<?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-4104483100290904710</id><updated>2012-02-04T16:40:10.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-6446140432356789052</id><published>2010-06-06T17:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:31:33.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Approved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/TAwtrIqXqyI/AAAAAAAAA0A/OHUo6pW3KEI/s1600/the_proposal03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/TAwtrIqXqyI/AAAAAAAAA0A/OHUo6pW3KEI/s320/the_proposal03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479805065685871394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex and I had our immigration interview this week and we got approved!! Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of people have asked us if the interview is really like what you see in the movie "The Proposal." The answer is yes and no. Yes, they asked us questions, but they were really easy questions (Most of which we had already answered in all our paperwork. It was like she just wanted to confirm what we put down was true.) She confirmed that all the originals of our documents matched the copies of them that we had provided, and that was pretty much it! So no separate rooms, interrogating us about who sleeps on which side of the bed and what color toothbrush the other uses. Apparently, they only do that if they become suspicious of your situation or something just doesn't add up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so excited for the progress that we can make now that we have gotten through the toughest part of this whole process! Thanks for all the good lucks that were sent our way. We surely feel blessed to have had everything go so smoothly for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-6446140432356789052?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/6446140432356789052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=6446140432356789052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6446140432356789052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6446140432356789052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2010/06/approved.html' title='Approved!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/TAwtrIqXqyI/AAAAAAAAA0A/OHUo6pW3KEI/s72-c/the_proposal03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-433786633791347171</id><published>2010-05-19T01:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T01:54:57.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Background</title><content type='html'>I decided that with all the gloominess of the past week's events (and even the weather outside!) I needed a new blog background. And what better category to search than "summer." I'm hoping we get to go to the beach once this summer. If not, I'll just have to come to my blog and pretend. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking about California a lot lately. It's been so long since I lived there that it seems like a totally different life. Going back is always refreshing and it does feel a little like home, but I don't know if I'd fit there anymore. I don't really know where I fit anymore, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely feeling a little lost...definitely needing some beach time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-433786633791347171?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/433786633791347171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=433786633791347171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/433786633791347171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/433786633791347171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-background.html' title='New Background'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8335791561686859520</id><published>2010-05-15T13:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:20:04.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I realized this morning that I feel like this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S-7zpdRTQ_I/AAAAAAAAAzw/3JbpBOaNJpA/s1600/rice_krispies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S-7zpdRTQ_I/AAAAAAAAAzw/3JbpBOaNJpA/s400/rice_krispies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471578490859111410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snap! Crackle! Pop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-8335791561686859520?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8335791561686859520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8335791561686859520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8335791561686859520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8335791561686859520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-realized-this-morning-that-i-feel.html' title='I realized this morning that I feel like this....'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S-7zpdRTQ_I/AAAAAAAAAzw/3JbpBOaNJpA/s72-c/rice_krispies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-6899763680467488609</id><published>2010-05-13T20:37:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:58:47.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of the Most Painful Week of my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once upon a time, a dear family member offered us a "free" washer and dryer. After helping to move it into our house on Saturday, I realized my back was sore later that night. By Sunday night I was in some pain. And by Monday morning I literally could not get out of bed. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Monday morning I literally hobbled to the chiropractor and discovered that I have a "massive ligament sprain" in my lower left back. I have never been in so much constant pain before in my life. I could not strand up straight and have had to use a cane to get around. Getting out of bed, putting on clothes, sitting, standing, lying down, and doing practically everything else has literally been excruciating. I had no idea some people live in so much pain. I have much more sympathy for people with back injuries now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, after missing a week of work and spending hundreds of dollars at the chiropractor, I introduce our "free" washer and dryer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Culprit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S-y4X7hfzjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7qjiGWumVJU/s1600/washer+and+dryer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S-y4X7hfzjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7qjiGWumVJU/s400/washer+and+dryer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470950368603000370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;and My New Best Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S-y47mGAglI/AAAAAAAAAzo/sfeazao3yF8/s400/cane.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470950981325849170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Thankfully, the washer and dryer work wonderfully, as my dear sweet husband found out doing all of our laundry this week at home!! I am starting to feel better, but still have some tough treatment ahead of me for full recovery. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-6899763680467488609?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/6899763680467488609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=6899763680467488609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6899763680467488609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6899763680467488609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2010/05/tale-of-most-painful-week-of-my-life.html' title='The Tale of the Most Painful Week of my Life'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S-y4X7hfzjI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7qjiGWumVJU/s72-c/washer+and+dryer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-6934472860594822160</id><published>2010-02-14T19:53:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:43:32.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our house was pretty much put together three days after we got home from our honeymoon, but it's taken me this long to get pictures of it! But now you can see all our little additions, including our fish tank, which was Alex's Christmas present. So here's the grand tour...&lt;br /&gt;(and I mean GRAND)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i5poD3R9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/Eh5GvSij3eI/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i5poD3R9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/Eh5GvSij3eI/s400/IMG_0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438300674829273042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you walk in the front door, there's a staircase going down and one going up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i5qbB-I3I/AAAAAAAAAwM/jGvp1ZcQleY/s1600-h/IMG_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i5qbB-I3I/AAAAAAAAAwM/jGvp1ZcQleY/s400/IMG_0378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438300688511542130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our plant from our wedding and the letters are from our wedding too. Ok, and ALL the pictures with black frames that you see are from the wedding. Didn't want all that to go to waste, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i5q2a8BqI/AAAAAAAAAwU/1c8gk0yI-Mw/s1600-h/IMG_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i5q2a8BqI/AAAAAAAAAwU/1c8gk0yI-Mw/s400/IMG_0379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438300695864018594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our "black and white" wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i7V9fxfiI/AAAAAAAAAws/3YMiyiyIZhU/s1600-h/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i7V9fxfiI/AAAAAAAAAws/3YMiyiyIZhU/s400/IMG_0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438302536009350690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you come down the stairs, you are looking straight at our laundry room/half bathroom that has no washer and dryer (donations accepted!). We still managed to fill it with lots of stuff, including most of our shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i7WSH1XoI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Pq6hzlszu74/s1600-h/IMG_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i7WSH1XoI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Pq6hzlszu74/s400/IMG_0375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438302541546086018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the "half bathroom" part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i5rYif6kI/AAAAAAAAAwk/TsgkRq4YBYw/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i5rYif6kI/AAAAAAAAAwk/TsgkRq4YBYw/s400/IMG_0373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438300705022536258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That door at the bottom of the stairs is a closet plus storage that goes all the way around until that door next to the t.v. I love  storage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i8vIcPt8I/AAAAAAAAAxE/uz4diYybDK8/s400/IMG_0371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438304067955701698" border="0" /&gt;Here's the other wall of the family room. Again, wedding leftovers. