<?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-902923477924683348</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:30:40.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>B-Bop's World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-145710161771750161</id><published>2009-09-03T14:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:55:42.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Updates</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I'm not a frequent status updater.  On Facebook, I have 'friends' who update their status multiple times a day or sometimes several times within an hour.   I am not one of those people.  I rarely feel like I'm doing something significant to post a status update about it.  I mean, no one really cares that I just e-mail my parents and now I'm watching a re-run episode of the Sopranos and I'm about to take a nap since I only got a few hours of sleep tonight (see my previous posts about my insomnia problems).  But I started thinking about my reasons for updating my status.  I usually post a new status when there actually a story behind the statement I am making.  I think I secretly, or at least subconsciously, want someone to then comment on my status so that I can proceed to post a follow-up comment explain the circumstances or story that lead up to the status in question.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a better way to deal with my desire to tell stories about the circumstances and events in my life would be to actually blog about them.  I know that my blogs don't have to be very long.  There is no minimum word count requirement to post a blog.  So I resolve to post an explanation here everytime I feel the urge to update my Facebook status.  Then along with my summary statement I can post a link to the blog post here so that anyone who cares at all about my status can read the rest of the story if they so choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you all (e.g., both of you) understand how this is going to work, look for posting coming soon regarding my most recent status updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Melatonin is my new best friend&lt;br /&gt;2. I rode my bike to campus. It was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;3. I just finished spraying Lysol on everything i have touched in the house in the past few days. I even sprayed my steering wheel and gear shift in my car! I really hate being sick so I'm determined NOT to get swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so in the last one (#3) i kind of already told the story in the status update.  But I do have more thoughts on the issue.  Right now I'm going to take a nap before I go pick up my order from &lt;a href="http://athens.locallygrown.net/"&gt;Athens Locally Grown &lt;/a&gt;and then go to Atlanta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-145710161771750161?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/145710161771750161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=145710161771750161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/145710161771750161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/145710161771750161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/status-updates.html' title='Status Updates'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-7410116752794928586</id><published>2009-08-13T12:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:17:30.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Registration Blues</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited about my last full-time semester here at UGA.  Classes start on Monday so everything in Athens is kind of building up--kids moving in dorms, a little more traffic, people milling around downtown, etc.  I, however, am running around frantically from office to office trying to get registered!  I won't go into the whole story, but here's the summary.  I found out mid-July that I wasn't eligible for Fall 2009.  I got all my paperwork filled out and approved and still couldn't register.  Finally the registrar's office fixed it so I could register but only for that day and I can't register myself so it didn't get done.  This week my status in the system still says ineligible and people fixed it this morning.  Now I'm just waiting for the program office to actually register me for my classes so that I can be awarded financial aid and get a certificate of enrollment from the registrar proving I am in school so I can defer on my previous student loans!  (Big Sigh - how do you type that?)  All this bureaucracy gives me a headache.  Hopefully it will all be done today.  Then I will be buried in books for the next 4 months!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-7410116752794928586?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7410116752794928586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=7410116752794928586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/7410116752794928586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/7410116752794928586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/registration-blues.html' title='Registration Blues'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-1356345723482205075</id><published>2009-07-29T23:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:22:23.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School!</title><content type='html'>I have been neglecting the blog.  Probably because I've been trying to figure what exactly I'm doing here in life.  Well, I've decided to go back to Graduate School and focus on that full time since the job market stinks so much.  And while I was in the process of the job search, I realized how important it is to me to finish my Masters degree, even if no one else ever cares if I finish.  There's something about knowing that I am capable of completing the requirements and finishing what I started.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm waiting for approval from the Graduate School Dean's Office and then I can register.  But I've already started on my reading.  It's pretty exciting.  I'll have to write more about what I've learned about myself in the process.  But for now, it's back to school for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-1356345723482205075?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1356345723482205075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=1356345723482205075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1356345723482205075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1356345723482205075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School!'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-4849572885435592335</id><published>2009-07-07T01:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T02:25:54.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession of Sin</title><content type='html'>In the past few months, I've only been posting about my triathlon training.  Since that training is becoming more routine and I don't have interesting things to blog about I think I will introduce a few new topics like my spiritual, academic and professional areas of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the thing on my mind today is in the spiritual area.  I go to church most Sunday evenings and I have a terrible habit of being late (not just to church).  My standard for church is basically that if I can get there before the Confession of Sin during the service, then I'm not entirely too late.  Granted, that means that I have missed all the announcements and the beginning and never know what's going on in the church, the call to worship, a couple of hymns and the confession of faith.  But I think since the confession of sin seems to be very important to me, I want to make sure I don't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may think it is strange that I put so much focus on the confession of sin so I want to try to explain.  When I resumed attending church regularly in March 2008, I cried a lot.  That was one reason why I didn't want to go to church before that because I was always crying.  Being in the worship service was very powerful to me.  I knew (and still know) every day of the week that I am a sinner and I just keep on sinning like it's my job or something.  But there is something very unique in the corporate confession of sin at Redeemer.  What is written in the bulletin is always accurate to the root of my sin and the manifestation of it each week.  It is written in words I would never think to use in describing the hopelessness of my sin. So every Sunday, I appreciate the candidness of these words and the fact that I'm not the only one saying them, but we are all confessing together.  We, as a body of believers in the resurrection of Christ, confess together all that we are lacking in holiness.  This is immediately followed by a time of silent confession, just between me and God. But that's not even the best part.  The most glorious part of this whole process of confessing our sins is that it is completed with the Words of Assurance.  That's the part of the service where someone reads Scripture that reminds us our sins are forgiven--not because of any penance that we've done, but because of God's mercy and the work of Christ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's any example from this past Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;CONFESSION OF SIN&lt;br /&gt;Holy God, we confess that we are sinful people.  Father of Mercies, we confess that we need your forgiveness.  Though we know your commandments, we have broken them all.  Though we have heard the great story of your redemption of the world through Jesus Christ, we have been slow to believe and quick to forget.  Instead of holding onto your promise of salvation, we have often let go in order to embrace the very things that Jesus came to destroy, committing treason against our King.  O God, forgive us of our guilt, heal us of our brokenness, and cleanse us of our impurity, for the sake of your son, Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;WORDS OF ASSURANCE&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 2:13-14&lt;br /&gt;And you, who were dead in your trespasses and the uncircumcision of your flesh, God made alive together with Christ, having forgiven us all our trespasses, by canceling the record of debt that stood against us with its legal demands. This he set aside, nailing it to the cross.  He disarmed the rulers and authorities and put them to open shame by trumphing over them in him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I think I was especially good at sinning.  I was looking for an escape from the realities of life at every opportunity.  Instead of trusting God, waiting and expecting his provision for each day, I was desperately trying to deal with my stress and anxiety on my own.  I do this more often that I want to admit and sometimes I'm pretty creative with the ways I check out from life-- even making it seem like a good thing at times.  But it is always refreshing to have those minutes of corporate confession to remind me that I'm not alone in this. I'm not the only one who struggles or feels any pain.  And I'm also not condemned for it.  There is hope because of Christ.  I am forgiven.  I am not left alone in my misery.  And this is good news every time.  Even if I hear it all the time, I look forward to the Confession of Sin every week because it is followed by the Words of Assurance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I know that I'm going to be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-4849572885435592335?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4849572885435592335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=4849572885435592335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/4849572885435592335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/4849572885435592335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/confession-of-sin.html' title='Confession of Sin'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-6504609807599452009</id><published>2009-06-24T12:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:13:12.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Hard Spin Class</title><content type='html'>I went to a spin class last night with my friend Heather, who I suspect is one of only a handful of people who read this blog!  I was pretty excited about it because I had heard that Tania who teaches the class is really good.  So good, in fact, that someone once told me to be sure to get there early to get a bike because the class is always full.  Some of the other spin classes I've been to frankly left me a little bored and I didn't workout that hard really.  So trying Tania's class made me a little nervous and excited at the same time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I loved the class!  It was probably the hardest workout I've done since my first day of Wow Boot Camp last summer.  The thing is....I never push myself that hard when I'm just working out on my own.  During this whole triathlon training period I have been very cautious about not OVER-training.  I didn't want to push too hard and then have to take a few days off to recover (instead of maybe just one day).  But now that I'm training for the next one, I'm focusing on getting stronger and faster.  That translates into more interval training and sprints!  And we did a lot of those on the spin bike last night.  My heart rate was pretty consistently between 80-85% of my maximum for the hour, with the exception of a few recovery periods that were part of the workout.  So overall, it was a great workout that pushed me much more than I would have pushed myself.  Hopefully doing an occasional spin class like this instead of just training on the road bike will actually make me stronger and faster.  I can tell you that almost every muscle in my body is at least a little sore this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-6504609807599452009?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6504609807599452009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=6504609807599452009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6504609807599452009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6504609807599452009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/super-hard-spin-class.html' title='Super Hard Spin Class'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-4456647720233949117</id><published>2009-06-22T16:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:10:30.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Round 2</title><content type='html'>I'm committed. I registered for my second triathlon today and I can't back out!  It will be on July 26, so just less than 5 weeks to get faster and stronger.  This one is a little different than the last one.  The swim is 600m instead of 400m, the bike portion is 11.8 miles instead of the 12 miles (not much different) but I think it is more hilly than the last course.  And the run is 3.1 miles, a full 5K where the last one was 3 miles.  That's also a subtle difference.  I've been resting my legs ever since Zumba last Monday to try to heal whatever is going on with my feet.  I think it is plantar fasciitis but I'm no doctor.  I want to be able to train well instead of just keep re-injuring myself so I'm going to take it slow back into the running.  It's so frustrating though because I really want to be able to run faster and need some time to work on that.  I may not be a faster runner in the next 30 days but eventually I will right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way I'm trying to get faster is by losing some weight.  When I started training for the first triathlon, I thought that the increased activity would just naturally make me lose weight.  Well, that didn't happen and I think it's because I eat a lot more than I realize.  I found this great website called &lt;a href="http://www.sparkpeople.com"&gt;Spark People&lt;/a&gt; that helps you track calories in as well as calories out and the nutrients you are getting from your food.  It reminds me of the Weight Watchers online tools but better because I can track to make sure I'm getting the vitamins and minerals I need and a good balance of carbohydrates, fat and protein.  Just the past couple of weeks, I have been recording what I eat most days and it has really opened my eyes to my snacking habits.  Hopefully, writing all this stuff down will help me actually drop some pounds and automatically make me faster!  Just losing 5-10 lbs. seems to make a significant different in my pace.  Just imagine running with a weighted vest on or something.  Even with 10 lbs. added it makes running so much harder!  This may be part of the problem with my feet too.  I suspect that I would be so prone to this injury of putting strain on a tendon in my foot if I were putting less weight on that foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted my training schedule to the left if anyone is curious what I'm doing to get in shape and train for these triathlons.  This schedule is from the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Triathlon-Training-Four-Hours-Week/dp/1579547486"&gt;Triathlon Training in 4 hours a Week&lt;/a&gt; by Eric Harr.  It has been a great book to get me started and it has training plans for 4 different levels depending on your prior exercise experience and each plan is for 6 or 8 weeks leading up to the event. I highly recommend it for anyone who is interested in doing their first triathlon.  Let me know if you want to do the one July 26 (even though it's only 5 weeks away, it's not too late!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-4456647720233949117?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4456647720233949117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=4456647720233949117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/4456647720233949117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/4456647720233949117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/round-2.html' title='Round 2'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-3738220002038246386</id><published>2009-06-15T23:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:17:22.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zumba!</title><content type='html'>Due to my recurring foot pain from what I'm pretty sure is plantar fascitis, I did not go for a run today.  Saturdays run was terrible!  And I was hurting all day from it.  So I decided that I better take some time to let this thing heal completely and then ease back into the running.  I was originally planning to swim this morning but I got to spend time with some wonderful friends that I haven't seen in a year instead. A great trade-off, right?  