sure i did great on either one, since they both had lots of formulas, tables and word problems. however, im doing pretty well thus far in both classes, so i am over being stressed. &lt;br /&gt;last weekend my mom came to visit, which was amazing. she watched the Fortuna Bowl (flag football) on Friday. my team lost, which was a bummer, but my roomates were on the team that beat us, so i had to move on pretty quickly. since my mom was here she slept in my bed and i actually shared a bed with hillary, the quarterback for the Fortuna Champions. My mom and i did alot of shopping, eating and talking. lovely to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;im going to arizona next friday to play in a flag football tournament at ASU, so i have practice all the time, and im really really tired. &lt;br /&gt;and this evening, im going to Beaumont with a ton of friends from school. a couple of friends are from Beaumont, so we are going to stay at all of their houses and go to Oak Glen tomorrow to pick apples and play some ultimate frisbee. hopefully the leaves will still be on all the trees there, as that is the closest thing i will get to fall weather. &lt;br /&gt;and lastly, i completely agree with Claire, i dont like all of the reprocussions of day light savings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-116259742714159057?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/116259742714159057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=116259742714159057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116259742714159057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116259742714159057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/11/heres-to-you.html' title='here&apos;s to you'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-116120692361133334</id><published>2006-10-18T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T14:39:56.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bella</title><content type='html'>bella is my beautiful, baby-blue beach cruiser. normally, my pets or cars have masculine names, but my friend Drew said there is nothing "boy" about my bike. i never blogged about her cause i wanted to do her justice and post a picture the first time i introduced her. i would say she has been a friend now for nearly four weeks, since we go everywhere together and i tend to talk to her sometimes when we ride. since i have given up on my computer situation this will be a pictureless post... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has a white basket on the front, and if i keep stuff in the basket, and petal very carefully, i can even wear a skirt when i ride. now, you would think that having a bike would be super exciting for the first few days, and then it would lose its flare. however, that has not been the case... i still get excited in the morning when i turn the numbers to get her unlocked. my roomate hillary has a blue bike too (she was part of the inspiration to finally go through with the purchase) and we have a secret club. its secret because no one knows the name or the secret move. my favorite, though, is when i wear my hair down cause the wind blows through it. and more practically, she gets me places much more quickly than before, and i have even mastered riding in heels! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night she and i raced my friend ethan to the gym. he was on foot and i was riding. if you dont know about beach-cruisers, they do not have gears and your upper body is in a very upright, stable postition. also they dont squeeze through parked cars as well as people. therefore, racing is still a challenge for you if youre on the bike. yes, those were disclaimers, because i technically lost by three seconds. but i didnt really care because i felt so much like a little kid, speeding across the parking lots, past the palm trees and over the grass. those surreal moments where you forget that you have homework and a job and dishes are fantastic and necessary. if you havent had one of those moments for a while, i highly recommend making friends with a beach-cruiser...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-116120692361133334?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/116120692361133334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=116120692361133334' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116120692361133334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116120692361133334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/10/bella.html' title='bella'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-116067989639399412</id><published>2006-10-12T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T12:04:56.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cold showers</title><content type='html'>this morning i came back to my apt after my running/ jogging class. normally i have an 8 oclock methods of teaching sports class, but it was cancelled today! i got to come back, eat breakfast on the back portch and shower before my 9:30 class (if you are doing the math, yes, i run, go to a class where i play sports, and then i go to another class before i have showered or even stopped sweating, gross!)So I was doing the dishes after i ate and i kept waiting for the water to get hot, but cold water kept pouring out of the faucet. I stopped doing the dishes and walked into the bathroom to see if i would encounter the same problem there. of course, i did. &lt;br /&gt;now, i played football yesterday afternoon and i ran this morning, so skipping a shower would have been a poor choice. &lt;br /&gt;therefore, i started the shower again and got under the freezing cold water. now, i showered in cold water for three weeks in Africa, what was one more day, right? well my cold shower was a good reminder that my perspective has a great affect on my attitude and that i can take really fast showers if i need too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-116067989639399412?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/116067989639399412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=116067989639399412' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116067989639399412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116067989639399412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/10/cold-showers.html' title='cold showers'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-116028061616083589</id><published>2006-10-07T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:10:16.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rest</title><content type='html'>this week was crazy busy and i didnt get much sleep. two out of five nights were actually spent on the couch because i fell asleep studying. that means that two of those nights, i didnt brush my teeth or wear my retainer.&lt;br /&gt;but last night, i opted to not go to Disneyland or the beach, and instead, i went out for thai food with a friend and was in bed, retainer in place, by 11:45. it was beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning, well rested, and i went for a run before it got hot. then a friend and i drove to the beach, where we napped on the sand, and then we came home. and that is all i have done with my weekend. no laundry, no homework, just rest. its been lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-116028061616083589?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/116028061616083589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=116028061616083589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116028061616083589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116028061616083589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/10/rest.html' title='rest'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-116017411904708697</id><published>2006-10-06T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:35:19.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you should know...</title><content type='html'>you should know that i tried to blog last sunday, and i was so proud of it... but then the internet failed so i lost it all. &lt;br /&gt;the internet has been quite disappointing as of late. everytime i want to do anything on the internet, something happens. supposedly it will get "worked out" but i dont see anyone working. weve written our names on lists and talked to people about working on our apt, and still, nothing! so im sneeking blog time in at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today is similar to sunday in that it is quite cool outside. to a utahn, its perfect, and to a southern californian, its a bit chilly. but i love it. and i love that i heard the bagpipe boy playing today while i ate lunch. i heard him on sunday too, and he was out on the front lawn (which is my backyard) with his red hair and kilt. today he didnt sport the kilt, but he was just walking around playing. our lunch table got in a long conversation about how it is such an interesting instrument, how none of us are educated enough about the bagpipe and its sound to ever know if the kid is really all that good, and how he sometimes plays late at night with his trench coat on, making the mood really eerie. all in all, though, i like bagepipe boy and his bagpipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am off work, but i have taken a couple of pictures of the apt so i can give you all a tour when my normal internet works... claire always sparks those good blog topics/ ideas, so i always copy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-116017411904708697?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/116017411904708697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=116017411904708697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116017411904708697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/116017411904708697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-should-know.html' title='you should know...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-115878809875486884</id><published>2006-09-20T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:35:04.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring fever in september</title><content type='html'>many of the people im close to have it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-115878809875486884?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/115878809875486884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=115878809875486884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115878809875486884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115878809875486884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/09/spring-fever-in-september.html' title='spring fever in september'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-115835506344370280</id><published>2006-09-15T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T14:17:43.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>target</title><content type='html'>i like target, and i love supertarget. such stores are designed for a college student. they have a variety of cute yet practical items, and their prices are extremely affordable. i think i enjoy a purchase from target almost daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning i enjoyed the pillows that i got on sale for $7 a piece! i woke up to my cell phone buzzing under my pillow and my roommate looking out our window so that she could decide what to wear today. i snuggled under the warmth of my covers and rolled over onto the pillows that line the right side of my bed. i thought about how i should not have stayed up until 2:30 watching greys anatomy with my roomies, but i almost simultaneously thought about how i had probably never been more comfortable in my life. granted, i think that thought a couple of times a week, but the pillows and our central air conditioning never fail to be some of the most fabulous aspects of my days. and there is my proof that target is a source of bliss.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, brittany picked out a very classy pair of jeans, black heals and a long sleeve red shirt because its a bit overcast today. we both know it is too early to rain in riverside (hence the heals), but we were excited that the weather would be bearable and, dare i say, pleasant. i, on the other hand, chose a gray pullover sweater, capris and a pair of flip-slops. not quite as put-together as britt (which is never a shocker) but much more comfortable than the outfits that i have to wear for my tuesday/thursday job. hopefully i will get off work early today and will either visit the beach or Dland this weekend... ill probably go to target as well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-115835506344370280?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/115835506344370280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=115835506344370280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115835506344370280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115835506344370280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/09/target.html' title='target'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-115818488727414923</id><published>2006-09-13T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T15:01:27.