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i8ugsNY9I/AAAAAAAAAw8/r9cDWFmax70/s1600-h/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i8ugsNY9I/AAAAAAAAAw8/r9cDWFmax70/s400/IMG_0370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438304057285239762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite rooms in our house! I love our yellow couches and our GORGEOUS painting of Rio de Janeiro that a friend painted and gave to us as a wedding present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i8vtfPeTI/AAAAAAAAAxU/SyABUA54lYM/s1600-h/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i8vtfPeTI/AAAAAAAAAxU/SyABUA54lYM/s400/IMG_0372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438304077900380466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close up of the painting and our office/music room. Yeah, we got it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i9uTUDgtI/AAAAAAAAAxc/G5MwrlJ3M4k/s1600-h/IMG_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i9uTUDgtI/AAAAAAAAAxc/G5MwrlJ3M4k/s400/IMG_0365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438305153205895890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Off of the family room is the dining "room." I LOVE our table...pub height, just like we wanted, and a surprise present from Alex's aunts when we got home from our honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i9ur3ru-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/O-bQmcdxI40/s1600-h/IMG_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i9ur3ru-I/AAAAAAAAAxk/O-bQmcdxI40/s400/IMG_0367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438305159797783522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In about five seconds you are going to see how small our kitchen is, so this was my way of creatively handling the kitchen storage shortage. I really like how it turned out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i9u9VWvKI/AAAAAAAAAxs/WGc7UG7wWew/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i9u9VWvKI/AAAAAAAAAxs/WGc7UG7wWew/s400/IMG_0366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438305164485639330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our kitchen! It's small, but I actually really like it. A little more counter top would be nice, but we make due. The other night we have four chefs in here, and it still worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i9vADig6I/AAAAAAAAAx0/4qhgV8PWg5s/s1600-h/IMG_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i9vADig6I/AAAAAAAAAx0/4qhgV8PWg5s/s400/IMG_0382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438305165216220066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we have completed our tour of downstairs. So starting at the front door again, going upstairs you see this. (Decorated for Valentine's Day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i9vZdh-3I/AAAAAAAAAx8/_UEXp9yMYx4/s1600-h/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i9vZdh-3I/AAAAAAAAAx8/_UEXp9yMYx4/s400/IMG_0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438305172036123506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our exciting hallway! HeHeHe. Off to the left is the bathroom, off to the right is the linen closet and master bedroom, and straight ahead you can see into the guest room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i_XHer67I/AAAAAAAAAyU/P18yPic_H50/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i_XHer67I/AAAAAAAAAyU/P18yPic_H50/s400/IMG_0402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438306953915526066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heading into the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i_WkpE1iI/AAAAAAAAAyE/TBJnfqhZFpU/s1600-h/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i_WkpE1iI/AAAAAAAAAyE/TBJnfqhZFpU/s400/IMG_0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438306944563861026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, short on storage, so we made an addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i_W7VI15I/AAAAAAAAAyM/fp3cj-j-KnY/s1600-h/IMG_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i_W7VI15I/AAAAAAAAAyM/fp3cj-j-KnY/s400/IMG_0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438306950654252946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've got a beach theme going on, complete with palm trees on the shower curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i_XkTs9dI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Tua0UaUEfHc/s1600-h/IMG_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i_XkTs9dI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Tua0UaUEfHc/s400/IMG_0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438306961654085074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving clockwise, here's the guest bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i_X3FMeCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/oRkoUYJxMQk/s1600-h/IMG_0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i_X3FMeCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/oRkoUYJxMQk/s400/IMG_0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438306966693509154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta show the Brazilian pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3jAdLyHBcI/AAAAAAAAAys/_FG05CLvSmI/s1600-h/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3jAdLyHBcI/AAAAAAAAAys/_FG05CLvSmI/s400/IMG_0392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438308157661578690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bookcase and the one closet that shall remain closed. Probably always. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3jAdcJl8DI/AAAAAAAAAy0/tUu0tDOve20/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3jAdcJl8DI/AAAAAAAAAy0/tUu0tDOve20/s400/IMG_0396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438308162055041074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And our room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3jAdo5M7hI/AAAAAAAAAy8/XErDXVwvr_s/s1600-h/IMG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3jAdo5M7hI/AAAAAAAAAy8/XErDXVwvr_s/s400/IMG_0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438308165475954194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of Alex's friends gave us this bedroom set when he left for Utah State. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3jAd1dHYZI/AAAAAAAAAzE/krRmB7PR8hM/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3jAd1dHYZI/AAAAAAAAAzE/krRmB7PR8hM/s400/IMG_0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438308168847810962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was hazy the day I took these pictures, but out this window we have a gorgeous view of the mountains! I'll get a better picture one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3jAePC_x9I/AAAAAAAAAzM/XvUNCBYmI3s/s1600-h/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3jAePC_x9I/AAAAAAAAAzM/XvUNCBYmI3s/s400/IMG_0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438308175717582802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least, our gorgeous closet! Alex made this up all by himself. It's so nice and it actually stays that way. Amazing, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's our house. I LOVE IT! If I could, I'd spend more time than I do here every week. But it's a great place to come home to and I love making memories here.&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/4104483100290904710-6934472860594822160?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/6934472860594822160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=6934472860594822160' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6934472860594822160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6934472860594822160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-house.html' title='Our House!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/S3i5poD3R9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/Eh5GvSij3eI/s72-c/IMG_0380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-3531265243091230413</id><published>2010-01-23T14:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:19:33.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pictures!</title><content type='html'>I've finally posted wedding pictures! It took me for-eh-va to post them on FB, so I'm just going to link from there to here. Hope you can forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's from the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2314018&amp;amp;id=17820646&amp;amp;l=a05de7c792"&gt;temple&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2314022&amp;amp;id=17820646&amp;amp;l=19300cd3bc"&gt;reception&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't thank everyone that helped with the reception enough!! My vision totally came to pass and that wouldn't have happened without all your help. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like the pictures! And if you want my help planning a wedding ever, please let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-3531265243091230413?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/3531265243091230413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=3531265243091230413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3531265243091230413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3531265243091230413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2010/01/wedding-pictures.html' title='Wedding Pictures!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-6064743053192295822</id><published>2009-10-04T02:01:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:54:48.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Pictures--So fun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SshYLUBLTuI/AAAAAAAAAp8/l6gGQfRpRrE/s1600-h/0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SshYLUBLTuI/AAAAAAAAAp8/l6gGQfRpRrE/s400/0187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388653905524248290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SshYBuo1xcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/pzaj4IZxHYI/s1600-h/0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SshYBuo1xcI/AAAAAAAAAp0/pzaj4IZxHYI/s400/0174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388653740871239106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/StQHUpDZqGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RJkuKs7HS34/s1600-h/0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/StQHUpDZqGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RJkuKs7HS34/s400/0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391942705068222562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SshYBIrgcnI/AAAAAAAAAps/uxLXpn7YfrE/s1600-h/0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SshYBIrgcnI/AAAAAAAAAps/uxLXpn7YfrE/s400/0168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388653730681877106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SshYA1LfFBI/AAAAAAAAApk/dPopV7XYSU0/s1600-h/0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SshYA1LfFBI/AAAAAAAAApk/dPopV7XYSU0/s400/0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388653725447296018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SshYAWmVo8I/AAAAAAAAApc/MSQEZsCDgvI/s1600-h/0162_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/Sjyf6MVpyfI/AAAAAAAAAks/T4mcJq8sH0k/s400/21+Strip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349326279502580210" 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/4104483100290904710-2128529671980769851?