Then I got a text message from another friend asking if I was going to &lt;a href="http://www.zumba.com/us/"&gt;Zumba&lt;/a&gt; at the YMCA.  I thought this would be a good workout alternative to running or swimming and I have been dying to try it because I've heard that it's so fun!  I have also heard that Tania who teaches the class is a really awesome instructor and I haven't been to any of her classes yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I showed up for Zumba not knowing quite what to expect.  I will say that it was so much fun!  It reminded me of my Jazzercise days but I think I had more fun with it than Jazzercise and I definitely worked harder, but maybe that's just me.  However, there were so many people at this class due to it's popularity that we were packed into the small aerobics room.  We were all sweating so much that the mirrors fogged up and the floor was getting a little slippery from all the condensation from our sweat!  I was pretty disgusting!  Despite the incredible body heat and humidity of the classroom I had a great time dancing for a workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that Zumba was the best choice of a workout for me this week when I'm trying to stay off of my feet.  I guess I was thinking that since it involves steps from various Latin dances that it would be low impact and not put stress on my feet and calves.  I was very wrong about that.  The salsa steps and others are often taken on the balls of your feet instead of using the whole foot.  But just staying on the balls of my feet I was using my calf muscles quite a bit and putting stress on my plantar fascia!  I don't know that any of this is technique correct since I am not a doctor or physical therapist or anything, but I'm just telling you what it felt like to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I did Zumba because it was super fun and now I know what everyone is raving about.  But I also realize that staying off your feet actually does mean "staying OFF the feet."  I know I can definitely do some swimming and probably use the rowing machine in the YMCA cardio room to get my heart rate up this week.  I'm not sure about biking, I don't know if that will prevent my foot from healing completely.  Any thoughts about this anyone?  I may try a nice easy ride on Wednesday to just see how it goes.  But now I know that Zumba and anything that is actually on my feet is out of the question at least for the next week or so. :(  I never thought I would be upset about not being able to run!  Usually I'm looking for excuses not to run!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-3738220002038246386?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3738220002038246386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=3738220002038246386&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/3738220002038246386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/3738220002038246386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/zumba.html' title='Zumba!'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-1630527256384635434</id><published>2009-06-11T11:18:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:18:45.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished!!!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I did it! I finished my first triathlon!  It felt incredible to cross that finish line and I had so many mixed emotions but most of all relief.  The look on my face I think says it all (I guess if you know me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.partypics.com/events/26392844/00045/0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin:0 10px 10px 0; width: 190px; height: 290px;" src="http://images.partypics.com/events/26392844/00045/0061.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.partypics.com/events/26392844/00045/0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin:0px auto 10px; width: 190px; height: 290px;" src="http://images.partypics.com/events/26392844/00045/0062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.partypics.com/events/26392844/00022/0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 auto 10px 0;width: 190px; height: 290px;" src="http://images.partypics.com/events/26392844/00022/0038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.partypics.com/events/26392844/00030/0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 auto 10px 0; width: 190px; height: 290px;" src="http://images.partypics.com/events/26392844/00030/0052.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/902923477924683348-1630527256384635434?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1630527256384635434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=1630527256384635434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1630527256384635434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1630527256384635434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/finished.html' title='Finished!!!!'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-6888311443524742238</id><published>2009-05-26T17:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:06:40.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite Website</title><content type='html'>I found this website through a link on the &lt;a href="http://www.wowbootcamp.net"&gt;Wow! Boot Camp&lt;/a&gt; page.  For the past week, I been looking at it every day!  Here's the gadget that's most useful:&lt;style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;div.cksearchbox {&lt;br /&gt;border:1px dashed #17438E;&lt;br /&gt;margin:2px;&lt;br /&gt;padding:1px;&lt;br /&gt;width:350px;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;.hidden {&lt;br /&gt;display: none;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;div.cksearchbox, div.cksearchbox INPUT{&lt;br /&gt;font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;&lt;br /&gt;font-size:11px;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="cksearchbox"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_out" href="http://www.calorieking.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" style="margin-right:5px;float:left;" src="http://images.calorieking.com/branding/ck/common/searchlogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form target="_out" action="http://www.calorieking.com/affiliates/redirect.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;Search for a food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="keywords" size="10"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input class="hidden" type="hidden" name="location" value="FOODSEARCH"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input class="hidden" type="hidden" name="filter" value="all"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input class="hidden" type="hidden" name="showresults" value="yes"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can look up anything with this tool!  Now there is no excuse for not knowing what I'm putting in my mouth.  For example, the large fresh fruit lemon-berry slush I had this afternoon from Sonic is not as great a choice of refreshment as I thought.  I now know that it contains 500 calories!!!!  So now I know right?  Try it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-6888311443524742238?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6888311443524742238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=6888311443524742238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6888311443524742238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6888311443524742238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-favorite-websitew.html' title='New Favorite Website'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-3687800659332808993</id><published>2009-05-20T20:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:19:37.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Rides!</title><content type='html'>I love riding my bike!  It's official.  I'm so glad that I have it and I am just loving every minute of riding.  I love it even when I'm struggling to climb a hill from the easiest gear and still huffing and puffing going 5 mph!  I have a lot of ways I can improve to say the least.  Out of the 3 events I'm training for, biking is definitely my favorite.  I also went swimming today just for about 20 minutes (before the swimming lessons started).  And I really enjoyed the swim too!  I'm enjoying it more and more each time I do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night I went on my second group bike ride and it was so fun!  As much as I love biking, it's even more fun with a group.  I can't really put my finger on why, but maybe it's because I really do enjoy doing anything with other people.  Maybe I should run with other people more often.  The problem with that is finding someone willing to go as slow as I go to my training right! I used to run with my roommate Rachel and then she went and got married.  I would jog, then walk and while I was walking she would pretty much run circles around me!  Or she would do sprints up ahead of me and sprint back and then jog with me a little.  It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone else wants to jog or swim or bike with me, let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-3687800659332808993?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3687800659332808993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=3687800659332808993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/3687800659332808993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/3687800659332808993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/group-rides.html' title='Group Rides!'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-2488886434370881596</id><published>2009-05-19T04:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T05:44:19.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aches and Pains</title><content type='html'>I've been really trying to improve my running before this triathlon in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;less than 3 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;  So I've been running for longer than I planned to originally according to my training schedule.  I didn't think much about it because I felt good as a whole after each run.  That was until my heels started to hurt.  At first I thought maybe I had just worn out my shoes and needed to get a new pair or some extra cushion in them.  I thought maybe I had bruised my heels or something from pounding on the pavement, so I took 2 days off from running thinking that would be enough time to give my heels a rest. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/ShJ7hMJXFwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CvXwW3csAS8/s1600-h/peachy_medium.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/ShJ7hMJXFwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CvXwW3csAS8/s200/peachy_medium.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337464318513846018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, while I was in Marietta,I went to &lt;a href="http://www.bigpeachrunningco.com" target="_blank"&gt;Big Peach Running Co.&lt;/a&gt; and got a new pair of Adidas Supernova shoes. I was really impressed with the added spring in the forefoot of these shoes and the amount of cushion in the heel.  They also provide a lot of support through the middle of the foot and I like my shoes nice and snug.  I was so excited about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to Athens, I went for my first run in my new shoes on Saturday, even though my heels were still a little sore. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/ShJ7aogfLOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/spmXYRvD39k/s1600-h/supernova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/ShJ7aogfLOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/spmXYRvD39k/s320/supernova.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337464205867953378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It had been raining most of the day and the sky was still cloudy so I decided to just jog in the neighbor back and forth on the main street so that if it started to pour I would be close to home.  After about a mile and a half, I started getting the aching pain running all the way from my knees to my big toes, traveling down the inside of the front of my legs.  This was happening on both legs.  I kind of freaked out because I have never felt pain in this area before.  So I walked home and I wondered if this pain was because of my new shoes? I started to worry and wonder if I could return them to the store after I had already run a little bit in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up some stuff on the internet and decided that this pain must be due to shin splints.  I was pretty bummed about that.  So I iced my legs and then took a hot bath with mineral salts that are supposed to relax your muscles and I went to bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning, I woke and got out of bed only to find that my feet hurt so bad I could hardly go down the stairs!  It was my heels again but this time, the pain was in the whole back of my foot and my calves were super tight and sore.  I laid on the couch researching this pain on the internet, finally deciding that it could either be bruised heels or plantar fasciitis.   Either way, I need to stay off my feet and let it heel so I don't do any damage to my legs and feet.  So I was double bummed about this!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/ShJ7OUEzntI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9E6Ol8W4Si4/s1600-h/platar_fasciitis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/ShJ7OUEzntI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9E6Ol8W4Si4/s320/platar_fasciitis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337463994224713426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also remembered that I had my mom's Homedics massage chair in the closet, so I brought that out to see if I could massage my calves with it.  I laid the back part of it on the couch and just put my leg on top of it and it worked pretty well!  It definitely loosed up my calves some and made me more relaxed all together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go swimming on Sunday and did some strength training, trying not to put any pressure on my feet.  After my workout, I bought some athletic tape at the store and tried to tape up my feet by myself to help them get better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, nothing was hurting anymore but I'm was still a little cautious about running.  I went for a bike ride and spent a lot of time stretching and massaging my calves and didn't feel any pain in my feet or my shins. But I skipped on the running for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm planning to go walking with my roommate.  She's going at 6:30am before work.  But seeing as how I'm still awake at 5:15am and I haven't slept a wink, I'm not sure if I'll make it.  I'm going to go swim again tomorrow and try some new drills to help me be a better swimmer.  Then Wednesday I'll try to jog again.  I think I was just trying to do too much too fast. Just another reminder that I'm not as young and resilient as I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me just say that who ever thought I, of all people, would be seriously bummed out that I have to take a few days off from running?  I can only explain it by the fact that exercising and training is one of the only things that makes me feel human and normal right now.  I think training for this triathlon may just be the very thing that is keeping me sane.  It's amazing what a difference it makes in my mood and outlook on life when I have exercised on a given day.I thank God for the ability, time and resources to be able to move my body and exercise all of me, including my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-2488886434370881596?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2488886434370881596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=2488886434370881596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2488886434370881596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2488886434370881596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/aches-and-pains.html' title='Aches and Pains'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/ShJ7hMJXFwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CvXwW3csAS8/s72-c/peachy_medium.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-3678360741219231262</id><published>2009-05-11T12:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T05:37:03.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Training friends</title><content type='html'>Since I've started training for this triathlon, I've met a few other people who are doing the same one.  Jennifer, who is in my small group from church, is also doing the same event on the same day.  We have very different schedules and so far have not been able to train together. But last week when I went to the YMCA to swim some laps, I met a few other people.  I had to wait a few minutes for a lane to open up and while I was waiting, I noticed a group of 3 women that looked like that were training for something together. I recognized one of them, sort of...it's hard to tell if you recognize people when they are wearing swim caps.  Once I got into the lap next to them I asked them if they were training for an event.  They told me they are doing the same triathlon I am!  On top of that, one of the women is the very same one who purchased the same bike that I did from the &lt;a href="http://www.georgiacyclesport.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Georgia Cycle Sport&lt;/a&gt;.  I rode her bike to try it out and see if it fit me well.  The reason I recognized one of them is from &lt;a href="http://www.wowbootcamp.net/" target="_blank"&gt;Boot Camp&lt;/a&gt;.  They are all Wow Boot Campers so we have a lot of things in common.  I'm so glad that I ran into them.  I got the e-mail address of one of them so that we can coordinate training and especially to go on bike rides together because there is safety in numbers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-3678360741219231262?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3678360741219231262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=3678360741219231262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/3678360741219231262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/3678360741219231262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/training-friends.html' title='Training friends'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-6514099436734937899</id><published>2009-05-03T23:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:45:45.