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOCUS</title><content type='html'>if you didnt know, i am a FOCUS Leader. technically, it is a job, as i do get paid, but i am pretty sure i only get about ten cents an hour if you even everything out. In general, the Focus Leaders help run the student orientation for freshman and transfers (which happens a week before school starts) and we teach an orientation class once a week. Every leader has a partner, and the partners are in charge of a group of freshman. I am focus group V and my partner is Daniel. &lt;br /&gt;Being a good focus leader has more stipulations that one might assume... &lt;br /&gt;1. Be cheerful, especially when you are moving people into the 3rd floor of the dorms in 107 degree weather, when you are with them all day long for a week straight, or any other time you see them on campus.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be willing to start or invade conversations. &lt;br /&gt;3. Bake or buy treats so that your class will pay attention to you. &lt;br /&gt;4. Remember the names of all your focus students, their friends, roommates, crushes, boyfriends/ girlfriends, and ex-boyfriends/ girlfriends.  &lt;br /&gt;5. Visit your students in their rooms, eat lunch with them or invite them to your apt. so that you can get to know them better and hear all of the stories about their friends, roommates, crushes, boyfriends/ girlfriends, and ex-boyfriends/ girlfriends. &lt;br /&gt;6. Plan fun events that will entice every person in your group (note: events that are expensive or slightly dangerous seem to be most commonly suggested by the average student).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sarcastic does not always make you the best focus leader, but it is definately necessary sometimes during this process. Focus really has been such a great experience, though. I have been able to meet tons of new people and the position is a great ministry opportunity. However, the position is extremely time consuming, so please make me keep in touch with at least the blogging world during this semester. accountability is key.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-115818488727414923?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/115818488727414923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=115818488727414923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115818488727414923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115818488727414923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/09/focus.html' title='FOCUS'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-115813058287958359</id><published>2006-09-12T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:56:42.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drab...</title><content type='html'>i have started three entries, but have deleted every attemt to entertain or enlighten you... im boring. &lt;br /&gt;i have a 7 am running class on tuesdays and thursdays, i got a job in graduate admissions today, i spend 2 1/2 hours on accounting homework this afternoon, i did the dishes 1/2 hour ago, and the only thing i have left to look forward to is reading for macroeconomics. &lt;br /&gt;im starting to chuckle to myself because i sound so pathtic... i really am in a fine mood, and my day wasnt bad... im just rather annoyed that i have nothing of interest to write about. i think i am going to go read everyone else's blogs. maybe ill get ideas for an entry tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-115813058287958359?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/115813058287958359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=115813058287958359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115813058287958359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115813058287958359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/09/drab.html' title='drab...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-115756973057793554</id><published>2006-09-06T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:08:50.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first day...</title><content type='html'>im back in cali, as you all know, it is blazing hot ,and today is the first day of school. i will update you all on what has been going on, but during these few minutes that i have between classes, i would like to express my gratitude for the new sushi bar in our caf. i know it sounds sketch, but our caf is actually really really good, and you watch them make the california rolls...its all fresh!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will get better at using chopsticks ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-115756973057793554?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/115756973057793554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=115756973057793554' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115756973057793554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115756973057793554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-day.html' title='the first day...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-115361955006105919</id><published>2006-07-22T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T18:59:33.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deer heads and chocolate fountains</title><content type='html'>i love summer.&lt;br /&gt;i love having time to spend with friends instead of with mr library, and i love warm nights and ice cream and being busy becuase of fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend i went to Bear Lake and went boating with some friends. we did a little wake-boarding, listened to some music and just relaxed on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;pic: sarah grosgebauer and me taking a break after being in the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/07.21.06%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/07.21.06%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday i went to lunch with the gerstheimers and ahrenstorffs, and then to Weber State to save a spot for that evening's event... Pioneer Day Fireworks! its a pretty big deal here, as the 24th of July is the day that the Mormons found utah (or something of the sort). well im not too concerned with the history, i just think its hilarious that the fireworks are better than on the 4th and people seriously plan for this holiday. but dont think im poking fun, i love it too. now i dont set out blankets the night before, that is for the truly committed, but i definately set one out early, bake cupcakes, and arrive at least three hours before the show starts. this year we were able to watch the firework display on Claire's lovely blanket. i should have gotten a close up shot so that you could fully appreciate the moose/ deer heads that are all over the thing.&lt;br /&gt;pic: whitney, claire, and kelly, looking excited about the deer and fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/07.21.06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/07.21.06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this week was full of wedding fun. one of my best friends, naomi, got married yesterday, at the top of Snowbasin. bachelorette party, rehersal dinner, and a full day of prom hair and pictures (and a chocolate fountain, horray!)  it was pretty amazing if i do say so myself. she looked beautiful, i didnt trip in my heels, i didnt get stung by the bees that were swarming those of us holding boquets of real flowers, and the groomsmen werent so bad either ;)&lt;br /&gt;pic: sarah, me, liz and emily right before the ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/07.21.06%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/07.21.06%20011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill post more pics when i get them, but im pretty impressed with the variety of visual aids in this post if i do say so myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-115361955006105919?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/115361955006105919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=115361955006105919' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115361955006105919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115361955006105919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/07/deer-heads-and-chocolate-fountains.html' title='deer heads and chocolate fountains'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-115248803206395970</id><published>2006-07-09T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T16:33:52.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping spree</title><content type='html'>my mom, sister, and i ran some errands today, and sarah and i found these sweet visors. &lt;br /&gt;it was extremely warm and sunny today, so we thought it would be a practical buy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/07.08.06%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/07.08.06%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, when got back to our air conditioned home and looked in the mirror, we were just as shocked as you are that we paid money for those things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-115248803206395970?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/115248803206395970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=115248803206395970' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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boring. i go to bed early, i go to work, and then i take a nap. even pictures couldnt make that exciting. &lt;br /&gt;but i am going to try to take pictures of the slightly entertaining things that i am doing with my summer, after all, i am a visual learner. for now, though, ill just keep explaining events...&lt;br /&gt;for example, today i learned about the air conditioner. a lady i worked with told me that she would be a little weirded out by my job because she doesnt understand the parts, and i have to do alot of communication with the techs and our "parts" guy regarding the pieces of an a/c. really though, i am full of B.S. i know tons of parts that your cooling and heating units need, and i know the basic issues and warning signs for problems, but... i get the condensor and the compressor mixed up all the time, i just found out a week ago that orfices are small screw looking things (which i for some reason pictured them to be larger circular structures), and the only reason i can explain things to customers is because i listen to what the techs say and i just parrot their responses. like i said, visual learner. so today Rich and Mark showed me a couple of air conditioners, a furnace and their parts so that i knew what everything looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, on a completely different subject, i played speed scrabble on the 4th because it was stormy, and i had so much fun. it is much more riviting and fast paced that the normal game of scrabble. maybe im a dork, but i stayed entertained for hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im in a wedding in two weeks. i have to wear brown, strappy, kitten heeled footwear. i dont have feet that fit comfortably in such shoes, so to try and ease possible pain on the big day, i am wearing the shoes during my free time so that they will stretch out and mold to my feet. this is one thing i will never take a picture of because i look like a lunatic walking around in the kitchen wearing sweats or jeans or soccer shorts and my pretty brown heels. but i heard that if you shower in your heels, it can really help break them in and make them more comfortable... who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-115233388461626792?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/115233388461626792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=115233388461626792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115233388461626792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115233388461626792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/07/prep-for-big-day.html' title='prep for the big day'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-115182150303839233</id><published>2006-07-01T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:25:31.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its a he</title><content type='html'>i clocked over 50 hours this week. &lt;br /&gt;i have taken evening naps two days in a row and still been able to fall alseep later without any hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;i dont have to work tuesday (fingers crossed).&lt;br /&gt;congratulations to kimmy, whose boyfriend flew to California from Turkey to propose to her... i believe the correct term is "romantic."&lt;br /&gt;and, we have a new addition to our family... a toyota camry... HE has a sun roof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-115182150303839233?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/115182150303839233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=115182150303839233' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115182150303839233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115182150303839233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-he.html' title='its a he'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-115138297330701055</id><published>2006-06-26T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:35:37.