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/2128529671980769851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=2128529671980769851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2128529671980769851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2128529671980769851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2009/06/las-vegas-in-pictures.html' title='Las Vegas in Pictures'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SjyghrmaU3I/AAAAAAAAAm8/ALHMijgp9EA/s72-c/1+Road+Trip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8490326290295253381</id><published>2009-06-06T11:43:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:39:52.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensativo</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Cambria Math"; 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I am in the position to transfer the sum of (TWENTY SEVEN MILLION&lt;br /&gt;US DOLLARS ONLY) which I have written a memo informing the government that&lt;br /&gt;this fund belongs to a contractor waiting to be paid its contract sum; I&lt;br /&gt;want to invest this fund into your company. We are transferring this fund&lt;br /&gt;as an investment fund from South Africa to your country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fund will be shared on the ratio of 60-40%; 40% for you on the&lt;br /&gt;assistance rendered please note that this fund will not be investigated or&lt;br /&gt;recalled in the near feature as all document to move this fund to your&lt;br /&gt;account will be legally obtain. You are to send me your company name and&lt;br /&gt;address with your bank details where you want the fund to be transfer to.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you agree I will send you my number to reach me. I want you to&lt;br /&gt;keep this private to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be assured that this is a legitimate fund and will be transferred&lt;br /&gt;legitimately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your anticipated cooperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. David MacLawrence&lt;br /&gt;South Africa Civil Aviation Authority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Attention : Please Contact Mr. Ellis Bryan Concerning Your Bank Draft Of $650,000.00.‏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am using this opportunity to thank you for your effort to our unfinished&lt;br /&gt;transfer of fund into your account,You may not understand why this mail&lt;br /&gt;came to you. But if you do not remember me, you might have received an&lt;br /&gt;email from me in the past regarding a multi-million-dollar business&lt;br /&gt;proposal which we never concluded. I want to inform you that I have&lt;br /&gt;successfully transferred the Cheque out of the company to someone else who&lt;br /&gt;was capable of assisting me in this great venture. Due to your effort,&lt;br /&gt;sincerity, courage and trustworthiness you showed during the course of the&lt;br /&gt;transaction I want to compensate you and show my gratitude to you with the&lt;br /&gt;sum of $650,000.00. I have left an international certified bank draft for&lt;br /&gt;you worth about $650,000.00 cashable anywhere in the world. My dear&lt;br /&gt;friend, I will like you to contact my lawyer Mr. Ellis Bryan for the&lt;br /&gt;collection of this international certified bank draft. I have authorized&lt;br /&gt;him to release the international certified bank draft to you as soon as&lt;br /&gt;you contact him regarding this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPENSATION HEAD OFFICE CONTACT AGENT&lt;br /&gt;CONTACT: Mr. Ellis Bryan&lt;br /&gt;EMAIL:  mrellisbryan2009@5fm.za.com&lt;br /&gt;Tel:  +234 8060570599&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I am very busy here because of the investment projects I am&lt;br /&gt;having at hand. Finally,I have forwarded instruction to the finance house&lt;br /&gt;on your behalf to send the bank draft to you as soon as you contact them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jovona Green&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reaction is, "Really, people?!" Why am I going to believe you and your broken English that I have been chosen or won or recommended to receive some insane amount of money? Really?! It makes me furious that people get paid to write and send out these ridiculous emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me even more upset about them is how these emails appeal to trust and legitimacy. That's like as low as it gets. To rip someone off while telling them to their face that this is legit and based on trust is just utterly disgusting. It seriously makes me want to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago my grandparents were scammed out of $3,900. They had been told that my brother had been in a car accident and needed the money immediately. My grandfather tried to verify the veracity of the claim, but after not being able to confirm nor deny that the accident had occurred, they sent the money. And can you believe that those filthy crooks called my grandparents back the next day asking for even more money? Again, it makes me want to vomit with disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has this world come to? I understand why God wept as he looked down on the Earth and spoke to Enoch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moses 7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;28 And it came to pass that the God of heaven looked upon the residue of the people, and he wept; and Enoch bore record of it, saying: How is it that the heavens weep, and shed forth their tears as the rain upon the mountains?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;29 And Enoch said unto the Lord: How is it that thou canst weep, seeing thou art holy, and from all eternity to all eternity? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;32 The Lord said unto Enoch: Behold these thy brethren; they are the workmanship of mine own hands, and I gave unto them their knowledge, in the day I created them; and in the Garden of Eden, gave I unto man his agency;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;33 And unto thy brethren have I said, and also given commandment, that they should love one another, and that they should choose me, their Father; but behold, they are without affection, and they hate their own blood;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;40 Wherefore, for this shall the heavens weep, yea, and all the workmanship of mine hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I'm out in the "real world," the more I realize how much I want nothing to do with it, how power truly corrupts, how pervasive selfishness is, how honesty puts you at a disadvantage, in every sector, in every organization, even in our relationships with others. Why must we "play the game"? Why can't we just be open and honest? We could get so much more done. We could help so many more people. We could become such better people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I am so blessed to have someone that I love and trust who is willing to comfort me when my heart hurts for all that is sad in the world. Without him, I'm not sure I'd still have faith in the goodness of humanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-8490326290295253381?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8490326290295253381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8490326290295253381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8490326290295253381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8490326290295253381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2009/06/pensativo.html' title='Pensativo'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-4273146574403345938</id><published>2009-06-02T22:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:02:06.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SiYDxlCgABI/AAAAAAAAAjI/HltIqak9tTI/s1600-h/silver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SiYDxlCgABI/AAAAAAAAAjI/HltIqak9tTI/s200/silver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342962158212743186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice title, huh? Since Sunday, I've been living in The Silver Legacy Hotel and Casino in Reno, NV. I'm here attending a conference on information and referral. The conference has been so-so, but the experience of living in this place has been quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's odd how quickly such a foreign place became home. Not just foreign as in a different city, state, time zone, but foreign as in gambling, alcohol, and smoking. And yet, it's already really familiar. I know my way around, I know the best place to get breakfast, and I even know some shortcuts to get around. Anyway, it's not a very deep realization, but it was one that I definitely had this afternoon as I was going to meet people for a wine and cheese tasting. (Don't worry, I'm not LIVING sin....just living IN it. And actually, if they don't know any better, it's not really sin. I just don't want you to think that that's how I classify things. I used that description more for the metaphor I used at the beginning of this post. Ok, I'm shutting up now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm looking forward to going home and being near the mountains and sleeping in my own bed. And Alex will be home on Monday, so that will make Utah even better. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-4273146574403345938?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/4273146574403345938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=4273146574403345938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/4273146574403345938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/4273146574403345938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2009/06/living-in-sin.html' title='Living in Sin'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SiYDxlCgABI/AAAAAAAAAjI/HltIqak9tTI/s72-c/silver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-1514623292097204003</id><published>2009-05-24T19:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:51:37.