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clipless Pedals</title><content type='html'>Well, I got the bike and I'm really excited about it.  I went on my first group ride right after I got the bike with the Nitty Gritty Bike Band.  It was a "beginner's" easy ride on the east side of Athens.  I think I was the only true beginner there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also went ahead and got clipless pedals and cleated shoes while my bike was being fitted for me.  This type of pedal is supposed to be safer and more efficient in biking, but they can be a little tricky at first, especially when stopping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/Sf5iIP1KOVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/V6bXbPYD318/s1600-h/clipin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/Sf5iIP1KOVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/V6bXbPYD318/s400/clipin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331806902681221458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I don't know if you can tell from this picture, but the shoes have cleats on the bottom that snap into the pedals securely so that you can use your foot to pedal on the upstroke and not just the down stroke.  The catch is that you are really attached to the bike.  Whereever you're foot goes, the bike goes too and vice versa.  This a great fact for efficient pedaling, but not so great if at any time you forget that your feet are attached to the bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick to stopping is the "clip out" of the pedal while you are coasting to a stop by turning your ankle out to pop the cleat out of the pedal.  So the first time I am on the bike with these clipless pedals I did exactly that.  I thought very hard about making sure I clipped out and put my unclipped shoe on the pavement shifting my weight to that leg.  All went well until I moved my other foot (still clipped in) forgetting that it was still attached to the bike.  I tried to put the clipped in foot on the ground and instead I started to fall bring the bike down on top of me.  I skinned my knee on the pavement and felt like I was in 3rd grade again, falling on the blacktop in P.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that it didn't hurt and I just have a few scrapes on my knee and a bruise on the other side of my knee from the bike tube falling on me.  And a bruise on my butt from hitting the pavement.  I've fallen twice since then, both of the other times were also when I was stopping.  I still need to figure out how to stop properly when I'm still on a incline and no option to coast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having fun riding my bike and I'm really proud of myself for facing my fears and getting out there to challenge myself -- even though I might fall.  Sometimes it's almost like I'm reliving moments from my childhood but this time I'm being a grown up about it.  At 28 years old, I refuse to be afraid of getting a scraped up knee or getting water in my noses while I'm swimming.  Neither of those things are going to kill me and they are not even very painful, just a little uncomfortable.   I don't know why I've been such a baby my whole life about things that are challenging to me.  I'm finally getting the chance to have fun with biking and swimming and not worry about how bad I am at it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more if anything eventful happens this week.  I have 5 more weeks until the Triathlon event.  And I have lots of training to do before then!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-6514099436734937899?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6514099436734937899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=6514099436734937899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6514099436734937899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6514099436734937899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/clipless-pedals.html' title='Clipless Pedals'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/Sf5iIP1KOVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/V6bXbPYD318/s72-c/clipin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-8019786871341322538</id><published>2009-04-26T17:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:12:53.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a Bicycle</title><content type='html'>I was riding my brother's old Huffy bicycle in order to train for this sprint triathlon in June.  It's the one that has a rusty chain and gears and ancient levers to change the gears.  But hey, it was a bike I didn't have pay for and it would still ride alright.  So I took the bike out in my neighborhood yesterday to go for a ride and my neighborhoods is pretty hilly.  I shifted gears to go up the first big hill and the chain popped off the gears.  Instantly, I remember why my Dad and I never took this bike on the Silver Comet trail.  The chain pops off all the time.  So while I was walking my brother's Huffy along the 1 mile trek back to my house, I started evaluating my options for training.  I could spend money to get this 20 year old cheap bike fixed.  I could look at borrowing a bike for the event and do my training indoors on a stationary bike.  Or I could buy a bike, either used or new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I thought about my options, the more confused I got.  I have ruled out the option of buying a bike from Craigslist or something like that because it's really important to get a bike that fits me right (if I'm going to pay anything for it).  I went to the bike store where Trey works just to look.  And this is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SfTbJDNU3YI/AAAAAAAAAJo/D4RNLHPS9yI/s1600-h/9092-31_EL_Dolce_CharcPink_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SfTbJDNU3YI/AAAAAAAAAJo/D4RNLHPS9yI/s400/9092-31_EL_Dolce_CharcPink_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329125207612644738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode a few different bikes around the parking lot and the guy adjusted the seats of each bike a few times for me to try them out.  The one is this pictures is a Specialized Dolce bike and it was the one that worked the best for me.  I got on the indoor trainer just to pedal for a while and see how it feels.  While I was doing that, Trey walked in!  I was so glad to talk to him about my options for bikes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on how important this is and whether or not I can really afford to do it, I should probably go ahead and buy a pretty nice bike. Not top of the line or anything, but something that will last a long time and be easy to ride in this triathlon or any others I may decide to do in the future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few days to decide because the one I was riding today has really already been sold to someone else and is waiting to be picked up.  They have another one coming in on Tuesday that I could get.  I just need to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other decision is about what to do with the old bike.  I don't know if anyone else would want it.  It works fine if you don't try to change gears too much.  It's probably not worth it though.  I'll figure out something to do with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-8019786871341322538?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8019786871341322538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=8019786871341322538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/8019786871341322538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/8019786871341322538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/death-of-bicycle.html' title='Death of a Bicycle'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SfTbJDNU3YI/AAAAAAAAAJo/D4RNLHPS9yI/s72-c/9092-31_EL_Dolce_CharcPink_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-701186255681163607</id><published>2009-04-22T00:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:22:10.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Triathlon Training</title><content type='html'>I was going to change the layout of my blog to look all sporty before I start blogging about this, but there is no time for that anymore!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have registered for "My First Triathlon" at Lake Lanier on June 6.  This event is only for those who have never competed in a triathlon before.  It is less than a sprint distance and my goal is just to finish....not in last place though.  This should be an attainable goal. I entered my first 5K on Feb. 28 and I've been working on some cross-training by swimming and biking since then.  Of course, I have not been as disciplined as I would like in my training, but I'm doing much better than I was a few months ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event consists of swimming 1/4 mile, biking for 10 miles and running 5K.  I'm pretty excited and nervous about it.  But I decided to do it because I needed to set a goal that would push me.  It's amazing how differently I feel and think when I have done some kind of exercise in the morning.  I notice the difference daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, the plan is to go jogging with my roommate Mandy before work.  It usually works best if I can get up early and do my workout first thing in the morning.  So I'll have to blog about how that goes.  Part of the reason I'm blogging about this event and my training for it is because I want some additional accountability to train with discipline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-701186255681163607?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/701186255681163607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=701186255681163607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/701186255681163607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/701186255681163607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/triathlon-training.html' title='Triathlon Training'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-2853686119433674531</id><published>2009-04-05T20:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:02:21.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Computer is Back!</title><content type='html'>I finally got my computer back.  There was a problem with the motherboard and it took what seemed like FOREVER to get it back.  Now I can blog again.  Not that I'm expecting anyone to read this and I definitely don't think anyone was wondering why I haven't been posting.  But now I'm back.  And I have a new theme for this blog....stay tuned because it's actually something work reading about!  (At least I think so.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-2853686119433674531?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2853686119433674531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=2853686119433674531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2853686119433674531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2853686119433674531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-computer-is-back.html' title='My Computer is Back!'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-795818689587370155</id><published>2008-12-28T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:46:02.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on my feet</title><content type='html'>As you may imagine since I haven't posted anything here, November and December were even more difficult than October.  But now, my semester is over and I'm starting to think through the changes I need to make in my life.  I know everyone makes New Year's Resolutions and never keeps them.  So I'm purposely not calling these resolutions.  I am however, trying to set forth some goals and guidelines to make my life more scheduled and orderly.  So far, the biggest and most important goals to me are 1) to take my medicine everyday and 2) to pay my bills on time.  I don't think this goal are by any means out of reach.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for some laughs, here is my outrageous Christmas wish list I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;    * Boot Camp for a month&lt;br /&gt;    * plane ticket to Boston&lt;br /&gt;    * manicure &amp; pedicure treatment&lt;br /&gt;    * membership to YMCA and personal workout buddy&lt;br /&gt;    * Personal Assistant&lt;br /&gt;    * Annoying pill box that will beep at me until I take the pills and go refill prescriptions for me&lt;br /&gt;    * warm slippers that have good traction&lt;br /&gt;    * wine rack&lt;br /&gt;    * someone to go through my stuff and get rid of all the junk&lt;br /&gt;    * ear phones for my Palm (and cord for card)&lt;br /&gt;    * organization&lt;br /&gt;    * lose 30 pounds&lt;br /&gt;    * get my car detailed&lt;br /&gt;    * a new DVD/VHS player (both of those are broken)&lt;br /&gt;    * a digital camera that works and doesn't require duct tape (but not until after I lose 30 pounds because I don't want any pictures of myself until then anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the list I sent to my family members when they asked me what I wanted for Christmas.  As a result, I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; receive a gift certificate for Boot Camp, a gift certificate to use to "get my nails and toe did" (it was a joke), a DVD player, a digital camera, a Wii with Wii fitness and my mother volunteering to come next week and help me get organized and get rid of some of my junk.  No one volunteered to lose 30 pounds for me.  Although, my brother's girlfriend said she wished we lived closer to each other so she could train me. I may actually join her running group even though I'm far away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe the Christmas list was not as outrageous as I thought!  I know my family cares about me and wants to see me doing well and happy.  And I am so very thankful for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-795818689587370155?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/795818689587370155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=795818689587370155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/795818689587370155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/795818689587370155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-on-my-feet.html' title='Back on my feet'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-7232710040250443811</id><published>2008-10-29T00:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:35:04.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>Why is October such a difficult month? It seems like for as long as I can remember....well for at least the past 5 or 6 years, October has proved particularly grueling.  September is great, November is okay, but October seems to be a perpetually challenging period of time.  And it's really odd to me because overall, I really enjoy the fall season and all that it brings to daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because this is the middle of the fall semester?  Even during times when I haven't been a student, I've always been operating on some kind of academic calendar.  It makes sense to me that when everything gets started in August or September, there is a lot of energy and motivation.  By October, enthusiasm has kind of died down and you are right in the thick of things.  It doesn't help that I seem to have some kind of emotion crisis each October as well.  Is it just me or am I merely participating in an autumnal phenomenon?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I'm looking forward to November.  I'm not suggesting that anything radical happens on November 1 to suddenly make life easier.  I guess I just have all of October to wrestle with the difficulties of life as I know it in whichever year.  And by November, I'm starting to figure out how to make it work or how to cope, either one.  All in all, I think November will be better. Then maybe I'll post more on my blog.  In the meantime, during the last few days of October, here is an autumnal scene for you to enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crystalinks.com/autumnleaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 466px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.crystalinks.com/autumnleaves.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/902923477924683348-7232710040250443811?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7232710040250443811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=7232710040250443811&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/7232710040250443811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/7232710040250443811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-2053233224687734429</id><published>2008-10-04T18:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:15:41.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays</title><content type='html'>Every Saturday, I get up early to go to one of the parks here in the Athens area to cheer for the Downtown Falcons.  I coach one of the cheerleading squads and it is loads of fun, but very exhausting at the same time.  Today, for some reason I was especially tired.  So when I got home around 2:30, I really just fell on the couch and rested there.  My dog, Daisy, never passes up an opportunity for napping so she joined in too.  This is the picture my roommate took to capture the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SOfqdIg3QTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7zhhFyL187o/s1600-h/HPIM0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SOfqdIg3QTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7zhhFyL187o/s400/HPIM0363.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253425276573401394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-2053233224687734429?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2053233224687734429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=2053233224687734429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2053233224687734429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2053233224687734429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturdays.html' title='Saturdays'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SOfqdIg3QTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7zhhFyL187o/s72-c/HPIM0363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-7407713043487758779</id><published>2008-09-29T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:16:16.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration and Rain</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be doing some reading for class tomorrow.  But I just can't stay focused!  