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok thank you</title><content type='html'>i know i know, ive been embarrassingly pathetic about blogging, but i have been repremanded a couple of times, so i figured i would update.&lt;br /&gt;well as you know, in the last month i have been in Africa, California, Colorado and Utah. &lt;br /&gt;it would take too long to sum up what all has happened, so i think ill just let you in on the current.&lt;br /&gt;as you may know, i work at a heating and air conditioning company as a dispatcher. it sounds super serious, as if i am dispatching coppers that are saving peoples lives or something, but its not that eternally influential. however, as angry as some customers get when you dont meet their agenda, price range, and schedule, you would think that keeping their house at a comfortable 76 degrees is a life or death matter.&lt;br /&gt;and though on occasion, i do get told where to go when i die, i also get to deal with alot of really nice people. i work with jeremy bair's sister (i know, small world), some hilarious technicians, and some customers that are quite polite and/ or comical.&lt;br /&gt;my personal favorites are the old ones. every couple of days i get to talk to older gentlemen that call me "missy" or "sweetie" and tell me how nice i am and what a great job i am doing (hey we all need a little affirmation sometimes). and then i get to talk to the ones that are utterly deaf. i can tell when they switch the phone to the other ear thinking that they will be able to hear out of that one better. but they dont. they ask me to repeat things a million times, and when they get tired of that, they just say "ok thank you" over and over and try to hang up. i end up having to basically yell while everyone in the office gets a kick out of my inability to communicate the fact that i will have a technician to the customer's house between 1 and 3 pm! &lt;br /&gt;im sure this is not very funny to you, but if you could see/ hear me, im sure you would laugh; everyone else does. and if you were the only one in the office with three people on hold at 7:30 am, you would be writing about the fact that conversations with the elderly are the highlights of your day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-115138297330701055?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/115138297330701055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=115138297330701055' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115138297330701055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/115138297330701055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok-thank-you.html' title='ok thank you'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114973791758310534</id><published>2006-06-07T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:38:37.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im it</title><content type='html'>o i think i got tagged a while back (or i just read about other people getting tagged and now i am crashing the game) but here are some random facts, not in great detail, but important nonetheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when i get in bed at night, i start out laying on my left side. then when i flip over to my right side, i know sleep is in the near future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i really hate using body wash. i only feel clean if i use actual soap. im pretty sure most body washes say nothing about killing germs, so i just feel more safe using soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ummm im bad at the game of tag... im more of a hide-and-seek girl (which explains why most of my random facts are lame).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i dont like cats. i really dont like their hair that gets all over, or their creepy eyes or the way they smell. i usually just appease people because telling someone you dont like their cat is like telling them you think they have an ugly child. just know that i will never own a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i hate using a nail file. i get the chills when i use one, and i dont like the white dust from my nails. therefore, i just would rather have uneven, unattractive nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i think tomatoes are disgusting, but i will eat ketchup, salsa, spaghetti sauce etc. i just think that regular plain tomatoes (texture, taste and smell) are repulsive. but i do like a nice banana :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114973791758310534?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114973791758310534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114973791758310534' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114973791758310534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114973791758310534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-it.html' title='im it'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114973515287584022</id><published>2006-06-07T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:52:32.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the real world</title><content type='html'>im not completely back in the real world yet. i am still not sleeping in a bed that is mine, i have been living out of a suitcase for over a month, i am not working and getting paid, and in the real world, i am a faithful blogger. i mean, i dont always blog or even comment, but i do read blogs regularly... daily. and i am so out of the loop. not only have i not seen peoples faces, but i also dont know what is going on in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;ill be home (the utah one) on Monday. so can i please see my favorite bloggers asap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114973515287584022?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114973515287584022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114973515287584022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114973515287584022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114973515287584022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/06/real-world.html' title='the real world'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114901308000233253</id><published>2006-05-30T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:18:00.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reverse culture shock</title><content type='html'>so i didnt really get that o my heavens i cant handle africa and the people and the food and the bugs and i need to go home right now feeling ( i had a second of, my focus is not here, but definately no tears and panic breathing).&lt;br /&gt;coming back though is more when i got the "culture shock." it was not too dramatic, but i landed and was not excited to be back in America, much less the fast paced, traffic filled (and dare i say less attractive) state we call California. thank goodness for my ipod, cause i was able to listen to some favorites while driving back to school. o i missed my ipod! i love music. &lt;br /&gt;k that was random, but i am doing much better today. i love erika and have adjusted to having fast, easily accessible internet, a hot shower, a sink to brush my teeth with, an abundance of cold drinking water and erikas fabulous bed that does not creek! &lt;br /&gt;so just give me some time to get caught up on the blogs and phone calls (cause i am still in the k lets relax for a second mode). i love you all and cant wait to see/ talk to you!&lt;br /&gt;o big blessing, did really sleep at all on the way back, so i dont have jet lag. i did have really swollen feet and ankles though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114901308000233253?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114901308000233253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114901308000233253' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114901308000233253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114901308000233253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/05/reverse-culture-shock.html' title='reverse culture shock'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114848973059718526</id><published>2006-05-24T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T09:55:30.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"the sun keeps looking at me" -- Pacs</title><content type='html'>Thank you for the comments. i got a little teary, but it was definately a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, praise, im feeling alot better. still a bit stuffy in the mornings, but my head doesnt hurt anymore and i have more energy. i think that not feeling well was a big factor in the longing for home (or at least a nice shower and bed). i spent some good time with God saturday and sunday, and of course, in his faithfulness, he has helped me be completely in Rwanda. it is seriously so beautiful here, and those of you who know me (especially the me in Utah), know i love nature and gods creation. well he is so evident and glorified in his creation here! today Christie and i were taking a break standing outside in the sun, eating the figs we had picked, looking at the banana trees and clouds, and i only wanted to be here, in Africa. that is the quickest example i have of being content, but the last few days have been particularly enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are doing different stuff at the house now, such as painting and painting. its really nice to have a change though. the paint splatters all over us, so now we get even ,ore stares when we walk to lunch or back home. the kids are always facinated with our white skin, and they realized a week ago that the white could not be rubbed off, but we have gone back to being petted, as they all try to rub off the paint. im going to miss the kids... Our relationships witht the workers are growing each day as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure i mentioned this, but it is not really that hot here ( i mean its hot, but not unbearable) but i am developing a nice farmers tan. i also might have forgoten to say that they are really modest here, so we definately are not wearing tank tops. the other day though, Christie (aka Pacs) and i were getting hot while painting and she just stopped and exclaimed in annoyance that the sun kept looking at her. i thought it was really funny, and it could have just been the paint fumes, but i was amused. and laughter like that is very important when you are in a foreign country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the randomness, i have so much that i want to tell you but so much needs  more background info and more internet time. i do want you to know how muchs it means to hear that you are praying for us. i have been learning alot about prayer. and even though i know that we pray for one another all the time, it is particularly co,forting when you are half a world away from the world you love. &lt;br /&gt;prayer requests:&lt;br /&gt;no one else gets sick (a few people have had stomach aches and Christie did actually throw up a couple of times this past weekend... shes feeling better though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of energy so that we can get alot of work done in the next two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o my heavens, two days (one more cold shower) and we are going back to kigali... so weird... it will be alot more difficult than the cold shower. pray for our hearts then i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just travel safety in general...we fly back sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114848973059718526?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114848973059718526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114848973059718526' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114848973059718526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114848973059718526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/05/sun-keeps-looking-at-me-pacs.html' title='&quot;the sun keeps looking at me&quot; -- Pacs'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114822330187453115</id><published>2006-05-21T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T07:55:01.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"the point"</title><content type='html'>its been a week since i last posted but the time kind of seems to run together. That is partly because we do (and eat) pretty much the same things every day and because of the way life is here. people have said that "Americans have watches but Africans have time." People arent as rushed here; they are not as bound by strict time limits or schedules ( examples: church is 4 hours long and dinner is served when the people here finish preparing it). But the week has been good.