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>So a couple of weeks ago, Alex and I went up Provo Canyon to one of our favorite parks. We had a good time taking pictures of each other. It's always fun to just be together! Here are some of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/Shn42aA3EnI/AAAAAAAAAio/t2PMS-Ux7mw/s1600-h/train+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/Shn42aA3EnI/AAAAAAAAAio/t2PMS-Ux7mw/s400/train+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339572446803989106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/Shn42JCHWdI/AAAAAAAAAig/row-cli5njs/s1600-h/train+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/Shn42JCHWdI/AAAAAAAAAig/row-cli5njs/s400/train+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339572442245847506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/Shn417qos7I/AAAAAAAAAiY/Upc_j0AhMLo/s1600-h/train+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/Shn417qos7I/AAAAAAAAAiY/Upc_j0AhMLo/s400/train+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339572438657708978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/Shn41Z013rI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Qav4vKXcaGQ/s1600-h/train+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/Shn41Z013rI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Qav4vKXcaGQ/s400/train+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339572429573709490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/Shn41mf-loI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/c5tmCnZ-ojo/s1600-h/train+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/Shn41mf-loI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/c5tmCnZ-ojo/s400/train+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339572432975861378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/Shn3A4-lICI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZENcvKmTFDY/s1600-h/train+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/Shn3A4-lICI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZENcvKmTFDY/s400/train+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339570427891359778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're both pretty photogenic...I think our kids are going to be pretty lucky! But I think Alex is more photogenic than I am. Or maybe I'm just a better photographer...hehe. Anyway, here's to a fun afternoon in the canyon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-1514623292097204003?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/1514623292097204003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=1514623292097204003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/1514623292097204003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/1514623292097204003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2009/05/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/Shn42aA3EnI/AAAAAAAAAio/t2PMS-Ux7mw/s72-c/train+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-6349344802913373389</id><published>2009-05-01T00:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:20:04.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Text from my sweetheart</title><content type='html'>"I'm sorry that you have a long meeting. Maybe one 'I love you' from me will help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure did. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-6349344802913373389?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/6349344802913373389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=6349344802913373389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6349344802913373389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6349344802913373389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2009/05/text-from-my-sweetheart.html' title='Text from my sweetheart'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-621801636719293347</id><published>2009-04-26T19:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:24:46.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Start!</title><content type='html'>Here's to my first post of 2009! Yes, I know. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;behind. But hey, I've been living life, so I'm not going to apologize too profusely. I am going to try to be better, however, and post something at least once a week. (Not teaching anymore should free up at least enough time for that!) So I hope you are looking forward to my fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this post is also in reference to my new haircut! Nicole cut 12 inches off! (And gave me one of my most favorite haircuts of all time!!) I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; how light it is (as in it's not heavy) and it just feels fabulous! Almost all of the blond got cut off, so this Saturday I'm going back to get highlights. Ok, ok, I'll stop yakking so you can see the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SfURDatgN8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/qz2A0rNU8NA/s1600-h/new+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SfURDatgN8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/qz2A0rNU8NA/s400/new+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329184484470306754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you know me, you know I love to learn, so here are the lessons I learned from this most fabulous haircut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust yourself.&lt;/span&gt; I have been wanting to cut my hair since Christmas, but almost every time I mentioned it to someone they would say, "No! Your hair is so long. Don't cut it." And I listened to them every time, even while I was not enjoying having such long hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Surround yourself with supportive people. &lt;/span&gt;When I told Alex I wanted to cut my hair, he didn't give me the aforementioned reaction. He told me that if I wanted to cut it, I should go for it. He didn't even ask me one "Are you sure?". &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Yes, that's where that period belongs, for any of you who are wondering)&lt;/span&gt; The night before getting it cut he asked me how I was feeling about it, and I told him I was nervous. He gently reminded me that this is what I have wanted to do for months, and that it would turn out just fine. (This coming from the person who "likes my hair the way that I like it, but prefers it long." I'm so lucky to be with someone who is so amazing!) And he was right! (P.S. Anamae was also really supportive--thanks Mae!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes doing just a little bit more will help someone in a big way. &lt;/span&gt;The cut that I originally wanted would have required cutting 10 inches of hair off, but if I went up to 12, I could donate it to &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt;. I thought about it for about 20 seconds and then decided to go for it. And here's part 2 to this lesson...I think the cut turned out better because of taking off the 2 more inches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Change is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to finish off this post, below is a photo of yet another fresh start! Brandon graduated from the Marriott School this past week with his Bachelor's and Master's degree in Information Systems. He and Megan will soon be off to San Antonio where he'll work for USAA. I'm so proud of him and all his hard work. I truly treasure our many TNRB moments and will miss "working" in such close proximity to him. Thanks for always being willing to help when I would call you and start the conversation with, "Hey, are you in the Tanner building?"! You are going to go far, Brandon! I love you very much and I can't wait to see all the good you will do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SfUN-PJGvPI/AAAAAAAAAhU/IPmCKkVVXH0/s1600-h/Brandon+Graduation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SfUN-PJGvPI/AAAAAAAAAhU/IPmCKkVVXH0/s320/Brandon+Graduation.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329181096930622706" 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/4104483100290904710-621801636719293347?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/621801636719293347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=621801636719293347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/621801636719293347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/621801636719293347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2009/04/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh Start!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SfURDatgN8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/qz2A0rNU8NA/s72-c/new+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-2208982070479475720</id><published>2008-12-21T17:53:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:51:07.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth in the Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SU8bjwdJASI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6GHsRW_MDNw/s1600-h/abstract_painting_2008a_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SU8bjwdJASI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6GHsRW_MDNw/s320/abstract_painting_2008a_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282471189045379362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi, what few followers I might possibly have left since it's almost been an entire paleontological era since I last wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually come on here to post something quite a few times, but every time I do, I see my post about Fábio, and I realize that what I was going to blog about is trivial and somewhat childish. I mean, sure it's ridiculous that our ward chorister doesn't let us sing Christmas hymns until the Sunday before Christmas. Who knows, you might want to hear the story about the American woman that called United Way of Utah County's 2-1-1 number from France to ask how to call a French cell phone (no joke!). And maybe you'd like to debate the disdain I feel for the snow (yes, complete and utter disdain). But that's all pretty petty. So I'll spare you. But I will share an uplifting experience I had at work on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah County's Sub for Santa program runs through United Way of Utah County. As you can imagine, we are unbelieveably busy right now. Since campaigns have slowed down, I was asked to work up at the front of the office to help with the many in-kind donations and Sub for Santa inquiries and donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an older lady approached our door, I noticed that she was having some trouble navigating the ice, so I jumped up to go help her in. As I was holding open the door for her, another older woman drove up in front of the office and motioned me to come over to her car. She asked me if I worked there. I confirmed that I did and asked what I could do for her. She wanted to make a donation to Sub for Santa, and wondered if she could make it from her car. I told her that I'd be happy to help her and that while she wrote her check, I would go into the office to get the donation form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came out with the form, she told me that all week she had worried about how she was going to get to our door with the ice and snow on the ground, and when she pulled up, there I was waiting for her. I told her the Lord must be watching out for her, finished filling out the donation form, and thanked her for her very generous donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked back in from the cold, I was grateful for this small opportunity to be an instrument in the Lord's hands. I was also grateful to witness not only this woman's generousity to help children in her community, but also her incredible amount of faith. Like most of the country, Friday was a very, very stormy day, and without knowing how she would make it to our front door (sound like anyone you've heard of?), she made her way through the snow to generously give of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness there are still people out there like this--I was beginning to doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-2208982070479475720?