I've been in a major funk for the past week or so.  At one point I realized that I'm frustrated with so many things in life and that the common factor in all of them is me...so I must be the problem!  It's never fun to be confronted with the selfishness in my heart and for insecurities to be exposed.  I wish I could shake the funk though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's raining and I'd rather just sit and listen to the rain on the porch outside or hitting whatever equipment is inside our chimney than read about "Language Evolution."  I usually can't think of any way to improve on this wonderful house I live in, but today I kind of wish I had a screened porch to sit on so I can really listen to the rain and fall asleep on a comfy couch out there.  The living room will have to do for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-7407713043487758779?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7407713043487758779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=7407713043487758779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/7407713043487758779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/7407713043487758779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/frustration-and-rain.html' title='Frustration and Rain'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-6999232232221607667</id><published>2008-09-18T17:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:12:00.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Blog</title><content type='html'>I haven't written anything on here in quite a while.  I've been super busy!  I started classes again and started coaching cheerleading again.  And so I'm just trying to keep going sometimes and not crash!  I think I need some kind of theme for the blog...something specific to write about on a regular basis.  I'm also tired of this layout on the notepad.  Maybe after I get caught up on all my reading for school and stuff, then I'll have time to change it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm off to cheerleading practice. Go Falcons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-6999232232221607667?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6999232232221607667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=6999232232221607667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6999232232221607667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6999232232221607667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-to-blog.html' title='Time to Blog'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-1442607510332768077</id><published>2008-08-07T19:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:44:43.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SJuHy8ZzJkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zYvGqK3AZVU/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SJuHy8ZzJkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zYvGqK3AZVU/s400/birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231924701398509122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was last weekend and I got to the beach just in time to celebrate with my friends!  I had such a great time and they did a great job of making my birthday special for me.  I met them at a Crab restaurant and after dinner they had a surprise cake and balloons for me back at the house!  It was so fun!  And the best part was that I was overwhelmed by all the friends who wished me happy birthday.  I could hardly get any work done that morning because my phone and email and Facebook was just blowing up with birthday wishes!  This was in stark contrast to how lonely I felt on my birthday last year.  But that's another story that is not worth re-telling.  Praise God for bringing me such wonderful friends and lots of great people into my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-1442607510332768077?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1442607510332768077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=1442607510332768077&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1442607510332768077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1442607510332768077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SJuHy8ZzJkI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zYvGqK3AZVU/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-5302589061761446493</id><published>2008-07-28T23:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:40:11.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I See Things Upside Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KM4kKM0glk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KM4kKM0glk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/jmBR95n/music/59VXAPwZ/derek_webb_what_is_not_love/"&gt;What is Not Love - Derek Webb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What looks like failure is success&lt;br /&gt;What looks like poverty is riches&lt;br /&gt;When what is true looks more like a knife&lt;br /&gt;It looks like you're killing me but you're saving my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I give myself to what looks like love&lt;br /&gt;And I sell myself for what feels like love&lt;br /&gt;And I pay to get what is not love&lt;br /&gt;And all just because I see things upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What looks like weakness can do anything&lt;br /&gt;What looks like foolishness is understanding&lt;br /&gt;When what is powerful has not come to fight&lt;br /&gt;It looks like you're going to war but you laid down your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I give myself to what looks like love&lt;br /&gt;And I sell myself to what feels like love&lt;br /&gt;And I pay to get what is not love&lt;br /&gt;And all just because I see things upside down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What looks like torture is a time to rejoice&lt;br /&gt;And what sounds like thunder is a comforting voice&lt;br /&gt;When what is beautiful looks broken and crushed&lt;br /&gt;And I say I don't know you but you say it's finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Derek Webb "What Is Not Love" from the album &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I See Things Upside Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-5302589061761446493?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5302589061761446493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=5302589061761446493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/5302589061761446493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/5302589061761446493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-see-things-upside-down.html' title='I See Things Upside Down'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-6403035886683333044</id><published>2008-07-28T18:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:39:00.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Baker</title><content type='html'>I had a strange desire today to make a pound cake.  Then when I was looking for a yummy recipe, I decided to make pound cake cookies instead.  So that I wouldn't have to bother with cutting the cake before it cools.  And because I already had a recipe for pound cake cookies that looked really simple and delicious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinchmysalt.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/lemon-cookies-for-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://pinchmysalt.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/lemon-cookies-for-web.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The problem with this plan is that I didn't have all of the necessary ingredients for the cookies and I really didn't want to go to the grocery store for just those 2 things.  I'm going out of town in a few days so I'm trying not to buy any groceries this week and just use what I already have at home.  I only had one egg (needed 2) and the recipe called for baking powder and I only have baking soda.  But I started to make the cookies anyway, thinking that I can just substitute for the missing ingredients.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere on the internet, I saw a few suggestions of things that can take the place of baking powder.  There were all combinations of at least 2 other ingredients.  One of these suggestions was a little bit of baking soda with some molasses.  Well, I just happened to have some molasses in my pantry. I don't really remember why I do, but it's there.  I think I used it in a barbeque sauce I made or something like that.  Maybe it was something I made around Christmastime.  Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I added the molasses and baking soda to my cookie dough instead of baking powder and I instantly knew this was going to be a mistake.  I was on the phone with my sister at the time and her silent reaction upon hearing about my ingenius baking substitutions told me instantly that the chance of these cookies actually tasting good was slim to none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3574984/2/istockphoto_3574984_yuck_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3574984/2/istockphoto_3574984_yuck_face.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went ahead and kept trying to add ingredients to make the dough tasty and then tried to bake the cookies.  I pulled them out of the oven, let one cool for a bit and then tasted it.  Sure enough, it was pretty disgusting.  I even trying sprinkling the cookies with powdered sugar and it was still pretty bad.  Definitely not worth the calories to eat it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the whole molasses issue was providential.  I am trying to lose some weight and making cookies really doesn't fall into the weight loss plan.  So making them gross definitely keeps me from eating them!  All in all, I have discovered one more thing that I need directions for and that I don't need to try to "wing it."  I can rule out any hopes of a career in baking, right?  Rachael Ray has said that the theory is that people are either good cooks or good bakers.  I think I'm actually a decent cook so that makes it okay that baking is just not my thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-6403035886683333044?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6403035886683333044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=6403035886683333044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6403035886683333044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6403035886683333044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-baker.html' title='Not a Baker'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-2999401563389933584</id><published>2008-07-24T23:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:06:24.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>L'arte di cappuccini</title><content type='html'>This is amazing!  This guy works in a bar in Florence, Italy and one of my friends went there for cappuccino recently.  This is what she saw in her cup.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-396.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v307/142/88/530549396/n530549396_719678_4507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-396.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v307/142/88/530549396/n530549396_719678_4507.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequentially, the barista who created this work of art has some videos on YouTube of how he makes them.  Here is one of them.  I miss Italy so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dBffMXcHXWA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dBffMXcHXWA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-2999401563389933584?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2999401563389933584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=2999401563389933584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2999401563389933584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2999401563389933584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/larte-di-cappuccini.html' title='L&apos;arte di cappuccini'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-4145535707653477274</id><published>2008-07-24T01:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:33:51.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning and the Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.godashboard.com/spinning/Spinning_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://media.godashboard.com/spinning/Spinning_logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first &lt;a href="http://yourtotalhealth.ivillage.com/diet-fitness/spinning-101.html"&gt;spinning class&lt;/a&gt; last night.  I've always been too intimidated to go to one before.  But after I did &lt;a href="http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/boot-camp.html"&gt;Boot Camp&lt;/a&gt; for a month, I wanted to find something that would kick my butt in a similar fashion because I'm not prone to push myself very hard when it's just me working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the class and for the first 15 minutes I hated it.  It was so hard and my body is not used to moving like that when it is hard.  I kept thinking I was going to fall off the bike or spin my legs out of control.  But once I got used to it and by the end of the 45-minute class, I loved it.  I was dripping wet from sweating and the instructor estimated that we burned about 800 calories during the class.  Well, maybe she did, but I didn't always turn up the resistance when she said to.  Regardless, I really liked it and I want to keep going.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, my butt is really sore from the bike seat.  And my calves are almost throbbing.  In fact, I'm writing this at 1am because I can't sleep. And the main thing keeping me from sleeping in the fact that my calves are so sore.  They don't hurt really.  I don't think taking any pain reliever would help.  They are just really tight.  So much that it hurts and is a little difficult to go down stairs. Maybe I'll take an Advil just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a pair of biking shorts with padding in them to solve the seat problem.  That should take care of it.  The other reason I think I can't sleep is because Mandy, my new roommate, and I went walking in the neighborhood after dinner.  It was kind of late for me to exercise (around 8:30) and I think my body has a hard time calming down after that.  Even after a bath, some hot tea and a chapter from &lt;a href="http://theshackbook.com/"&gt;The Shack&lt;/a&gt;, I still couldn't fall asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, here are some pictures of our backyard. Thanks to Photoshop, I stitched them together so you get the whole panorama:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIgRfX8EFpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5_TfkW1jXxQ/s1600-h/backyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIgRfX8EFpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5_TfkW1jXxQ/s400/backyard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226446598263019154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIgRuxbbWjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wdIxn2Sg8go/s1600-h/backyard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIgRuxbbWjI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wdIxn2Sg8go/s400/backyard2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226446862803491378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so gorgeous out the back door.  It really is a nice garden and I'm so incredibly spoiled by it.  The yard and the rest of the house. Daisy loves it too, of course.  I just realized that I have to stay here forever because my standards have been raised too high by getting to live here.  I don't know if I'll ever find a place to live that is as fantastic as this place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-4145535707653477274?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4145535707653477274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=4145535707653477274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/4145535707653477274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/4145535707653477274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/spinning-and-backyard.html' title='Spinning and the Backyard'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIgRfX8EFpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5_TfkW1jXxQ/s72-c/backyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-3039448245792106943</id><published>2008-07-21T22:53:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:00:27.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the House, Finally</title><content type='html'>I finally took some pictures downstairs.  Tomorrow, when the sun is shining again, I want to take some pictures of the beautiful backyard.  And when my room and the office area are finished and everything is in its place, I'll take pictures of those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMyRf0U2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/y2Mj7_oTX7w/s1600-h/dining4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMyRf0U2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/y2Mj7_oTX7w/s400/dining4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225667369207354210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMuvcyPxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/h2-uNiAC4Tg/s1600-h/dining3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMuvcyPxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/h2-uNiAC4Tg/s400/dining3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225667308528221970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMoeFU6NI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KOeU8MXwN1A/s1600-h/dining2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMoeFU6NI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KOeU8MXwN1A/s400/dining2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225667200787212498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMkf9CzRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ddV9OH15ZjQ/s1600-h/dining1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMkf9CzRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ddV9OH15ZjQ/s400/dining1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225667132569865490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMgqLDXEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vP51tfIunyQ/s1600-h/kitchen5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMgqLDXEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vP51tfIunyQ/s400/kitchen5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225667066593500226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMb5A4YXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B1sTXIz1tds/s1600-h/kitchen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMb5A4YXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/B1sTXIz1tds/s400/kitchen3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225666984678023538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMYKEXDqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9RfoTLLktDE/s1600-h/kitchen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMYKEXDqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9RfoTLLktDE/s400/kitchen2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225666920536542882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMUUwgBzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eiFzyE5qYck/s1600-h/kitchen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMUUwgBzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eiFzyE5qYck/s400/kitchen1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225666854686558002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMQLLapPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/93XXDfkEC-M/s1600-h/kitchen4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMQLLapPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/93XXDfkEC-M/s400/kitchen4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225666783395620082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMLy3AlFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/T8OIwhlrA3w/s1600-h/livingroom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMLy3AlFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/T8OIwhlrA3w/s400/livingroom1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225666708148098130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-3039448245792106943?