&lt;br /&gt;We went to a Pentecostql church last sunday and today. Ill have to devote a post to that later, but you might like to know that the 3 inch wide piece of wood that we sat on today was less slanted than  last weeks; therefore it was slightly more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;As for the week, we continued to work at the house, doing lots of digging, cleaning, hoeing, and planting. on tuesday we basically finished the transformation of a vertical dirt wall into a set of stairs. it was really exciting to see all of us, white, black, child, teen and adult, walk up and down the steps a few times to break them in.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday, we got to go to the opening of an art museum and to see the Kings Palace.We were really blessed to see a "ballet" which was basically traditional African dancing (soooo cool!), art, the palace (which is a neat grass hut), get food (including goat)... all for free!&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the trip, thus far, has been very amazing and rewarding, but there were also times this week where i kind of flirted with "the point." Its thqt place where my attention is not completely focused on the moment, on the task for the day. See, im not fully over my cold, sleep is usually interrupted by weird dreams or a creeky, uncomfortable bed, we take very cold showers, and my food usually tastes best when all mixed together. K, i sound really negative, but lets be honest, there are moments where those facts invade my thoughts. Thankfully, God, my team, and Rwanda are fabulous. So even though I have been at the point once or twice, I am still in Africa. I have no desire to fly home tomorrow, and I am learning and loving differently every day.&lt;br /&gt;I do, hwever, want to tell Jenni and Robin that they are wonderful, i miss them, and I will be praying for them while they are in Turkey. I would like to tell anyone who will see me with in about two weeks of my return to the US that i have no great desire to eat spaghetti, white rice, plain potatoes, or cooked bananas.  I will welcome a fresh salad, cereal, and ice cream, though.&lt;br /&gt;keep leaving comments (cause they make me really excited, and Christie is beating me), check out her site (shes a good writer and has the school s link to the ISP update page), and if you think about it ever, call my phone and leave me a message ( i would love to hear your voices and blessings when i get back).&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your prayers... I am so blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114822330187453115?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114822330187453115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114822330187453115' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114822330187453115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114822330187453115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/05/point.html' title='&quot;the point&quot;'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114762401192425128</id><published>2006-05-14T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T09:26:51.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>communication</title><content type='html'>the email thing is very flakey, so im just going to use this to say, Happy Mothers Day mom! just know that i love you and i think about you when i look at the beautiful flowers and greenery here... you would love it. i hope you have a wonderful day. you are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually the communication thing in general is tricky. most of you know that im attatched to my phone and i love to blog. it has been weird to not be able to talk to people or even text them little inside jokes or let them know what im thinking or feeling. i cant call people and my team is teasing ,e because i write down everything (including planned blog titles) so that i dont forget. warning: i will blog about this like crazy when i have fast internet and a normal keyboard. on top of being slightly out of touch i also dont know either of the two main languages here... o by the way... but im learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, ill fill you in a bit on the daily routine here in Gitarama. we are staying at a shelter: hostile type place. we walk to work and  everyone stares at us. we are building a house and it wILL be used as a shelter/ training center for Muslim converts. we mix cement, carry buckets of water and have cleared ground for a garden. all of those are alot of hard work and we are feeling it. i love our assignment though. a bunch of children watch us work and play with us during breaks. they love to just touch our skin, hair and my nose ring. they are soooo beautiful. we have been trying to teach each other our languages, which has been very fun ahd helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterdqy it poured rain on the way home but i think the people that stare at us everyday when we walk to the restaurant for meals and then to work got a bit of respect for us as they watched us walk home soaking wet (normally people come outside to see us and we hear them blatantly just call us white people, and though its a different language, we were smart enough to figure that one out). its just a cultural thing though because they are very friendly and nice for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging is hard because i have so ,uch to tell you. ill just give you a short list of some of the thoughts ive had while being here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i at least knew French&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could adopt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i never had to use the restroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i didnt constantly smell of a mixture of purell and deet (occasionally i mx it up with some sweat though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish all the images that are being stored in my had could be transmitted to film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you were here so you wouldnt have to see film to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could carry massive baskets on ,y head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish there were more old people here... i wish there was no genocide... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was not out of internet time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thanks for reading and praying. check out my friend and teammates blog at &lt;br /&gt;www.christieinrwanda@blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114762401192425128?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114762401192425128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114762401192425128' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114762401192425128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114762401192425128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/05/communication.html' title='communication'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114736063007349105</id><published>2006-05-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T08:17:11.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dinosaurs</title><content type='html'>you know when people type but dont know where all the letters are, so they finger peck... yeah the keyboards are different here so i look like a raptor when i type. youll have to forgive me for the typos because i am staring at the keyboard and trying to not run out of time. &lt;br /&gt;i have so ,uch to tell you and not nearly enough time (or patience for this process, which is extremely ironic considering the people and culture are very laid back).&lt;br /&gt;it took us two days to get here with the layovers. i hardly slept, which actually helped me adjust to the time difference (which is nine hours ahead of cali, eight for utah). we stayed in kigali, the capital, for two days with everyone (thats about fifty five white people...) now its just me and my team in gitaramq. &lt;br /&gt;ill post ,ore later, but for now just know that it is a beautiful country with beautiful people. &lt;br /&gt;i would email if i could but its not working, so until then... i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114736063007349105?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114736063007349105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114736063007349105' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114736063007349105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114736063007349105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/05/dinosaurs.html' title='dinosaurs'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114702318162683408</id><published>2006-05-07T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T10:33:01.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa</title><content type='html'>so i leave today for Africa. it sounds so weird. &lt;br /&gt;ill try to blog while im there, so check it every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;pray for us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114702318162683408?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114702318162683408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114702318162683408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114702318162683408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114702318162683408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/05/africa.html' title='Africa'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114682621575719826</id><published>2006-05-05T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T03:50:15.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sit on it</title><content type='html'>i might have to do a little "forcing" if i want the suitcase to close, because though im trying to condense and bring only necessities, its not too much space ( i just took a trial run).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5235.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114682621575719826?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114682621575719826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114682621575719826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114682621575719826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114682621575719826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/05/sit-on-it.html' title='sit on it'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114682275416202185</id><published>2006-05-05T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T02:52:34.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one at a time</title><content type='html'>at summer camp, everyone leaves at basically the same time on the same day. tears flow, addresses are exchanged and then you go back to the same life you were living the previous week. &lt;br /&gt;college is nothing like that. we are a bit more mature about the moving on process, but its hard to be really upset when you have to just hug one person goodbye, and then in a few hours do the same for another, and then in a few days, still be in the process of saying goodbye to people. its not very real at all to me. not until i sit in my room with all the white walls and boxes and think about what that hug and goodbye just meant. its a bit more emotional then...&lt;br /&gt;i think its tricky too becuase im not going to my other place of familiarity (the place that i havent seen for 4 months that is). instead i will put stuff in the mail, put stuff in storage, and take my backpack and small, carry-on size suitecase that hold my life for the next 3 weeks to the front of campus on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just said goodnight to the boys that live across the street the same way that we do everytime we hang out in the lobby until 2 am. i just wont do it again for 4 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i sound completely depressed, i am quite the contrary (but i was a bit 24 hours ago...). i am so excited that finals are over and that i was able to actually sleep for more than 2 hours last night. yes, due to my procrastination and desire to see people before they left, i pulled an all-nighter... even after the 7/11 night. i got an A on the project though. 10 (not consecutive, not between the hours of 9am-1am) hours of sleep in 3 days ladies and gentlemen. i think i am close to having everything packed, and i am going to spend time with 3 of my favorite people tomorrow, so im looking forward to that as well. &lt;br /&gt;sooooo... 2 more days, and then im going to peace out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114682275416202185?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114682275416202185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114682275416202185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114682275416202185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114682275416202185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-at-time.html' title='one at a time'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114657112445407273</id><published>2006-05-02T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T04:58:44.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one starbucks and one 7/11 trip later...</title><content type='html'>im going to bed now... &lt;br /&gt;alarm set to go off at 7:45... i can hardly wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114657112445407273?