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/2208982070479475720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=2208982070479475720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2208982070479475720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2208982070479475720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/12/warmth-in-cold.html' title='Warmth in the Cold'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SU8bjwdJASI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6GHsRW_MDNw/s72-c/abstract_painting_2008a_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-7639493215338741750</id><published>2008-11-02T15:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:16:37.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes on 8</title><content type='html'>There are many reasons why I would vote Yes on 8 if I were still in California, but here are some reasons why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;should be concerned. Last I checked, judges SHOULD NOT be able to take away the people's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/nhDU8RGJxDU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my good friend, Charlie, for posting this on his blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-7639493215338741750?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/7639493215338741750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=7639493215338741750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/7639493215338741750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/7639493215338741750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-on-8.html' title='Yes on 8'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-3891553708699944815</id><published>2008-10-18T16:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:41:03.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fábio Gomes Cooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPppMd9tQ7I/AAAAAAAAAaA/hmPb-SN1uro/s1600-h/fabio+e+paty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPppMd9tQ7I/AAAAAAAAAaA/hmPb-SN1uro/s320/fabio+e+paty2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258631177831269298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I found out that one of my most favorite elders has already left this earth. Fábio Gomes Cooper was killed instantly in a car accident on October 15th. The news reported that it appears he lost control of his car and hit a tree. No one else was involved in the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart broke when I heard the news. Fábio is one of my absolute favorite elders and favorite people of all time. He always lit up the room as soon as he walked in. His smile was contagious. He could talk to anyone and make anyone feel great about life. Fábio is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPpuTHSD4MI/AAAAAAAAAaY/J4F23OWuhVs/s1600-h/fabio+e+paty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPpuTHSD4MI/AAAAAAAAAaY/J4F23OWuhVs/s320/fabio+e+paty3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258636789559845058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, the loss of a son, brother, or friend is very difficult, but my heart goes out to Fábio's fiancee, Patrícia. Losing a fiancé in such a tragic accident is almost incomprehensible. They were to be married in just two weeks. I remember talking with Fábio soon after he broke up with a girlfriend once and he was so sad. He wasn't sad that he didn't have someone to love him, though. He was sad that he didn't have someone to love. He was so anxious to make someone happy forever. That was Fábio. And then he found Patrícia. It's easy to tell from these photos (taken at their engagement party) that these two were very much in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPppMtt-BkI/AAAAAAAAAaI/EUXjb1ic1_Q/s1600-h/fabio+e+paty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPppMtt-BkI/AAAAAAAAAaI/EUXjb1ic1_Q/s320/fabio+e+paty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258631182060226114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's sobering to remember that we really don't have control over how much time we have on Earth. And that no matter how much we love someone, we can't save them from what life has in store for them. However, that's all the more reason to love completely and fully and cherish every moment you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad Alex is coming for Christmas. For me, the hardest part of this long distance relationship is sometimes thinking that Alex and I aren't cherishing every moment because we are still apart. It's silly for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; to think that because I know how much we do love and cherish each other. It's just hard to still be waiting to start our married life together. But I know that day is finally nearing. And when it finally comes, I know I will be thinking about Fábio and Patrícia, and I will cherish every second of that day for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-3891553708699944815?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/3891553708699944815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=3891553708699944815' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3891553708699944815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3891553708699944815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/10/fbio-gomes-cooper.html' title='Fábio Gomes Cooper'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPppMd9tQ7I/AAAAAAAAAaA/hmPb-SN1uro/s72-c/fabio+e+paty2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8253639111260822234</id><published>2008-10-16T19:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:51:26.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Third time's a charm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I've been living in this room for a little over a month and I think I've just figured out my room. It's a square room, so it's a little tricky to figure out, but I think now it's just right. ;) Here's the progression:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Round One:&lt;br /&gt;One full bed, one bookcase (on the wall at the foot of the bed), one dresser, one baker's rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPfthxnY6mI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WzQnOWLlQGE/s1600-h/IMG_3468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPfthxnY6mI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WzQnOWLlQGE/s200/IMG_3468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257932254488357474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Round Two:&lt;br /&gt;One full bed, TWO bookcases (the other one is still on the wall at the foot of the bed), one dresser, one baker's rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPftiHJRibI/AAAAAAAAAZo/b-yn82iwJDE/s1600-h/IMG_3472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPftiHJRibI/AAAAAAAAAZo/b-yn82iwJDE/s200/IMG_3472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257932260267624882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Round Three:&lt;br /&gt;One full bed, two bookcases, one dresser, one baker's rack, one DESK, and one TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPftiVNizpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DdLTEnME4vc/s1600-h/IMG_3488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPftiVNizpI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DdLTEnME4vc/s200/IMG_3488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257932264043630226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPftiiuhgtI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Y6cKM02NSLo/s1600-h/IMG_3490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPftiiuhgtI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Y6cKM02NSLo/s200/IMG_3490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257932267671618258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, now pretty much everything I own is in this 10'x10' room plus closet. Looks like I'm ready for island living! haha. Anyway, I'm pretty pleased with my final set-up and I'm enjoying it right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-8253639111260822234?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8253639111260822234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8253639111260822234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8253639111260822234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8253639111260822234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/10/third-times-charm.html' title='Third time&apos;s a charm!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPfthxnY6mI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WzQnOWLlQGE/s72-c/IMG_3468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-748784853860885366</id><published>2008-10-15T22:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:21:39.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to ME and ALEX!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPbBQcbUm6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/0v0d3u1G9pI/s1600-h/Eli%27s+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPbBQcbUm6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/0v0d3u1G9pI/s200/Eli%27s+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257602103254490018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex is coming for Christmas!! Woohooooooooooooooo!! I'm so excited to see him and to just do fun, FREE things together. (Yeah, airfare, especially international airfare, at Christmas just isn't fun to buy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to have a get together while he's here so everyone can meet him. So consider yourself invited! We'll let you know when and where as soon as we know (check back in December!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is enjoying the fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-748784853860885366?