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3039448245792106943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=3039448245792106943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/3039448245792106943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/3039448245792106943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures-of-house-finally.html' title='Pictures of the House, Finally'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIVMyRf0U2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/y2Mj7_oTX7w/s72-c/dining4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-2117353633954327736</id><published>2008-07-19T23:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:30:22.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chairs!</title><content type='html'>I love it when you find just what you want--even when you're not looking very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted 8 chairs that would go with my dining room table that actually match each other. But I not willing to pay hundreds of dollars for these chairs.  So I have been looking on Craig's List and looking for deals, trying to figure out if matching dining room chairs were really that important to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I was driving down the road, on the way to get my vacuum cleaner.  And I saw a yard sale in a church parking lot where they had 8 matching chairs all together. I figured they would be sold already because it was 10:30am and usually all the good stuff is gone really early.  But I pulled in just to be sure.  And the chairs were still up for grabs!  I bought them all and one of the guys running to yard sale actually loaded them up and delivered them to my house for me!  On top of that, he took  away the 4 old oak chairs I'd been using around the table and took those back with him to sell at the yard sale.  It was too good to be true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get a picture up here of the chairs and the rest of the house.  The dining room even looks really different that the picture in the previous post, since I have matching chairs and curtains hung.  I'll work on that tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-2117353633954327736?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2117353633954327736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=2117353633954327736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2117353633954327736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2117353633954327736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-chairs.html' title='New Chairs!'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-8477113561347949883</id><published>2008-07-18T17:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:50:00.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at Bebecca's House</title><content type='html'>One of my 3 year old friends got in the habit of calling me "Bee-Becca" instead of Rebecca during the past year.  This really caught on even with some of my twenty-something friends.  So, to some, my name is now Bebecca.  And I kind of like it because it makes me think of my 3 year old friend who has now moved far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIEHBDhngLI/AAAAAAAAADs/mtkXD6wvFYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIEHBDhngLI/AAAAAAAAADs/mtkXD6wvFYQ/s320/IMG_0888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224464757434056882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we had our first dinner at "Bebecca's" house this past Monday and since I haven't taken pictures of the rooms yet, I'm putting this picture up of us in the dining room.  You can't really see the room that well.  I also just really like the picture of us doing what we do best.  This is about half of my small group from church.  They have all become kind of like family to me and they have all taken turns taking care of me in various ways during the past few months.  I was so excited to finally host them at my house, in a place that was actually big enough for everyone and where 10 of us could sit at one table.  I wanted to serve them a little bit because they have all served me so much and so generously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone ended up helping out so much that it really was like a family dinner (as it always seems with small group).  Jennifer brought bread and Nan whipped together some peach cobbler, Ben took over the grilling duties and I'm sure had help from the other guys outside.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIUgiR2dhLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Qn3i3xtbB9I/s1600-h/bebecca+and+lelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIUgiR2dhLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Qn3i3xtbB9I/s320/bebecca+and+lelia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225618715912799410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many different people were involved in chopping up vegetables and washing dishes after we ate.  It was so great!  We had a blast and we'll have to do it again soon.  It just felt so good to have everyone where I live!  Right before we ate, I told everyone that I feel so blessed to be able to live in such a great place that I feel like I need to share the wealth and have people over all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures are coming soon. But for now, here is a glimpse of fellowship in the dining room.  The only thing different is that now thanks to two guys named Ben, there are curtains hanging in the dining room that weren't there when the picture was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nan's caption for the picture to the right is "She's nice to me and gives me cucumbers to eat..." because this baby likes cucumbers as much as cookies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-8477113561347949883?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8477113561347949883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=8477113561347949883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/8477113561347949883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/8477113561347949883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-at-bebeccas-house.html' title='Fun at Bebecca&apos;s House'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SIEHBDhngLI/AAAAAAAAADs/mtkXD6wvFYQ/s72-c/IMG_0888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-8842442199583303530</id><published>2008-07-13T22:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:31:42.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I ever finish?</title><content type='html'>I've been unpacking and putting things away in this house now for 10 days.  I took a little break over the 4th of July weekend, so really I guess it has been a week of getting settled in.  And there is still so much to do!  First, I have so much more stuff than I ever realized.  I can't believe I actually have enough furniture and more than enough wall art to fill up this house.  It's not the biggest house ever, but it's definitely the biggest place I've lived since I've been on my own.  Almost all of the furniture that belongs to me came from my grandmother or one of my great aunts.  I am so blessed to have been given this furniture.  I'm sitting on my grandmother's couch as I type with my feet propped up on my Ikea coffee table which is one of the few things in this living room that I actually purchased.  I used to have a really nice coffee table from my Aunt Mary with a marble top, but last fall someone broke it when he tried to move it out of his way by kicking one of the legs.  When it collapsed, I bought a new one that was cheap so that if it breaks it's not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, all I have left to do is hang the curtain rods and a couple of other things on the walls that need holes drilled for the anchors.  I have a friend helping me with that tomorrow.  And I also need to unpack and wash all of my clothes that were in storage because they all smell like the storage unit.  Then after I put those away and get the office area organized, I'll be pretty much finished.  I guess I just thought I would have put everything away by now.  I'm just still so amazed at how much stuff I have!  And I'm also still in awe that I get to live in such a great house!  Hopefully I will have pictures to post soon of what it looks like so you can all see how great it is too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I did end up eating the salmon and I'm still okay--not in the hospital or anything.  And I bought a new Pyrex dish today.  All is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-8842442199583303530?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8842442199583303530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=8842442199583303530&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/8842442199583303530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/8842442199583303530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/will-i-ever-finish.html' title='Will I ever finish?'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-1096673778017083329</id><published>2008-07-10T18:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:11:39.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying NOT to eat glass</title><content type='html'>I cooked salmon for dinner tonight, but there was a little problem.  When I took my Pyrex dish out of the oven after the fish was cooked, I set it down on the stove top like I always do.  While I was admiring how yummy the honey mustard sauce looked glazed on top of the salmon, the dish shattered right before my eyes!  It was almost like a tiny invisible bomb was inside the dish with my fish and it blew out the corner of the glass and cracked the rest of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom while I was picking up the shards of glass across the kitchen floor to see what I had done wrong that made the dish shatter like that.  We decided that there may have been a tiny hairline crack in the Pyrex from my move that I never even noticed because it was so small.  That could explain why it seemed to explode spontaneously after being heated and then set down to cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were debating whether or not it is safe for me to eat the fish.  My mom said no because there are probably slivers of glass either on top of or inside the salmon fillets. In fact, I could see a few sliver glimmering in the light on top of the delicious honey-mustard glaze.  And seeing as how I still do not have health insurance (I need to get on that, pronto!), I don't want to risk swallowing some glass that could cause some internal bleeding and who knows what kind of damage to my digestive system.  My mom reminded me that if I have to have surgery because of swallowing glass, I'll end up paying everything I have for the surgery and then I'll have to go on welfare and get food stamps.  So eating glass is not a good idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I washed the fish off and got rid of most of the yummy honey-mustard that was baked onto the fish.  I was only growing hungrier by the minute while I was inspecting each fillet for glass specks.  And I might add that generally when I cook a meal for myself, I actual make about 4 servings and eat leftovers the next day and freeze the rest for another day.  It's just more efficient for me to do it this way.  So I'm not just talking about one salmon fillet, this is about 1.5 pounds of salmon we're talking about so I really wanted to try to save it.  (Salmon is not cheap!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got all of the possible glass off and I can make more sauce to put on top of it.  I decided to eat a salad for now, but I'm still debating whether or not I should try to eat the fish!  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;all the glass is gone but what if I missed some or it's too small to see? What do you think I should do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-1096673778017083329?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1096673778017083329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=1096673778017083329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1096673778017083329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1096673778017083329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/trying-not-to-eat-glass.html' title='Trying NOT to eat glass'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-3603906114661034584</id><published>2008-07-09T23:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:55:33.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Judges that Care</title><content type='html'>I had to go to court today for my speeding ticket.  I won't go into it--I just ended up pleading guilty to speed much faster than I was actually going.  It doesn't matter so much now and I need to stop whining about it.  One friend I talked to today really put it in perspective when she pointed out that there are probably many times in my driving history when I actually was driving way too fast and I just didn't get caught.  So I know I deserve to have to pay a fine....blah, blah.  And going to Defensive Driving School can't hurt me, right?  It's never a bad thing to learn how to be a safer driver I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.athensclarkecounty.com/images/Courthouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.athensclarkecounty.com/images/Courthouse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But what I really wanted to write about was how impressed I was with the Judge in this particular court.  When I went today, evidently the Solicitor was not expecting me.  So I presented my papers that said to be there and they went off in search of my paperwork.  In the meantime, I was sitting through all of these kids who had to appear before the judge for DUI and underage drinking charges.  Maybe it's just because I have never been present for the conversations between judges and defendants before, but it seemed like this judge really cared about what she was doing.  For each case I witnessed, she required drug and alcohol awareness and counseling.  But she didn't just assign this in general--she assigned the defendants to have counseling at a very specific place in Athens because she knows they do it well.  She also had some of them write an essay about the importance of being responsible with alcohol or something along those lines.  When she explained why she was giving these sentences, she expressed that she didn't want these kids to end up in a court again for DUI (if they weren't already) or in a bad accident or developing a serious problem with substance abuse that could ruin their lives.  Her approach was kind of like getting caught is the best thing that could have happened to them because maybe they will learn something from it before spiraling to worse things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, this could be the norm for most Municipal court judges.  I just didn't know.  I don't know what I expected her to say, but I was really surprised that she seemed to care so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-3603906114661034584?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3603906114661034584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=3603906114661034584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/3603906114661034584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/3603906114661034584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/judges-that-care.html' title='Judges that Care'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-4917317547603720648</id><published>2008-07-06T22:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:38:35.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New House</title><content type='html'>The house may not be new, but it is kind of new to me.  I say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt; new because I've spent a lot of time here when my friends were living here before me.  Now that they have moved, I'm so lucky to have it as my new home!  Not only is it an awesome house with an even better fenced-in backyard--but it comes with lots of good memories for me from hanging out here with the previous residents.  Either way, this is my first night sleeping in the house as an official resident.  I really wish at least one of my roommates was here already to spending it with me, but that will come soon enough.  Tonight, it's just me and Daisy (my dog).  I wish I had some pictures to put up, but my camera doesn't really work well and it's difficult to upload pictures.  I'm realizing as I type just how exhausted I am.  I guess I'll go up to my enormous, way-to-big-for-just-me bedroom to go to sleep so I can get up early tomorrow morning for &lt;a href="http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/boot-camp.html"&gt;Boot Camp&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-4917317547603720648?