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114657112445407273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114657112445407273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114657112445407273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114657112445407273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-starbucks-and-one-711-trip-later.html' title='one starbucks and one 7/11 trip later...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114646743802412671</id><published>2006-05-01T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:13:07.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its like a new world</title><content type='html'>thats what you will see if you clean your glasses with the super sweet "complimentary" cleaner and cloth that are provided when you purchase the eyewear. i tried it tonight for the second time since having these glasses (ive had them for a while). &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;can you tell im avoiding the paper?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114646743802412671?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114646743802412671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114646743802412671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114646743802412671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114646743802412671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-like-new-world.html' title='its like a new world'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114643444169645408</id><published>2006-04-30T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:05:43.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last sunday brunch</title><content type='html'>after church we sat at brunch on the patio, enjoying the pineapple and talking about the repercussions of legalizing drugs, which, according to word on the street, such a thing has been done by our neighbors, the Mexicans (o dont worry, though cocaine and heroine are now legal for personal use, only in small quantities...). on a lighter note, we just have to finish a few finals, pack up and go to the beach one last time before we all go our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;a week from right now i will be on a flight to London, England, where i will spend 8 hours in the airport before getting on my second flight to Nairobi, Kenya, where i will sit for another ungodly amount of time before flying to Kigali, Rwanda. probably wont be eating pinapple next sunday, just a guess though.&lt;br /&gt;sadly that is sounding quite nice compared to writing a paper, finishing my travel poster, studying for American Government final, and finishing the last project for microeconomics. luckily, i have started all of those things... well all except for that packing thing that i mentioned before... but our Focus team is going on a hike this evening, so i only have to be dilligent for a few hours now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114643444169645408?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114643444169645408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114643444169645408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114643444169645408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114643444169645408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-sunday-brunch.html' title='last sunday brunch'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114642906964228111</id><published>2006-04-30T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T13:31:09.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>horses and pigs</title><content type='html'>friday night a few of us went on the courts to play a little b-ball. tot and i knew that it would be embarrassing, but we decided to give it a shot... k that was unnecessary, but anyway, we wanted to keep it simple and fair, so we just stuck with some friendly games of horse or pig. they were usually made plural so that we can prolong our attempts to improve our game.&lt;br /&gt;i went back out last night to play again, which is the reason im posting for the world to see, because i made a shot while sitting on the ground and i made a three pointer, even though the guys had no confidence that i could do such things. im pretty sure that i also made a free throw, but everyone behind me (all male) did not make the same shot. for those of you who are not quite as experienced as i now am, that means that i helped someone get a letter, which is bad for them. so if any of you folks in utah are up for the challenge, i would be very willing to shot around this summer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114642906964228111?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114642906964228111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114642906964228111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114642906964228111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114642906964228111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/horses-and-pigs.html' title='horses and pigs'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114624680119328042</id><published>2006-04-28T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T10:53:21.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im over it...</title><content type='html'>the brilliant words of tot. wish i could say that honestly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114624680119328042?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114624680119328042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114624680119328042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114624680119328042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114624680119328042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-over-it.html' title='im over it...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114611596696364146</id><published>2006-04-26T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:33:37.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>i had so much running through my head today. &lt;br /&gt;i am not sure how many hours of sleep i got, because i looked at the clock at 3, the lights were still on and so was my computer. i woke up to kinsley turning off the lamp at 6:30 am, and me rolling over on the couch wanting so badly to sleep for 5 more hours.&lt;br /&gt;blessing: she and i went to breakfast, and i like her &lt;br /&gt;i sat in the doctors office for 2 freakin hours waiting to get polio. 2 hours for them to throw off my breathing, stick a needle in my arm and decorate it with a hello kitty band-aid! it didnt even take 2 hours for my body to start to ache (which it still is achy in case you were wondering).&lt;br /&gt;blessing: the very gracious and patient hilary went with me, and we bonded over our love for Alias, sarcasm and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;tonight was my last Rwanda meeting, and i am so not ready...&lt;br /&gt;blessing: tonight was my last Rwanda meeting&lt;br /&gt;i have alot of homework that i need to be working on so that i dont have suicidal thoughts next week.&lt;br /&gt;blessing: its not next week yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire had a post about this dance that she recommends... im not going to dance because my body hurts, but i have these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/DSCN0467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/DSCN0467.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/DSCN0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/DSCN0468.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend, after our mens volleyball team won nationals, we all went to apt 9 and had dessert. one thing lead to another, and before the end of the night, Jared was chasing me with a handful of chocolate cake. its all over my face (and kinsleys). one of those, wow im a dork and i need to not take myself and my schedule so seriously kind of reminders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114611596696364146?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114611596696364146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114611596696364146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114611596696364146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114611596696364146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114583521431897890</id><published>2006-04-23T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:06:50.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we miss you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/DSCN0466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/DSCN0466.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah you know who you are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114583521431897890?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114583521431897890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114583521431897890' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114583521431897890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114583521431897890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-miss-you.html' title='we miss you!'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114555434312418599</id><published>2006-04-20T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T09:43:39.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fam</title><content type='html'>this is very tardy. i started it but never finished because my life started back up...&lt;br /&gt;Well for the last part of spring break some of the family came down to visit, more specifically, my mom and sarah. when they got here friday it was rainy and cold, but we made due. Saturday we decided to shop, since it probably would not have been the greatest beach day. though shopping was very tiring, it was extremely rewarding, as we went to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner... yummmmm!&lt;br /&gt;For easter we were pagans and went to Disneyland. the weather cleared up and we pretty much had a wonderful day. I was a bit worn out at the end because i am  not used to going in the morning and staying till late at night. i like to refer to those days as "death by Disneyland." we did get to ride all of the fun rides, including space mountain twice (thank you fast-pass) and splash mountain etc. we also saw a load of disney characters, my personal favorite being belle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didnt actually buy these glasses, but we thought they were pretty sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the madre at the top of tarzans jungle house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5140.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on monday we took the long anticipated trip to the beach. it was a bit breezy, but clear skies, and heck, we got to spend the day at the beach; plus we had fish tacos, yummm! and the way to end any beach trip was with dinner at BJs. its go great pizza and pazookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5152.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114555434312418599?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114555434312418599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114555434312418599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114555434312418599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114555434312418599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/fam.html' title='The Fam'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114507751033282191</id><published>2006-04-14T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:52:25.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>budget meals</title><content type='html'>while some of the meals during spring break have been quite nice, others have been a bit on the creative/ cheap side. dining experiences to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;wednesday night tot and i made a trip to bakers for some budget meal quesadillas... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5120.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got back, we decided to add a little tuna salad to the mix, for protein of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then thursday, tot and i went to the beach cause we couldnt waste such beautiful weather by just sitting and doing homework, but this made me very hungry, of course, so andy and i made potatoes and chili. he made chicken. i made a salad. but he insisted on eating a carrot to get his fill of veggies... the grape juice in skeleton heads is a nice touch if you ask me. we thought it was appetizing. (really they were some of the only clean cups, clean being very relative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5128.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114507751033282191?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114507751033282191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114507751033282191' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114507751033282191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114507751033282191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/budget-meals.html' title='budget meals'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114479639414273699</id><published>2006-04-11T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:01:31.