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/748784853860885366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=748784853860885366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/748784853860885366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/748784853860885366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/10/merry-christmas-to-me-and-alex.html' title='Merry Christmas to ME and ALEX!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SPbBQcbUm6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/0v0d3u1G9pI/s72-c/Eli%27s+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-7289435772153180394</id><published>2008-10-01T22:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:34:19.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>Most people understand that there are words in some languages that just don't translate to others. Saudades is one of those words. In Portuguese, you don't say you miss someone; you say you have saudades...a rough translation is "longing"...for them. Anyway, saudades are a daily part of my life these days. I miss Alex so much. One of the few good things about being apart is realizing how much you love someone. I know we'll treasure every day that we'll have together, since we've had to spent so many of them apart. For now, we just keep working our hardest toward being together as soon as we can make that happen. I just hope and pray it's sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-7289435772153180394?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/7289435772153180394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=7289435772153180394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/7289435772153180394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/7289435772153180394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/10/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8513597071578520274</id><published>2008-09-21T15:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:28:16.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Springville Room</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back online! Thank goodness...I was starting to go insane. So, let me show you around the place. Ok, actually, I'm just going to show you my room and bathroom for now. I'll put more pictures up when we get the rest of the place in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you pretend you stand in the middle of my room and turn clockwise, this is what you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SNa75hSApzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OrCRTa9RxWA/s1600-h/IMG_3472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SNa75hSApzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OrCRTa9RxWA/s320/IMG_3472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248589012607739698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SNa757DVZyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/oAKcLLK1CYI/s1600-h/IMG_3473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SNa757DVZyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/oAKcLLK1CYI/s320/IMG_3473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248589019525506850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SNa76F6WHfI/AAAAAAAAAY4/O-mmg6Zeh3A/s1600-h/IMG_3474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SNa76F6WHfI/AAAAAAAAAY4/O-mmg6Zeh3A/s320/IMG_3474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248589022440594930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SNa76umFsCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/apPOOQXs_N0/s1600-h/IMG_3475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SNa76umFsCI/AAAAAAAAAZA/apPOOQXs_N0/s320/IMG_3475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248589033361485858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is the bathroom...lighthouses, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SNa77A2t6oI/AAAAAAAAAZI/PO5ts4zxRno/s1600-h/IMG_3471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SNa77A2t6oI/AAAAAAAAAZI/PO5ts4zxRno/s320/IMG_3471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248589038263069314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anamae and I have yet to set a date for a house-warming party, but as soon as we do I'll post that on here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-8513597071578520274?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8513597071578520274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8513597071578520274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8513597071578520274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8513597071578520274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/09/springville-room.html' title='Springville Room'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SNa75hSApzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OrCRTa9RxWA/s72-c/IMG_3472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8745120018068504890</id><published>2008-09-19T11:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:59:15.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Break</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the Summer break...hehe...I'm moved into my new place in Springville, but we still don't have the Internet...grrr. Hopefully we will soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-8745120018068504890?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8745120018068504890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8745120018068504890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8745120018068504890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8745120018068504890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-break.html' title='Summer Break'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-2839831911086190224</id><published>2008-08-30T18:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:47:24.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Rage Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SLnoU2LCeQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Z_wFSHU2QhQ/s1600-h/138roadrage_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SLnoU2LCeQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Z_wFSHU2QhQ/s200/138roadrage_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240475086259124482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been thinking about this post all week long. During my hour commute each way, I have made quite a few observations about the driving skills of my fellow man. In the hopes of not exploding at someone on the road, here are Summer's rules for driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #1&lt;br /&gt;If you want to drive 65 mph DO NOT drive in the fast lane. That goes for the carpool lane as well. And any lane except the slow lane. Actually, if you want to drive 65 mph, just don't get on the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #2&lt;br /&gt;Use your rear-view mirror!! It has come to my attention that a large percentage of drivers out there only use their rear-view mirror when they are backing up. When you are driving on the freeway, PLEASE, every five minutes at least, glance in your rear-view mirror and see if there are 5 cars lined up behind you. If there are, speed up or get out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #3&lt;br /&gt;If you can't manage to follow Rule #2, when you see four cars pass you one after the other, GET OUT OF THE WAY. I am convinced there are more accidents out there because of slow drivers than fast drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #4&lt;br /&gt;When the on-ramps are metered, that doesn't mean you get to take a quick cat-nap before getting on the freeway. Those lights change fast. They alternate from one lane to the other. There are no surprises, people. Pay attention and DON'T miss your chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #5&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Rule #4 also applies to surface street stoplights. PAY ATTENTION people. Especially if you are in a left turning lane. A green arrow means go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #6&lt;br /&gt;I'm not opposed to using cell phones while driving, but only if you can do it without being stupid. Like Utah liscense plate 529 TGN. He had a hard time with Rule #5 and I graciously helped remind him that a green arrow means go by giving him many long honks, but Mr. Cell Phone was so enthralled in his conversation that he sat through the ENTIRE green arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #7&lt;br /&gt;If your changing lanes requires the upcoming car into who's lane you just entered to slow down, DO NOT change lanes. Only change lanes if it will not impact the speed and flow of traffic. Sometimes this requires accelerating while changing lanes. This is possible and completely legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #8&lt;br /&gt;Don't break just for fun. I think many drivers mistakenly believe that they must either be accelerating or breaking. If you need to slow down, try taking your foot off the accelerator pedal and see what that does. I guarantee at least 50% of the time that will slow you down enough and you don't need to break. (Saves you gas too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #9&lt;br /&gt;If you are driving, you don't get to look. I'm sorry. It's part of the price you pay as being the driver. If there is something interesting on the side of the road, or an accident, or Britney Spears, I don't care. If you are driving, you don't get to look. Please, just keep your eyes on the road and continue driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #10&lt;br /&gt;When entering the freeway, you should be at freeway speed by the time you merge into traffic. Accelerate, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for now. I'd love to hear any of your driving rules and/or driving pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Driving! (And follow the rules!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-2839831911086190224?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/2839831911086190224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=2839831911086190224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2839831911086190224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2839831911086190224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/08/road-rage-release.html' title='Road Rage Release'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SLnoU2LCeQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Z_wFSHU2QhQ/s72-c/138roadrage_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8773413581133054256</id><published>2008-08-24T20:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:49:33.