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4917317547603720648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=4917317547603720648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/4917317547603720648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/4917317547603720648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-house.html' title='New House'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-2139586334172131212</id><published>2008-06-22T22:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:04:28.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Movie Ever</title><content type='html'>Here at the apartment, we have all of these movie channels.  And since things are kind of slow around town for the summer, we've been watching a lot of movies--good, bad and ugly movies....we watch a whole lot of them.  This is a good thing when we have days like yesterday where we saw part of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092890/"&gt;Dirty Dancing&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088128/"&gt;Sixteen Candles&lt;/a&gt; (and we got to play with hula-hoops, but that's a different story).  But today I decided I wanted to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0791304/"&gt;Georgia Rules&lt;/a&gt; and find out what that was all about.  It is the worst movie!  The story line is really messed up and there is too much going on and it was hard to follow.  But the acting was pretty bad too on top of it all.  We just ended up making fun of the movie for the last part and that made it more entertaining.  No wonder it only got a one star rating.  Then, when it was finally over, we went back to watching good movies like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110322/"&gt;Legends of the Fall&lt;/a&gt;.  Overall, I do not recommend watching Georgia Rules...it added nothing to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-2139586334172131212?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2139586334172131212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=2139586334172131212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2139586334172131212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2139586334172131212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/worst-movie-ever.html' title='Worst Movie Ever'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-8496656809145603388</id><published>2008-06-18T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T02:14:05.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More change</title><content type='html'>I regret to inform you faithful blog readers, that the domain for this blog will soon change.  This is something I have considered often in the past few months.  I really like the name B-Bop's World but when I started the blog I was not as anonymous as I would like to be when I'm posting my stories and blurps on the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that if someone really wants to find me and figure out what I'm doing, they will find a way to do that.  But I guess I have just decided to make the effort to prevent any future stalking by changing the address for my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said....I don't want people to stop reading my blog just because it's in a new "location" on the web.  I would like to leave it open for viewing by anyone because I think the story God is writing in my life is a story of hope and I want to tell that story to anyone who is searching for hope.  So if you want to keep reading my blog, please email me at &lt;a href="mailto:bbopsworld@gmail.com"&gt;bbopsworld@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; so I can reply to you with my new domain name.  I hope to hear from you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-8496656809145603388?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8496656809145603388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=8496656809145603388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/8496656809145603388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/8496656809145603388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-change.html' title='More change'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-675463702192027271</id><published>2008-06-18T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T02:14:55.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boot Camp</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm going to Boot Camp....but it's not what you think.  I won a month's worth of &lt;a href="http://www.wowbootcamp.net/"&gt;Wow! Boot Camp&lt;/a&gt; at the church auction to raise money for the mission trip to Nicaragua.  I thought it was perfect because I need to get back in shape and I wanted to donate money to the trip.  So I started Boot Camp last Friday.  You go 3 days a week for 4 weeks and then see how much you have improved at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wowbootcamp.net/image/27731719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.wowbootcamp.net/image/27731719.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to admit--the first day kicked my rear end pretty good.  I'm not a runner and there was a lot of running.  It's kind of like circuits where we run for a while and then get to a station to do squats or lunges or something with handheld weights for upper body or ab work.  It's the running that's killing me.  But hopefully this will be just the thing to kick my rear end into gear and get back in a good workout routine and get back in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The down-side is that I go to Boot Camp at 5:30am.  So that has completely messed up my daily schedule.  I started working too in the mornings, so here is what my day looks like now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 am -- wake-up&lt;br /&gt;5:30 -- boot camp (wondering why I'm running before dawn...oh yeah, the heat)&lt;br /&gt;8 am -- get to work&lt;br /&gt;12 pm -- go home and eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;1 pm -- struggle to try to run errands or get reading done&lt;br /&gt;4 pm -- give up and take a nap&lt;br /&gt;6 pm -- wake up and fix dinner&lt;br /&gt;8 pm -- watch a movie or do something with friends (or tonight i went grocery shopping)&lt;br /&gt;10 pm -- go to bed&lt;br /&gt;11 pm -- still can't sleep--start reading or doing work&lt;br /&gt;1 am  -- finally fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on this crazy cycle it's really hard to get off of it!  Maybe I can correct things over the weekend when I don't have to get up early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-675463702192027271?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/675463702192027271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=675463702192027271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/675463702192027271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/675463702192027271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/boot-camp.html' title='Boot Camp'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-1466827715713871668</id><published>2008-06-16T15:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:40:01.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So sad to see you go.</title><content type='html'>Some of my favorite people in the world are all related to each other.  They are a family in themselves and they have let me be part of their family.  I have been so blessed to be part of their lives recently but now it's time for them to go and plant a church and bring the good news of God's love to other people who need to know it just as much as I do.  At first I was very upset that they are leaving and afraid of what is going to happen to me without them here.  Then I realized that I was being very selfish in wanting to hoard my friends instead of trusting that God has a plan and He is going to do wonderful things through them and that I'm going to be okay without them every day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They truly let me be part of their family.  They even included me last night in their family tradition of leaving a memorial at their house before the moved. This picture is of me with the mom and kids at their Ebenezer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SFbBYl78sJI/AAAAAAAAADM/lEynRfmDodU/s1600-h/Ebenezer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SFbBYl78sJI/AAAAAAAAADM/lEynRfmDodU/s320/Ebenezer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212566246972502162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The idea is based on this verse: 1 Samuel 7:12 "Then Samuel took a stone and set it up between Mizpah and Shen. He named it Ebenezer, saying, 'Thus far has the Lord helped us.'"  We all put down rocks and told what God has done while they were living here in Georgia.  I could not have imagined more precious blessings that to know these kids and their parents during the past year or so.  And I'm so thankful that they included me in remembering how God has been faithful during their time here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-1466827715713871668?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1466827715713871668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=1466827715713871668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1466827715713871668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1466827715713871668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-sad-to-see-you-go.html' title='So sad to see you go.'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SFbBYl78sJI/AAAAAAAAADM/lEynRfmDodU/s72-c/Ebenezer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-2198789273025148035</id><published>2008-06-16T15:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:25:09.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneity</title><content type='html'>I really did miss having roommates.  I forgot how fun it could be to just drop everything and go get ice cream just because you have the urge.  When you live alone, things like that are not as likely to happen.  Without roommates, you have to call your friends until you find someone who is home and then make plans to meet up to go do something spontaneous....which defies to definition of spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SFa92dUVgII/AAAAAAAAAC8/CW6NyijINsM/s1600-h/bissetts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SFa92dUVgII/AAAAAAAAAC8/CW6NyijINsM/s320/bissetts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212562362008436866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've only been here a few weeks with my temporary roommates but I have really enjoyed getting to know them and sharing space with them until I can move into where I'm really going to live for a while.  This is a picture of a spontaneous trip to &lt;a href="http://www.harrybissetts.net/"&gt;Harry Bissett's&lt;/a&gt; one night (a week-night even) for some bread pudding.  I'm sure it was perfectly normal for these other girls, but for me it was extra fun because it has been a long time for me since I just dropped what I was doing to go out for dessert.  And by the way,  the bread pudding was excellent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-2198789273025148035?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2198789273025148035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=2198789273025148035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2198789273025148035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2198789273025148035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/spontaneity.html' title='Spontaneity'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SFa92dUVgII/AAAAAAAAAC8/CW6NyijINsM/s72-c/bissetts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-5623127837670590460</id><published>2008-06-11T18:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T19:15:55.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to be employed</title><content type='html'>I have a new job.  I don't want to go into details, but I started on Monday and I'm working as an office assistant for two people that I already knew to some extent.  So far, the job has been good.  It's always fun for me to do something new and learn how people do things, etc.   I'm still trying to figure out the best way for me to organize myself at this job and the best ways to help my two bosses.  Yes, it has been a little overwhelming because there is just so much information at the beginning and I'm trying to learn the lingo and the computer system and the company database and get my email and access to everything set up.  So I'm pretty exhausted today.  I'm not worried about getting it all down, it's just that today it makes me think a lot just to remember really simple things like how to print out stamps and stuff.  And I took a typing test and found out I can type 70 words per minute and I think that's pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dawgpatch.org/images/Rebecca%20and%20Daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.dawgpatch.org/images/Rebecca%20and%20Daisy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But everything is good.  I have a job, a place to live (I think), some new work clothes from TJ Maxx and some that are gently used from Plato's closet.  I have good friends, food to eat, a great pool outside my door for the next couple of weeks, a reliable car, a wonderful church home and a loving family!  And of course, I have Daisy, my dog.  Although she is staying with my grandmother right now because I can't have pets in this apartment where I'm staying for the month of June.  I think this picture was taken while I was in undergrad around 2000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall--things are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-5623127837670590460?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5623127837670590460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=5623127837670590460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/5623127837670590460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/5623127837670590460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-good-to-be-employed.html' title='It&apos;s good to be employed'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-2133488297846049189</id><published>2008-06-05T09:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:32:25.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping In</title><content type='html'>I decided that I wanted to sleep in today because I didn't have to get up for anything! I took my final for my Maymester course yesterday and I don't start my &lt;a title="more on this later"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; until Monday.  So I was really excited about have 2 weekdays off to take care of whatever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed last night at around 10pm expecting to sleep until 10 or something.  But this morning, I woke up at 8:30am! Ha! I guess I'm not quite as exhausted as I thought I was.  I'm still thankful I didn't have to get up at 6:30 or 7.  Now I'm trying to decide what to have for breakfast.  I can have anything really because I have time to make it this morning.  I'm thinking about making an arugula and cheese omelette--only because I have some baby arugula in the fridge that is going to go bad if I don't eat it up quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I'm thoroughly enjoying my "sleeping in" day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-2133488297846049189?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2133488297846049189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=2133488297846049189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2133488297846049189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2133488297846049189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/sleeping-in.html' title='Sleeping In'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-9106918074815544194</id><published>2008-05-30T22:37:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:35:35.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopelessness and Redemption</title><content type='html'>I was just painting and I heard a song by Katie Melua on my iTunes that reminds me of where I was spiritually about a year ago.  This is the part of that really stood out to me.&lt;br /&gt;"How can I think I'm standing strong,&lt;br /&gt;Yet feel the air beneath my feet?&lt;br /&gt;How can happiness feel so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;How can misery feel so sweet?"&lt;br /&gt;I remember so vividly when I heard this song for the first time and how I could really identify with those words.  It made me cry then for very complicated reasons and it makes me tear up now because I remember just how hopeless I felt then (when I could relate).  And what is so sweet about it now it that right after that song played on iTunes, it shuffled to the next song with was "O Love That Will Not Let Me Go."  I think the title says enough right there.  These two songs show me how much I have hope where I did not have it before.  Really the whole hymn is so profound and great but here is just one poignant verse:&lt;br /&gt;"O Joy that seekest me through pain,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot close my heart to thee;&lt;br /&gt;I trace the rainbow through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;And feel the promise is not vain,&lt;br /&gt;That morn shall tearless be."&lt;br /&gt;Only God can redeem something so wretched and turned it around so we can see His love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-9106918074815544194?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9106918074815544194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=9106918074815544194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/9106918074815544194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/9106918074815544194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/craziness.html' title='Hopelessness and Redemption'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-1361879556296686073</id><published>2008-05-30T21:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T21:34:34.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray that I don't crack</title><content type='html'>Moving out of my apartment caused me to review the year that I spent living there.  I'm very thankful for what I have learned about myself and more importantly what I have learned about God during the past year.  Most of what I've learned about God has just been in the past few months.  I thought I knew Him before, but now I am just amazed and baffled and realize that I don't have anything figured out. All I know is this:  God is going to love and extend His grace to me whether or not I want Him too.  