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Girls</title><content type='html'>The Very Best of The Beach Boys tunes are currently filling the room, window very illegally open, and sun shine finally coming in. &lt;br /&gt;my dad gave me this cd the day before i moved out here, sweet huh? "sounds of summer" is on the cover. well its almost here right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/Grad%26Last%20Day%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/Grad%26Last%20Day%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114479639414273699?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114479639414273699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114479639414273699' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114479639414273699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114479639414273699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/california-girls.html' title='California Girls'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114479412020602153</id><published>2006-04-11T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:23:23.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goliath</title><content type='html'>that was the last roller coaster we went on at six flags due to the rain. it had sprinkled on and off during the day, but the boys were positive that it would hold out for us. we should have known not to trust their judgement considering the movie they had picked the night before, but its all in the past... despite the rain, we had alot of fun. picked up a little in-n-out before heading into the park, and then we went on as many rides as we could. a friend, fox, works there, so he took us on a few short cuts and even got us on a ride without having to wait in line. ironically, that was the ride that had throw-up all over the steps that we walked up to cut in line. luckily, none of us were that unfortunate during the day, and our worst ailments were a few butterflys in the stomach. &lt;br /&gt;though six flags is no disneyland, the roller coasters are a good time. we tried to ride "X" but by then the rain was running off of our faces and the boys (who didnt bring jackets or sweatshirts, like i said, its a judgement thing) were very very cold. the rain actually hurt when we were on goliath cause it felt like little rocks hitting our faces. they were pretty good sports though and let me snap a picture before leaving. &lt;br /&gt;garrett, tot, brady, and barrett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5112.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the ride home we played the Q&amp;A game and brady gave us some dancing tips. then tot and i showered before dinner in her room and a nap in her bed. i love this break thing, but i do need to start homework sometime soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114479412020602153?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114479412020602153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114479412020602153' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114479412020602153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114479412020602153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/goliath.html' title='goliath'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114464353098815765</id><published>2006-04-09T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:32:10.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit tight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i dont get to fly home for spring break i decided to take a little ride in the albertsons chopper. tight squeeze to say the least!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114464353098815765?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114464353098815765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114464353098815765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114464353098815765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114464353098815765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/bit-tight.html' title='a bit tight'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114463545057133350</id><published>2006-04-09T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:16:21.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"i think i might pee my pants!"</title><content type='html'>thats pretty much how excited i was before leaving for Disneyland on friday. some people think that the season pass takes the magic out of disneyland, which might be true in some aspects, but i might argue that it adds a bit to the experience. when you have a season pass, you can go after dinner, walk through the tortilla making factory at California Adventure with your friends, go on tower of terror, which i highly recommend, buy a carameled apple and watch the fireworks while singing along to the songs. then you can ride the jungle tour ride and go home cause you are sleepy, just for example. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robin and i had a wonderful time eating an apple pie carameled apple (caramel, white chocolate, cinnamin sugar and gram) and riding the jungle safari ride together. as you can see from the pics, big mouth to laugh with, big eyes to do the "look back" with, and a bootie that she knows how to use pretty well also... i pretty much like her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5094.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after d-land we went to Kinsley's dad house, which is about five minutes from the beach... fabulous. it was so nice to sleep in, and just sit on the couch watching a Harry Potter which drinking fresh fruit smoothies that her dad made for us. basically it was good food, good people, and good scenery, which adds up to a wonderful weekend. now im in the dorms, which are pretty much empty, and im blasting gavin degraw...&lt;br /&gt;ill leave you with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5099.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5099.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5098.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5098.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114463545057133350?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114463545057133350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114463545057133350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114463545057133350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114463545057133350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think-i-might-pee-my-pants.html' title='&quot;i think i might pee my pants!&quot;'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114445239802114607</id><published>2006-04-07T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T16:26:38.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>that is all i want to do right now. absolutely nothing. &lt;br /&gt;that is not exactly going to happen, but for good reason. soon ill be on my way to the fabulous Disneyland with some of the girls, and afterwards we are going to spend the weekend in Huntington Beach at Kinsley's dads house. this should sound pretty amazing, and it is, but it will be even more amazing because of how unamazing the week has been. &lt;br /&gt;okay, it wasnt quite that horrible, but it was pretty crazy. i had ISP stuff, Focus, stressful housing decisions, presentations, papers, tests, and not nearly enough sleep. normally, i work pretty okay without much sleep, but i didnt exercise everyday, and i had alot on my mind, so i had a really rough time not wanting to crawl in a hole when i watched 3 o'clock roll around every morning. &lt;br /&gt;but last night i was able to go to an intermural basketball game for a while and hang out with people, and then i was kidnapped and taken to get Boba ( its a drink with these balls of boba in the bottom, very interesting and hard to describe, but very tasty). though i didnt study very much for my last test that i had this morning, it was a nice way to start winding down the week. now its spring break, i know our school is lame and its ridiculously late, but ill take what i can get. and right now i get to go see mickey, and tomorrow i plan on spending much of the day on the beach or on a couch watching a movie... im not going to be too picky.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully your fridays are going beautifully as well... Spring Break here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114445239802114607?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114445239802114607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114445239802114607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114445239802114607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114445239802114607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114429817796539217</id><published>2006-04-05T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:36:18.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shocker</title><content type='html'>i am posting this blog at 9:24 pm on wednesday evening (the time on my blog thing is kind of off), which means that i am back in my room and have stopped to talk to the people that i pass on the way to my room, which is at the very end of the hall. &lt;br /&gt;this is completely abnormal, first of all because i am posting, which i have been pretty lame about, i am posting at a time that most people are still awake, and i am in my room at my computer. normally on wednesday nights i have Rwanda meetings. though they are supposed to only last for 3 hours, yes i said only, mine almost never get out on time. we have been known to go for 4 hours. &lt;br /&gt;most of my friends know this by now, so at 8:45 when they saw me and my friend/ teammate/ sarcasm buddy, Pacs (Christie), they were completely shocked. i have stopped by the apts., visited tot, left someone a note, and gone to the bathroom before 10 on a wednesday night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114429817796539217?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114429817796539217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114429817796539217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114429817796539217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114429817796539217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/shocker.html' title='shocker'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114421747176359479</id><published>2006-04-04T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T02:03:39.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hope'n and wish'n and pray'n</title><content type='html'>to not see 3:45 am again today. makin good time thus far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114421747176359479?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114421747176359479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114421747176359479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114421747176359479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114421747176359479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/hopen-and-wishn-and-prayn.html' title='hope&apos;n and wish&apos;n and pray&apos;n'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114388980639525812</id><published>2006-04-01T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T03:17:32.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in your grill</title><content type='html'>today was my friend josh's birthday, so a bunch of us went to the beach in Balboa for a little while. i love the way that the buildings look when you get closer to the beach. i love the shops and the houses and the lighting. it sounds weird, but i just get the excited feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i love the beach too! i cant decide if i like the sound or the sight of the water better, but they are both pretty amazing. tonight it was really cloudy, but the moon's light glowed behind the clouds. &lt;br /&gt;we untwisted hangers to make marshmellow roasting utensils. i got the marshmellow all over my face at one point, but the smore was dang good! the one thing that i dont love about the beach, especially at night, is that its nearly impossible to take a good picture. &lt;br /&gt;okay, this one i cant blame so much on the sea breeze, humidity, and flash... mostly its just cause i was messy. according to tot, i had the marshmellow all up in my grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5065.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5065.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my cold feet (with chipped nail polish) chillin in the sand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5071.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, sarah and me, with sick beach hair. it actually began to rain shortly after, but i kind of enjoyed it. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5072.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we came back to apt 9 for some banana and chocolate chip pancakes and fun on the lawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114388980639525812?