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Testimony</title><content type='html'>I have to thank my good friend, &lt;a href="http://pmsinger.blogspot.com/"&gt;Phil&lt;/a&gt;, for the shout-out he gave my Sunday testimonies on his blog. It has given me the push to keep it going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my testimony today is about something that I am still gaining a testimony about...patience. I know that this is a hard one for a lot of us. Lately, it seems like it's my life theme. For those of you who know my story, you know I've been patiently waiting for a lot of things to come to pass. Most especially, being sealed to Alex in the temple. In &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/languages/additionalmanuals/preachgospel/PreachMyGospel___00_00_Complete__36617_eng_000.pdf"&gt;Preach My Gospel&lt;/a&gt; it says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patience is the capacity to endure delay, trouble, opposition, or suffering without becoming angry, frustrated, or anxious. It is the ability to do God's will and accept His timing. When you are patient, you hold up under pressure and are able to face adversity calmly and hopefully. Patience is related to hope and faith--you must wait for the Lord's promised blessings to be fulfilled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, this is one I'm still working on, but I know that God knows each one of us, our circumstances, our hopes, dreams, and weaknesses, and He will help us find our way. Sometimes, we just have to wait a little longer than we had hoped...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-8773413581133054256?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8773413581133054256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8773413581133054256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8773413581133054256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8773413581133054256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-testimony_24.html' title='Sunday Testimony'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-5207499029678166312</id><published>2008-08-24T20:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:54:35.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted anything on here. An hour commute each way sucks a lot of my not-working time. I'm too tired to write much, so I think I'll do it in pictures with explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SLIVTMTHdSI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Ce8S6UIjRFc/s1600-h/IMG_3361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SLIVTMTHdSI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Ce8S6UIjRFc/s320/IMG_3361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238272736048411938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my desk at work. Notice I said desk, and not office. My parents sent me those beautiful flowers on my first day. So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SLIWrPENoII/AAAAAAAAAXU/bC2YRpubA-8/s1600-h/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SLIWrPENoII/AAAAAAAAAXU/bC2YRpubA-8/s320/sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238274248619696258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I call this an experiment in human nature and powerful branding. This was our booth at a school district benefits fair. See the little, tiny sign that I marked with a blue arrow? It says, "Thank you Costco for your generous donation," using the Costco logo. Do you know what the #1 question asked when someone first approached our table? "When is the Costco in ___ going to be open?" or "How much is it for a membership?" Keep in mind that absolutely everything else on the table, besides the little sign, says United Way all over it. And don't forget the three HUGE signs in the background. I just thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SLIY9Pt-cvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JmhBfZKPWaA/s1600-h/condo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SLIY9Pt-cvI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JmhBfZKPWaA/s320/condo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238276757055763186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the condo in Springville that my friend just bought! Hopefully we'll get to move in with a month or so. I haven't got to see it, but the virtual tour looks really nice. &lt;a href="http://homesite.obeo.com/viewer/default.aspx?tourid=399798&amp;amp;refurl="&gt;Check it out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is doing great in school and work and church. He spoke in sacrament meeting and taught the Elders' Quorum today. He's also the new executive secretary for his ward. They keep him busy! He's also singing in a special choir for a new chapel dedication in his stake and participates in a forró class twice a week. I have no idea how he keeps going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved Brandon and Megan into their apartment yesterday, so they officially have their own place for the first time since being married. I'm sure they're thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that's it. I've got to get to bed soon so I can wake up for my early commute. (I seriously have no idea how my mom has done this for two years.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-5207499029678166312?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/5207499029678166312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=5207499029678166312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/5207499029678166312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/5207499029678166312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/08/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SLIVTMTHdSI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Ce8S6UIjRFc/s72-c/IMG_3361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-3093757563433332661</id><published>2008-08-08T14:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:12:53.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>United Way, Here I Come!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SJzDBRVklhI/AAAAAAAAARw/Z47B0SCDu1s/s1600-h/United+Way+Color+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SJzDBRVklhI/AAAAAAAAARw/Z47B0SCDu1s/s200/United+Way+Color+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232271293698840082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If anyone has been wondering where I've been all week, I've been on a serious job hunt. More like a job harvest, actually. I had to seriously consider three really good opportunities. For a variety of reasons, United Way won out and I'll be starting on Monday! My official title is Business Relations Manager. I will work on the Resource Development team, and will be giving campaign presentations to United Way's business partners. I will also help maintain and grow those relationships, as well as do a bunch of other stuff that I don't know yet! =) I'm really excited for the opportunity to work with such great people and for such a great cause. And I get to move back to Provo, which I'm actually really happy about. So that's my news!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-3093757563433332661?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/3093757563433332661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=3093757563433332661' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3093757563433332661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3093757563433332661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/08/united-way-here-i-come.html' title='United Way, Here I Come!!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SJzDBRVklhI/AAAAAAAAARw/Z47B0SCDu1s/s72-c/United+Way+Color+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-4599499423480712281</id><published>2008-08-03T23:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:39:28.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Testimony</title><content type='html'>Up until three minutes ago, I wasn't sure what I was going to share for my Sunday testimony, but I just received such a sweet email from my greatest BYU mentor. She saw Daniel...a.k.a Elder Barrick...at the Provo temple last week. She said he caught her attention because he was just glowing and looked so happy. Obviously, I loved hearing about Daniel, but my testimony is about the act of kindness Kristie showed to me and my family by letting us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened tonight is what members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints have come to know as a "tender mercy." The term comes from a scripture found in the &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/bm/contents"&gt;Book of Mormon&lt;/a&gt;, that says: "But behold, I, Nephi, will show unto you that the tender mercies of the Lord are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith, to make them mighty even unto the power of deliverance" (&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/1_ne/1/20#20" target="_blank" class="featureslink"&gt;1 Nephi 1:20&lt;/a&gt;).  One of the living apostles, Elder David A. Bednar, gave an address on this scripture that helps us come to better understand it. You can find the talk here, if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,49-1-520-33,00.html"&gt;http://www.lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,49-1-520-33,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Bednar explains what he means by a tender mercy, when he says, "I believe I have come to better understand that the Lord's tender mercies are the very personal and individualized blessings, strength, protection, assurances, guidance, loving-kindnesses, consolation, support, and spiritual gifts which we receive from and because of and through the Lord Jesus Christ." And how do we qualify for tender mercies? He says, "Faithfulness, obedience, and humility invite tender mercies into our lives, and it is often the Lord's timing that enables us to recognize and treasure these important blessings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage everyone to read Elder Bendar's address, whether it's for the first time or the fiftieth time. It's a wonderful talk. I am so grateful for the tender mercies that have been bestowed upon me throughout my life. Kristie's email was truly a tender mercy as I have especially missed Daniel this weekend. I'm so glad he chose to serve a mission and that he is so happy as she described. I know that God knows us each individually. The tender mercies he bestows upon us all are proof of that knowledge, and more importantly, the love that He has for each one of us, His children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-4599499423480712281?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/4599499423480712281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=4599499423480712281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/4599499423480712281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/4599499423480712281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-testimony.html' title='Sunday Testimony'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-9097760398773400700</id><published>2008-07-28T12:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:15.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's in!