He has picked me up out of the dirt even while I was still contemplating rolling around in the mud.  On Sunday, Pastor Hal described it as feeling the tears of the Father on my sinful neck.  It is something that is pretty hard to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.isntlifeterrible.com/uploaded_images/Dinah-holds-pressure-cooker-Standard-e-mail-view-772187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.isntlifeterrible.com/uploaded_images/Dinah-holds-pressure-cooker-Standard-e-mail-view-772187.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I was originally thinking about when I started writing this post was that I feel like I'm in a pressure cooker right now.  With moving out, finishing my Maymester class, working out the new living situation and thinking about job interviews...I feel like the pressure is just building and building.  Last night, as I laid down on my air mattress to go to sleep, I cried for a few minutes just to release the pressure.  I kind of thought of it like a steam valve that needed opening so I wouldn't explode.  So I'm pretty stressed and that's ok because these are stressful things I am dealing with.  I just keep praying that I don't crack.  I haven't so far, I've pretty much held it together without the aid of any chemical substances (well...there has been a good amount of caffeine involved).  So I know that the help must be from above.  I have been praying and praying that God will give me the strength, energy and focus to be able to get all of these things done without a major breakdown.  I have to trust Him because I feel like there is no other choice.  Especially with the job and living issues because I did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; initiate those things this week.  He brought forth opportunities in both of those areas on Monday and it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; my doing.  So I'm not getting anxious about them just yet.  It's all going to be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-1361879556296686073?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1361879556296686073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=1361879556296686073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1361879556296686073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1361879556296686073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/pray-that-i-dont-crack.html' title='Pray that I don&apos;t crack'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-1358982146093021866</id><published>2008-05-28T23:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:11:27.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a short break from packing.  The movers are coming tomorrow and I'm not finished yet!  I get weary every few hours, so I try to take short breaks to rest and get motivated again.  I've already packed all of my kitchen utensils and I don't have much food here. So for my midnight snack I'm having frozen blueberries that are turning my fingers purple, and the last little bit of Pinot Grigio served in a Locos kiddie cup that didn't get packed yet.  So random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As many of you know, I am not at all an organized person.  I am actually a self-proclaimed pack rat and there in no rhyme or reason to the things I keep in drawers for years.  So I'm quite proud of myself for the amount of things I have actually thrown away this week without a moment's hesitation!  I'm especially proud that I didn't waste time reading all the notes or details of what I once considered "keepsakes."  I just tossed them.  I still have a bunch of stuff....letters and notes from people that are still so special to me, photos, books, etc.  So I keep going back to the store to buy more boxes because I honestly didn't realize that I have so much stuff!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to come up with a "Top 10 things that make packing fun" list, just to amuse myself while I'm working on this.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2007/10/03/Bubblewrap460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2007/10/03/Bubblewrap460.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I only came up with 2 fun things, 1) finding unexpected items--like the match to a shoe I've been missing for a while or sometimes even some money! Most of the money I've found are euros which is worth way more than the dollar. 2) Using bubble wrap.  Although I'm trying &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/font&gt; to pop the bubbles because I want the stuff to be protected, I still smile when I hear it go "pop" accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this clip of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHMHWC_B4cw"&gt;Mr. Bean Packing&lt;/a&gt;. It's on YouTube but does not allow embedding so you'll have to follow the link. I can kind of relate to his problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-1358982146093021866?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1358982146093021866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=1358982146093021866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1358982146093021866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1358982146093021866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-9175601281835768886</id><published>2008-05-16T23:32:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:00:32.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skee Ball and Microfiche</title><content type='html'>The past few days have really brought back memories of childhood.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SC5TYLUOl6I/AAAAAAAAACs/CWQPrfjGZtk/s1600-h/Microfiche_card.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SC5TYLUOl6I/AAAAAAAAACs/CWQPrfjGZtk/s200/Microfiche_card.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201186294479099810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, I was doing research in the library for my thesis.  And the articles and papers I needed to look at are stored in the basement of the library on microfiche!  I can't remember why I even used the microfiche machine when I was little, but I do remember that I used it at the county library for some kind of research project.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SC5TObUOl5I/AAAAAAAAACk/wsUaIFPxLI0/s1600-h/microfiche.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SC5TObUOl5I/AAAAAAAAACk/wsUaIFPxLI0/s200/microfiche.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201186126975375250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was at the gas station spending a fortune to fill up my tank.  Their digital credit card machine was out of order so the guy had to use the hand-held machine.  I had no idea what it's called--but you know the one....where they make an imprint of your card number and name on the carbon paper.  That was flashback to the 80s number two.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third reminder of how much fun that decade was came when a couple of my friends decided that happy hour was the same as always and kind of boring today.  Somehow we started talking about Skee Ball and how much fun it is. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SC5UcLUOl7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/B4lCnXTsCXo/s1600-h/skeeball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right;margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SC5UcLUOl7I/AAAAAAAAAC0/B4lCnXTsCXo/s200/skeeball.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201187462710204338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   So we ditched the bar and went to Chuck E Cheese where we were surprise to find two things: 1) the pizza is really not that terrible (no worse than Little Italy) and 2) they sell beer and wine at Chuck E Cheese!?  We did not partake in those refreshments because we would rather spend our money on tokens for Skee Ball than on beer and wine who brand and vintage is not even specified!  We thought that it must not be very good.  Three 20-somethings and 54 tokens later, we ended up with around 225 tickets.  I did not recall that the tickets really don't get you anything of value at Chuck E Cheese.  So we spent 150 tickets on a bag of cotton candy and gave the other 75 to little kids who were collecting them and saving them up for some big pillow or something.  We ate cotton candy and looked at shoes in the store next door until our stomach's ached from all the sugar and air.  Overall, it was one of the most fun and random evenings I've spent in a long time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This week just felt a little more like 1988 than 2008 at times.  I didn't mind though because I loved being 8 yrs. old and lip syncing Debbie Gibson songs.  Maybe I'll just record that new song "Bleeding Love" from the radio onto a cassette tape, pop it in my Walkman and complete this strange week of throwbacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-9175601281835768886?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9175601281835768886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=9175601281835768886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/9175601281835768886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/9175601281835768886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/skee-ball-and-microfiche.html' title='Skee Ball and Microfiche'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SC5TYLUOl6I/AAAAAAAAACs/CWQPrfjGZtk/s72-c/Microfiche_card.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-7969713200330569126</id><published>2008-05-07T14:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:49:37.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at me! How dare you look at me!?</title><content type='html'>I'm going to participate in a panel for the &lt;a href="http://www.cw2008.uga.edu/"&gt;Computers and Writing conference&lt;/a&gt; held at &lt;a href="http://www.uga.edu/"&gt;UGA&lt;/a&gt; at the end of May.  I will be talking about &lt;a href="http://artsci.wustl.edu/~ptrolard/show/rclDesc.html"&gt;RCLGA&lt;/a&gt; but I was just browsing through some of the other papers people are giving at this conference, and I came across a panel titled "Look at Me! How Dare You Look at Me!: Identity, Representation and the Digital Communicative Act."  I thought this was a hilarious title that describes so accurately what we see happening with blogs and social networking websites these days.  Here is a quote from &lt;a href="http://www.stpt.usf.edu/coas/english/faculty_information/s.morgangresham.htm"&gt;Morgan Gresham&lt;/a&gt;'s proposal for this panel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Our voyeur culture totally feeds into our need to tell everyone/anyone about ourselves – only to become upset when our privacy is invaded. If people are now destined to share *everything*, then some of us are now destined to control, to hide, to deny everything. Fear of self-disclosure is problematic as it is audience awareness to the extreme. Identity is something we piece together and we perform; identity is composed. That is why it is hard to create an online space. 1) We don't know who we want to be, and 2) We don't know who will be seeing the identity that is created in a particular space."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I really started to think about when I was a high school teacher.  One of my students posted on his blog very violent details about how he wanted to kill me.  I'm sure it never crossed his mind that I might read what he had written when I "googled" my own name.  But he obviously wanted &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; to read it, just not me.  The problem with the internet is that, even though some sites have privacy settings and controls, we really never know who is reading our stuff. So,  like the above quote identifies, we have no idea who our audience is. And so much of what we actually say in life is determined by our audience.  I'm not going to go into the philosophical or psychological implications of identity that follow from that.  But the truth is, I have no idea who is really even reading this post right now!  It seems like so many people want to show of their lives on the internet but then get really offended when people actually look to see what they've posted.  I'm not saying it's wrong to have these conflicting feelings...it's just kind of bizarre, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something to ponder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-7969713200330569126?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7969713200330569126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=7969713200330569126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/7969713200330569126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/7969713200330569126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-at-me-how-dare-you-look-at-me.html' title='Look at me! How dare you look at me!?'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-6674343068016667238</id><published>2008-05-06T13:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:46:17.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kudos to Dr. K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vb25saW5lYXRoZW5zLmNvbS9zdG9yaWVzLzA1MDMwOC91Z2FuZXdzXzIwMDgwNTAzMDA3ODUuc2h0bWw="&gt;&lt;b&gt;OnlineAthens.com | UGANews | Preserving the spoken word focus of linguistics project 05/03/08&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:smaller; font-weight:normal;" href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vb25saW5lYXRoZW5zLmNvbS9zdG9yaWVzLzA1MDMwOC91Z2FuZXdzXzIwMDgwNTAzMDA3ODUuc2h0bWw="&gt;http://onlineathens.com/stories/050308/uganews_200...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://onlineathens.com/images/050308/32245_512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://onlineathens.com/images/050308/32245_512.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This article is about my professor and the Linguistic Atlas Project. I will be working with the project for my Masters thesis.  I'm so excited about the grant and that it has been publicized so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-6674343068016667238?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6674343068016667238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=6674343068016667238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6674343068016667238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6674343068016667238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/kudos-to-dr-k.html' title='Kudos to Dr. K'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-1417908607221900113</id><published>2008-05-06T07:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:48:19.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching My Breath</title><content type='html'>Once again, I am taking my semester right down to the wire.  I just finished a project that is due in about an hour and a half.  But I really don't think I completely procrastinated on this one.  I mean, I did have a partner to work with, which always changes the way I work on things.   Anyway, it's done.  I feel good about it.  I think we did a good job.  My part just happened to be the last part and it took me longer than expected to get everything in our XML file to validate against the DTD and transform correctly through XSL.  If those letters mean nothing to you, just ignore them.  If you know what I'm talking about, then you probably understand why it took me longer than expected to get all of those things working together since I'm such an amateur.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SCBCTDNCvUI/AAAAAAAAACc/s8dJIM_Gqso/s1600-h/EdMolMoving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SCBCTDNCvUI/AAAAAAAAACc/s8dJIM_Gqso/s320/EdMolMoving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197226865030511938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'm catching my breath very briefly before I go take a shower, then present our project, then start cleaning my apartment and throwing stuff away so that Michelle can come and help me pack tomorrow.  I can't believe how excited she is about packing up all of my things.  She was talking about packing with me the way I would talk about going on vacation to the beach or something!  I'm so glad that someone enjoys it though and that we are all made differently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to write something here to explain that I haven't disappeared.  I'm just busy busy busy these days!  And if you want to help pack or paint, you know where to find me! (I hope)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-1417908607221900113?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1417908607221900113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=1417908607221900113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1417908607221900113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1417908607221900113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-my-breath.html' title='Catching My Breath'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SCBCTDNCvUI/AAAAAAAAACc/s8dJIM_Gqso/s72-c/EdMolMoving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-2263539290372639388</id><published>2008-04-27T21:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:01:19.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory in my Valley</title><content type='html'>Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly,&lt;br /&gt;You have brought me to the valley of vision, where I live in the depths but see&lt;br /&gt;You in the heights; hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold Your glory.&lt;br /&gt;Let me learn by paradox&lt;br /&gt;That the way down is the way up,&lt;br /&gt;That to be low is to be high,&lt;br /&gt;That the broken heart is the healed heart,&lt;br /&gt;That the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit,&lt;br /&gt;That the repenting soul is the victorious soul,&lt;br /&gt;That to have nothing is to possess all,&lt;br /&gt;That to bear the cross is to wear the crown,&lt;br /&gt;That to give is to receive,&lt;br /&gt;That the valley is the place of vision.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells,&lt;br /&gt;And the deeper the wells, the brighter Your stars shine;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let me find Your light in my darkness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life in my death,&lt;br /&gt;Your joy in my sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Your grace in my sin,&lt;br /&gt;Your riches in my poverty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your glory in my valley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This was in the "Worship Meditation" section of our bulletins at church today at &lt;a href="http://www.redeemathens.com"&gt;Redeemer Presbyterian&lt;/a&gt;.  