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114388980639525812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114388980639525812' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114388980639525812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114388980639525812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-your-grill.html' title='in your grill'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114366930171726905</id><published>2006-03-29T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:55:01.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>puddle jumpers</title><content type='html'>last night it rained. not the normal rain where it sprinkles for about 20 minutes, and the pavement is wet for only about an hour afterward. i mean, "its coming down out there," we could hear it on the windows, rain. &lt;br /&gt;   Kinsley loves the rain, and she always talks about playing in it... but this winter it has been all talk and no rain. i had homework as usual, and i was diligently doing it in tot's room last night (eh semi diligently-- we had some visitors) but kinsley came running over and just asked if i was ready. so i hopped off the bed and changed into sweats, no questions asked. &lt;br /&gt;   o we puddle jumped i tell you. it got in my mouth. yeah that was a bit gross, but so fun. we laid on the pavement, closed our eyes and got officially soaked for about 10 mintues before we went back to our rooms and kept on with the work. it was a nice little break though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114366930171726905?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114366930171726905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114366930171726905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114366930171726905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114366930171726905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/03/puddle-jumpers.html' title='puddle jumpers'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114354251635216093</id><published>2006-03-28T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T02:41:56.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FO PAR</title><content type='html'>i am not sure that i have let you all in on the fact that i am going to be a FOCUS leader next year. basically i get paid very little to teach one of the freshman orientation classes during fall semester. alot more is involved, which actually makes the job very worth while, as Focus leaders run freshman orientation, and they basically get to make sure new students get comfortable and acquainted with school.&lt;br /&gt;the team is such a great group of people, and tonight was the night where we found out who our focus partners are going to be for next year. everyone is given a partner and the partners will be given a group of students to pray for, care for and teach next year. some people have all girl groups (our ratio pretty much sucks) and some have a mix (all depending on whether you get a girl partner or a boy)... my "fo par" is mr. daniel reyes. really neat guy, and if i had to describe him, one of the first words that comes to mind is "bro." (this term is used commonly in cali, but i may have to have a post dedicated to educating you on the terms/ styles of "bros" and their "hoes").  however, he is a really cool (definately does not act like a bro), and i think it will be a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;over all, finding out your partner is about a two hour ordeal, since we have been getting clues for a week and they send us all over tricking us about who the person really is. &lt;br /&gt;but speaking of long ordeals, i have a paper to work on, and it is definately approaching 3:00. lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114354251635216093?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114354251635216093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114354251635216093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114354251635216093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114354251635216093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/03/fo-par.html' title='FO PAR'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114318034977019068</id><published>2006-03-23T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:07:04.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tee shirts and tan lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5043.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren (pokey), naomi, lauren (tot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend, i had a fabulous visitor, but the weather could not really be described as such. it was cloudy and it rained more than one time!  it was pretty chilly (some might even say "freezing" as i think the temperature dropped below 50 at one point)...so much for the getting the "california experience." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people here were in full complaint mode because "winter" has been here for around 2 months, and they have had enough. i was completely prepared for about one more week maybe. but wait no longer! the weather has been beautiful for the past two days. and so has our view. the snow from the cold weekend covered the mountains, but here, it was all sun and palm trees. yesterday i irresponsibly sat on the quad for an hour before work, basking in the rays and chatting with friends. i consequently lost some sleep last night and gained some freckles and a tan line, but it was completely worth it! we even ate dinner on the patio tonight, wearing only a light sweater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114318034977019068?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114318034977019068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114318034977019068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114318034977019068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114318034977019068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/03/tee-shirts-and-tan-lines.html' title='tee shirts and tan lines'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114282903741272592</id><published>2006-03-19T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:34:41.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>take my hand</title><content type='html'>this should have been posted last night, but surprise, surprise, i got distracted and never finished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr shawn mcdonald lead worship at harvest tonight. harvest is a really large church down the street that has six services and its own bookstore. it is not exactly the church i attend regularly, but i was definately in a pew tonight. he ended with the song "take my hand," which is one of my personal favorites. love his voice and the cello. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though he was pretty good, this was not even the highlight of my weekend. the soon to be mrs. naomi few out for a short visit. it was not really planned, and neither were many of the other things that we did, but it was fabulous to spend time with her, chat over coffee and just have her experience this second life that i live. she left at an ungodly hour this morning (i was awake to see that it is actually light outside and 5:40 in the morning!) it was so worth it though. i love her bunches! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone is enjoying the snow in utah; appreciate it for me please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114282903741272592?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114282903741272592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114282903741272592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114282903741272592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114282903741272592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/03/take-my-hand.html' title='take my hand'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114240831130123935</id><published>2006-03-14T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:38:31.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when she smiles...</title><content type='html'>erika truly is a great friend when she smiles... usually we both are grinning, as we make each other laugh until, say, i spit water out all over my desk (hey, its been known to happen).&lt;br /&gt;however, i just got a stern talking to about how she is not too pleased with the fact that the same post has been up for days. she definately wasnt smiling. it probably would not have made her any more pleased had i asked her if i could take a picture of her face to show you all, but no fear! i have many pictures of her serious face. she does it all the time when i try to take a nice, smily, sunday afternoon picnic in the park sort of picture. i smile and she just looks terribly annoyed that i would even consider capturing the moment. &lt;br /&gt;prime example of what i just encountered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114240831130123935?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114240831130123935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114240831130123935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114240831130123935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114240831130123935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-she-smiles.html' title='when she smiles...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114210376494983015</id><published>2006-03-11T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T11:08:24.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cooks...</title><content type='html'>last night kinsley, janelle, and i made dinner for a bunch of friends. we all have different friends, so it was kind of a random mix of people, but it was fun, delicious, and super hot between the stove, oven, and apt. full of like 20 people. &lt;br /&gt;the menu: 7 layer dip, salsa and cream cheese with chips, homemade enchiladas and tacos, with cookies and ice cream to top it off. &lt;br /&gt;everything went smoothly for the most part, till we started getting a little lazy at the end. kins and i kept dropping things on the ground and counter... okay mostly i kept dropping things... but the winner had to have been when i got impatient with a bag of cake mix that would not open. i pulled a bit too hard and it went all over. but you know what? what can you do? take a picture and move on is what i say...&lt;br /&gt;so here is the evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kins and me, a bit rosy after slaving in the kitchen, he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tot (also know as lauren) giving me a little love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP5031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP5031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to mention that we did miss a few members of apt 9 who were not able to make it (eh hem, robin, ash and ruth) but a lot of food, lot of people, lot of music, and a little dance party were some pretty nice ways to fill the evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114210376494983015?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114210376494983015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114210376494983015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114210376494983015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114210376494983015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/03/cooks.html' title='the cooks...'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114198112724738406</id><published>2006-03-10T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:58:47.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>panic buddies</title><content type='html'>should i panic while overseas, these are the people that will have to deal with me...&lt;br /&gt;we are all very different, but it has been extremely fun getting to know one another (as most of us were introduced for the first time when we found out we would be living together for three weeks). from left to right: erika, ben, alisha, me, john, christie, and brett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/Nationals2006002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/Nationals2006002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114198112724738406?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114198112724738406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114198112724738406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114198112724738406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114198112724738406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/03/panic-buddies.html' title='panic buddies'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114178814392165852</id><published>2006-03-07T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:26:32.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the nerves</title><content type='html'>did you know that if you hold a scorpion in your hand it can't sting you? well excuse my language, but how the hell would i get one in my hand in order to protect myself from getting stung? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the question i was asking myself on saturday, as i was sitting in a room trying to keep my eyes open. the man speaking made that a bit easier when he passed out a sheet of health risks that we might face when in Africa. like i said, the weekend was fabulous, and while i was definately reminded how unworthy and unnecessary i am for the Lord's ministry, i was also blessed to see that he is still choosing to use and humble me. the weekend was not making me scared, it was just making me more realistic about how tiring and challenging living in Rwanda for three weeks could be. its just three weeks though right? well thats what i thought until a man who has lived in Africa before came and handed out that stupid sheet. the nerves started kicking in, and i realized that for basically the month of May i will be covered in deet and sunscreen at all times while wearing some attractive skirts and tennis shoes. okay, not so bad i guess, but let me also clue you in on a few of the possible aspects of the culture that could be more uncomfortable:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the aids rate is very high in Rwanda. Avoid contact with all body fluids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hepatitis can infect from dry, cold blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mosquito nets must stay tucked under your mattress at all locations, no holes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mosquitos can give you Dengue Fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jiggers live in the dust on the ground and on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fly bites can leave you with a worm growing under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- crushing insects may leave you with nasty burns. (apparently second degree burns are possible due to the poison that is in the bugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- get in the habit of emptying your shoes before you slide your feet into them. (this is about the time that he started talking about scorpions, and about that same time poor Christie had to deal with my panic face and faster breathing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this one is a kicker... millipedes, centipedes and caterpillars often have toxic poison in their feet and hair, you can see where they walked on you and you will itch where touched... apparently they crawl into clothes etc and then, naturally, have to crawl on you to get out if you put the clothes on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- learn how to take a bath in a bucket of hot water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and just in case we didnt know, we must leave snakes and spiders alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not even the entire list folks! umm, excuse me, how are people in other countries still even living?&lt;br /&gt;i just have to keep reminding myself (and mom please start doing this as well, as im sure you have the symptoms for panic face and heavy breathing as well right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are possibilities but the probabilities are another issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114178814392165852?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114178814392165852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114178814392165852' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114178814392165852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114178814392165852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/03/nerves.html' title='the nerves'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114162845740231146</id><published>2006-03-05T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T13:57:30.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from Ispland</title><content type='html'>so the font that i have but cant change makes my title look like it should read "lisp-land" but really it is "isp"-land...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a big training weekend for our International Service Project trip (ISP). We couldn't bring cell phones, we had to basically be able to carry what we packed, and when we arrived at our meeting point on friday evening, we were walking into the unknown. after all, how many of you have been to ispland? yeah, we went in blind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe blind is not appropriate, but mute is. our first instructions were to go to the James building on campus, but we were told that we were no longer able to verbally communicate with our team. we had to go through customs etc, but total it took us 2 hours to get to the fourth floor, as we kept getting stopped or seperate or taken to rooms and interrogated etc. though it was extreme, they were trying to show us some of the things that could happen to us while traveling. &lt;br /&gt;once on the fourth floor, we put our stuff on the floor. these were our sleeping quarters. the word sleep is being used loosely, as the only thing that seperated my hip bones from the cement base was a thin layer of hard, ugly, carpet and my sleeping bag. the first night was worse than the second because by saturday night i was dead tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and believe me, tired is also used losely becasue i was drained emotionally, physically, and mentally by sunday. i didnt think it would be bad at all, but we were definately challenged in alot of ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did a ton of things but ill just brief you on a couple of them. we had to barter for food, we visited a nursing home that had people who were just old and could not walk, along with people who could do nothing but lay in bed with their mouths open and move their eyes back and forth. we watched movies about Rwanda, we ate food that i had never tried before, we prayer walked, we had underground churches, and we learned alot about the Islamic religion and culture (learned about and simiulated, which was alot more intense than i can even describe). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall it was really humbling. that is the best word for it all. each session or activity taught me different things, but i think that was the feeling that made me a bit teary during our last meeting together as Kristen gave us time to pray. i had many more emotions and thoughts that i can share later, but most of them are not that important in the grand scheme of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that this is just alot of general descriptions and alot of words, combined with absolutely no visual aids, but we were banned from having anything with an "on" switch, which unfortunately meant the camera was out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114162845740231146?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114162845740231146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114162845740231146' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114162845740231146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114162845740231146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-from-ispland.html' title='back from Ispland'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114092315279102078</id><published>2006-02-25T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T19:05:52.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the vest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP4968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP4968.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping today and saw a full rack of these vests. okay, i wore a vest like that about 12 years ago. im not sure it was cool then, and i dont think it should be now. uhhh. why? why are they trying to bring those back. the rack was full for a reason; no one really wants to wear that sort of vest. Rumor has it that Abercrombie is bringing back the vest as well. o brother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114092315279102078?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114092315279102078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114092315279102078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114092315279102078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114092315279102078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/02/vest.html' title='the vest'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114075894903316462</id><published>2006-02-23T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:33:10.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rebellion</title><content type='html'>everyone has to do it once in a while.  i gave in to trendiness. &lt;br /&gt;last week i made the call that most parents probably dread but semi-expect to get when their daughter moves away to college. &lt;br /&gt;"mom, can i get a tatoo?" &lt;br /&gt;okay, i didnt ask that question, but i did ask about a piercing. &lt;br /&gt;i would just like all of you to know, that it was well thought through, as i am still the same old practical, analytical julie. if you are strongly opposed, you can call me and i will give you my list of reasons. &lt;br /&gt;it doesnt show up that noticeably in pictures with this sort of light anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP4948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP4948.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/1600/IMGP4947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7201/1495/320/IMGP4947.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--do i like it: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--did it hurt: it pinched when the needle went through, but other than that, it was cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--is it hard to blow my nose now that i am conveniently sick: not a hard as i thought it would be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114075894903316462?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114075894903316462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114075894903316462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114075894903316462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114075894903316462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/02/rebellion.html' title='rebellion'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15950949.post-114074169989458070</id><published>2006-02-23T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:43:40.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant believe i spent time on this, i love you girls</title><content type='html'>Four jobs I've had: &lt;br /&gt;1- DCA&lt;br /&gt;2- Barlow&lt;br /&gt;3- Modern Language &amp; Lit Dept&lt;br /&gt;4- Political Science &amp; Criminal Justice Dept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four movies I could watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1- Return to Me (i do watch over and over...)&lt;br /&gt;2- The Wedding Planner&lt;br /&gt;3- Entrapment&lt;br /&gt;4- Italian Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I've lived:&lt;br /&gt;1- Navajo Dr.&lt;br /&gt;2- Waco Dr.&lt;br /&gt;3- Magnolia Ave.&lt;br /&gt;4- ... to be announced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four TV shows that I love:&lt;br /&gt;1- Alias&lt;br /&gt;2- Law &amp; Order&lt;br /&gt;3- ummm, ER for lack of a better answer&lt;br /&gt;4- Gauntlet, monday nights with the girls, 231 B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I've vacationed:&lt;br /&gt;1- Washington DC&lt;br /&gt;2- Washington State&lt;br /&gt;3- Paris, France&lt;br /&gt;4- Barcelona, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my favorite dishes:&lt;br /&gt;1- Chicken from the grill with rice&lt;br /&gt;2- Mole&lt;br /&gt;3- Barbecue Chicken Pizza&lt;br /&gt;4- Salmon Sandwhich, no tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four sites I visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;1- BBC&lt;br /&gt;2- for the sake of space, mels blog, and elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;3- kimmysun's blog&lt;br /&gt;4- www.calbaptist.edu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;1- at the beach&lt;br /&gt;2- sleeping in my bed in Utah&lt;br /&gt;3- getting a massage&lt;br /&gt;4- snowboarding at Basin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four people who must now do this survey: &lt;br /&gt;1-i wont make any of you do this&lt;br /&gt;2-half of you reading this &lt;br /&gt;3-have already&lt;br /&gt;4-done it anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15950949-114074169989458070?l=therambler7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/feeds/114074169989458070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15950949&amp;postID=114074169989458070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114074169989458070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15950949/posts/default/114074169989458070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therambler7.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cant-believe-i-spent-time-on-this-i.html' title='i cant believe i spent time on this, i love you girls'/><author><name>jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12109574593690996609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