I changed all the "Thy"s to "You"s to make it a little more personal to me.  And it pretty much sums up my most honest prayers about my own life these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-2263539290372639388?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2263539290372639388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=2263539290372639388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2263539290372639388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/2263539290372639388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/preparation-for-worship.html' title='Glory in my Valley'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-8352379445948665570</id><published>2008-04-25T17:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:17:15.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather's survey</title><content type='html'>Heather posted this on her blog and challenge me to do it too, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to graduate from high school and participating in all of the Senior Year activities, that go along with that (mostly being obnoxious with Sharon, my BFF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things on my To Do List:&lt;br /&gt;-make dinner&lt;br /&gt;-finish my DTD extension for my Humanities Computing project&lt;br /&gt;-decide where to live for the next 2 months&lt;br /&gt;-vacuum out my car&lt;br /&gt;-register for summer and fall classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;strawberries&lt;br /&gt;cheese and crackers&lt;br /&gt;yogurt&lt;br /&gt;ice cream (is that a real snack?)&lt;br /&gt;grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I would do if I were a Billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;-give lots to all my friends in ministry who raise support&lt;br /&gt;-pay off all my debt&lt;br /&gt;-take a trip around the world&lt;br /&gt;-hire a maid&lt;br /&gt;-eat fancy dinners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Bad Habits:&lt;br /&gt;-biting my lip&lt;br /&gt;-eating too much sugar&lt;br /&gt;-not answering my phone&lt;br /&gt;-leaving dishes in the sink&lt;br /&gt;-falling asleep with the TV on&lt;br /&gt;(those are just the ones I'll actually admit to...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Places I've Lived:&lt;br /&gt;-Marietta, GA&lt;br /&gt;-Powder Springs, GA&lt;br /&gt;-Athens, GA&lt;br /&gt;-Paris, France&lt;br /&gt;-Pisa, Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Jobs I've Had:&lt;br /&gt;-retail at clothing and gift stores.&lt;br /&gt;-waitress at Taco Mac&lt;br /&gt;-After-school program at various elementary schools&lt;br /&gt;-intern with Campus Crusade for Christ&lt;br /&gt;-high school French teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all my friends who have blogs have to do it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-8352379445948665570?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8352379445948665570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=8352379445948665570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/8352379445948665570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/8352379445948665570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/heathers-survey.html' title='Heather&apos;s survey'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-6169847411553979176</id><published>2008-04-25T17:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:07:13.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun-filled Day</title><content type='html'>I'm staying with Michelle and Dan's kids this weekend while they are out of town.  They left this early this morning and although I am a little tired, I'm having lots of fun being "Aunt" Becca.  This morning we had milk and cereal for breakfast while they all sang the song they know about this topic by G. Love and Special Sauce.  Then we did home-schooling work.  After that I took the two youngest kids to a friend's house so they could go with them to pick strawberries at Washington Farms.  While they were gone, another child went to stay at a friend's house and I was left with the two oldest at lunchtime.  We needed to go pick up a birthday gift for a party tomorrow and we decided to have lunch at Chik-fil-A&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SBJQ1DNCvTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r4g6MaZHfbw/s1600-h/chik-fil-a_trans.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SBJQ1DNCvTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r4g6MaZHfbw/s200/chik-fil-a_trans.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193302192634903858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; since we were going to be right there! I think this was a real treat for these two older kids.  AND they were passing out samples of their new flavor of milkshake, so we each had a taste of Coffee Caramel Milkshake for dessert! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the house, the two youngest kids came back with their fresh strawberries and we all put on our swimsuits and rushed over to the pool at my apartment complex.  We had the pool all to ourselves this afternoon so that was nice, but the water was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Little Hope's lips were quivering but she still wanted to swim.  After we got all tired out from that, we drove back to the house and decided that the perfect snack after swimming would be a Scooby-Doo cheese and a peppermint brownie cookie with milk. It really hit the spot!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more kids have gone now to spend the night with friends and I just have the two youngest kids here at the house.  They are watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SBJQiDNCvSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oBL6m3cD2pA/s1600-h/mermaid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SBJQiDNCvSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oBL6m3cD2pA/s200/mermaid.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193301866217389346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which I'm pretty sure they had never seen before I brought it over earlier this week.  I don't mind watching it because it has always been one of my favorite movies....well, since 1989 or so when it first came out....and I know all the songs by heart!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably go to bed at 8pm when the kids do because I'm not used to all this running around and having fun.  But it has been a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-6169847411553979176?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6169847411553979176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=6169847411553979176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6169847411553979176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6169847411553979176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-filled-day.html' title='Fun-filled Day'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R5cib43Mii4/SBJQ1DNCvTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r4g6MaZHfbw/s72-c/chik-fil-a_trans.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-1906802838340965714</id><published>2008-04-17T12:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:35:55.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting for Joy</title><content type='html'>I'm reading a book by &lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/Blog"&gt;John Piper&lt;/a&gt; called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When You Don't Desire God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something he has to say:&lt;br /&gt;"The fight for joy is the struggle to trust God with the burdens of life. It’s a fight for freedom from worry. It’s a fight for hope and peace and joy, which are all threatened by unbelief and doubt about God’s promises...It’s a way of saying that&lt;br /&gt;we are weak and desperately need the mercy of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to think about this a little more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-1906802838340965714?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1906802838340965714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=1906802838340965714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1906802838340965714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/1906802838340965714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/fighting-for-joy.html' title='Fighting for Joy'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-9177706040124353965</id><published>2008-04-16T04:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T04:43:05.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia and Bizarre Dreams</title><content type='html'>First, let me say that I'm really surprised people are actually reading this blog! Maybe I'm more interesting that I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now I can't sleep.  I've been trying to go back to sleep for about an hour, and that gets really boring and frustrating.  Then I got hungry.... So what does one do at 4am when one cannot sleep?  I'm eating yogurt, watching the news (who knew the news starts on CBS at 4am?), and catching up on anything I might have missed on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.  It's too late for me to take something to help me go back to sleep, so I just have to find something to do.  Yesterday I woke up really early and started reading one of my library books for my thesis research.  It was actually very entertaining and interesting to me and I thought 'I should do this more often when I can't sleep.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can't sleep.  Most of the time it's hard for me to fall asleep because my mind is just racing thinking about things and I can't get it to stop.  It's not that I'm really worried about anything, I just have a head full of thoughts.  But right now, I'm not really thinking about anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago, I had a dream about my mom's puppies.  She breeds Cocker Spaniels and English Toy Spaniels.  She actually has a website called &lt;a href="http://www.dawgpatch.org"&gt;Dawgpatch&lt;/a&gt; with lots of cute pictures and information about puppies.  My dad calls the English Toys "monkey-faced rat dogs" because they have sunken in noses and beady eyes. The puppies are actually really cute and sweet, but it's still funny that he calls them this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dawgpatch.org/images/Emma;s%20puppies4%202-2-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px;" src="http://www.dawgpatch.org/images/Emma;s%20puppies4%202-2-08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my dream, someone was getting a puppy from my mom, but the puppy was acting really wierd and pooping all over the place and getting into everything, being really bad and not acting much like a sweet little lap-dog puppy.  So she took the puppy to the vet and had all kinds of tests run on it, only to discover that the puppy was actually half monkey!  The vet said (remember this is a dream) that a monkey must have wandered into my parents yard and bred with the mother of these puppies and produced monkey puppies!  So mom had to call all of the other new owners and tell them they had monkeys and not pure-breed English Toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream was so vivid that when I woke up, I actually thought this had happened until I was alert enough to realize that this is ridiculous!  I immediately called my mom to tell her about my hilarious dream.  I don't think she enjoyed it quite as much as I did, but my dad sure did laugh when I told him that I dreamed that the "monkey-faced rat dogs" really were monkeys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which is better, insomnia or crazy dreams?  At least I am entertained by my dreams....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-9177706040124353965?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9177706040124353965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=9177706040124353965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/9177706040124353965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/9177706040124353965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/insomnia-and-bizarre-dreams.html' title='Insomnia and Bizarre Dreams'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-8030151425555100974</id><published>2008-04-13T00:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:56:04.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Templates and Themes</title><content type='html'>If you haven't found this out about me yet, I'm definitely the kind of person who wants to know how everything works.  It's usually not enough for people to give me facts. I always want to know why or get some kind of background information.  I take things apart just to see how they're made and then see if I can put them back together.  I do this with abstract concepts too, like languages with their syntax and grammar as well as theological arguments.  It can be a blessing and a curse all at the same time.  On one hand, I'm hardly ever bored--but on the other hand, I have trouble sleeping at night because I never stop thinking about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is essentially what is so fascinating to me about computer programming and especially web sites.  Today I spent more time than I should have fiddling with CSS codes to try and create this really cool layout I have here on my blog now.  I actually went to the &lt;a href="http://csszengarden.com/"&gt;CSS Zen Garden&lt;/a&gt; website for inspiration and ideas.  I found one of the designs that didn't quite make the cut and used a lot of codes from that design.  I used Photoshop to create the background where it looks like handwritten notes about this blog.  I guess what is really important is that I had fun doing it.  And now I am really proud of the way my blog looks.  I think it also reflects more of my personality than the original classic template I had.  I'm sure I will decide to change it in the next few months and find a new challenge in CSS.  That's what happened with my MySpace profile--as soon as I finally had my profile coded the way I wanted it, I was ready to change it already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also added one of my favorite songs by Patty Griffin to the page.  Please feel free to silence that if it annoys you.  I realize that people often prefer silence during their web browsing, so there is the option of the pause button.  Thanks for checking out my new design!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-8030151425555100974?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8030151425555100974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=8030151425555100974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/8030151425555100974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/8030151425555100974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-with-templates-and-themes.html' title='Fun with Templates and Themes'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-6981672480084593763</id><published>2008-04-09T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:57:28.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So many websites....</title><content type='html'>I just updated my Facebook profile to add the URL to this site.  Then I started to wonder why I feel like I have to be all over the internet.  It would probably be easier to just have one site with different pages for different things (blog, professional stuff, etc).  But for some reason, I have 4 different pages. However, two of those pages are part of "social networking" sites so I really don't have the option of moving that information.  It just kind of baffling to me how everyone is on the internet now, not just using the internet, but also featured in various websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I like having all of these different pages because I'm curious about how they work.  It's really fun for me to try to create my own layouts and widgets and take them apart to look at the code and all the pieces.  So there's my justification for have 4 websites....none of them being particularly interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-6981672480084593763?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6981672480084593763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=6981672480084593763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6981672480084593763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/6981672480084593763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-many-website.html' title='So many websites....'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-902923477924683348.post-3568485235361416938</id><published>2008-04-07T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:01:20.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing a Blog</title><content type='html'>I heard somewhere that the average reader per blog is 1.  Only one reader per blog.  I don't know if that is including the author of the blog, but I thought it was pretty sad.  So I have this blog that I was not planning on doing anything with.  But I'm just curious to see if anyone will read it.  We'll see.  I wasn't going to blog about anything because I don't think my life is all that interesting to people who don't know me well. And for those who do know me well, I just tell them what's going on instead of writing it in a blog.  So I don't know what I will post here, but I'm sure I'll think of something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/902923477924683348-3568485235361416938?l=bbopsworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3568485235361416938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=902923477924683348&amp;postID=3568485235361416938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/3568485235361416938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/902923477924683348/posts/default/3568485235361416938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbopsworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-heard-somewhere-that-average-reader.html' title='Writing a Blog'/><author><name>Rebecca V</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10053112239833376219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R5cib43Mii4/R_zYlW3hs8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSaCECIAXkY/S220/becca2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