</title><content type='html'>Alex passed the vestibular to go to Michelangelo Faculdade in Brasilia to study business administration. It's not an easy test to pass, and he did it on the first try! Congrats, amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SI4JvpKHOaI/AAAAAAAAARY/_38pSXc6I0Q/s1600-h/passou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SI4JvpKHOaI/AAAAAAAAARY/_38pSXc6I0Q/s320/passou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228126931530496418" 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/4104483100290904710-9097760398773400700?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/9097760398773400700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=9097760398773400700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/9097760398773400700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/9097760398773400700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/07/hes-in.html' title='He&apos;s in!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SI4JvpKHOaI/AAAAAAAAARY/_38pSXc6I0Q/s72-c/passou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-1117348790555384506</id><published>2008-07-25T17:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:42:43.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Randy Pausch's Passing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This posting is another celebration of an influential life. Randy Pausch, most recently known for his Last Lecture, died today. If you haven't watching his lecture, I highly recommend it. In fact, I'll provide it for you right here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved these lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Brick walls are there for a reason: They let us prove how badly we want things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wait, and people will surprise and impress you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Respect authority while questioning it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't know how to not have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;How to get people to help you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             1. tell them the truth&lt;br /&gt;            2. be earnest&lt;br /&gt;            3. apologize when you screw up&lt;br /&gt;            4. focus on others, not yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I love learning from others, and I'm so grateful for those who are courageous enough to share their experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/books/07/25/obit.pausch/index.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-1117348790555384506?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/1117348790555384506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=1117348790555384506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/1117348790555384506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/1117348790555384506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/07/randy-pauschs-passing.html' title='Randy Pausch&apos;s Passing'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-2726193420529045870</id><published>2008-07-24T14:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:00:57.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxima Madness</title><content type='html'>So in my last blog about my wonderfully fabulous missionary brother, Daniel, I mentioned something about driving the Maxima in the backyard. One day last week my dad asked us to get some good pictures of the Maxima so we could post ads on Craig's List and KSL and such. So washed the car and "detailed" it. Daniel had mentioned that he had always wanted to see if he could drive a car into the backyard (our garage has a back garage door too!) and he thought we could take some pretty cool pictures back there. I responsibly weighed the pros and cons and then declared, "Let's do it!" I loved the, "Really?!" look on his face. So we did it! And he was right--the pictures turned out great! Drumroll, please. I present to you...the Maxima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-9c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761521964188&amp;amp;site=widget-9c.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761521964188&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9c.slide.com/p1/2882303761521964188/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761521964188&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9c.slide.com/p2/2882303761521964188/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761521964188&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9c.slide.com/p4/2882303761521964188/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just $2650!! And, if you like the backyard, the house is for sale too! Tell your friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-2726193420529045870?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/2726193420529045870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=2726193420529045870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2726193420529045870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2726193420529045870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/07/maxima-madness.html' title='Maxima Madness'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-6794020078171849540</id><published>2008-07-24T01:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:04:30.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never knew...</title><content type='html'>...that sending a missionary off was so dang hard! I mean, I have sent off friends and uncles on missions, but since Brandon and I left on our missions on the exact same day (and plane!), I had no idea what it would be like to send Daniel on a mission. It's hard! It doesn't help that we have been living at home together for the past couple of months and have spent practically all day, everyday together, but I wouldn't trade that time together for anything. I'm especially glad we took advantage of the time we did have and did some fun things, like go to the geologic park and driving the Maxima in the backyard. Just running errands is fun with Daniel. I always learn new things when we chat, and I love laughing with him. I don't want this to turn into a eulogy, but I just have to let you all know how grateful I am to have a brother like Daniel. I love him very much and I will truly miss him. But I know he is engaged in the highest of causes, and I couldn't part with him for anything less. Please keep Elder Barrick in your prayers. I love you, Daniel, my bud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761521846466&amp;amp;site=widget-c2.slide.com" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 426px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761521846466&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c2.slide.com/p1/2882303761521846466/un_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761521846466&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c2.slide.com/p2/2882303761521846466/un_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=un&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761521846466&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c2.slide.com/p4/2882303761521846466/un_t028_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-6794020078171849540?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/6794020078171849540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=6794020078171849540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6794020078171849540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6794020078171849540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-knew.html' title='Never knew...'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-5857884618390571504</id><published>2008-07-21T00:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:57:40.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Monday Thought</title><content type='html'>In my Relief Society a couple of weeks ago, we studied this talk by Elder Bednar called &lt;a href="http://www.byui.edu/Presentations/transcripts/religionsymposium/2003_01_25_bednar.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Character of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's a fabulous talk, and we had a pretty good discussion about what it means to have character. Most of the women answered something to the effect that character is doing the right thing, even when no one is watching. They equated character with what we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;. And, in a way, I think they are right. Here's part of what Elder Bednar said that supports that character has a lot with what we do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is interesting to me that one of the central elements of the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;character&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is created by the letters A, C, and T.  As we already have seen in the examples of Christ's character from the New Testament, the nature and consistency of how one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;act&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s reveals in a powerful way his or her true char&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;act&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;er.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would suggest, however, that we look beyond how someone acts in a given situation. I believe that how someone acts after a particularly challenging situation in which they "failed" can actually be a truer measure of character. So you didn't act in the way you know to be a better way. What do you do? Do you just shrug it off and pretend it didn't happen? Do you blame someone else? Do you deny you acted how you did? I suggest that the person who "fails" at a moral challenge, but who feels remorse and commits to improving themselves is truly someone with character. Even after multiple failures. Especially after multiple failures. To not give up...to endure to the end...is a measure of character that I think is often overlooked by us. God, of course, knows the whole story. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find some time to read this talk. I love how Elder Bednar explains character and charity and how the Savior is the perfect example of these two traits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-5857884618390571504?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/5857884618390571504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=5857884618390571504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/5857884618390571504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/5857884618390571504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/07/early-monday-thought.html' title='Early Monday Thought'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-6361394095838351714</id><published>2008-07-20T23:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:16.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SIQhaB6l88I/AAAAAAAAAQU/33XCdPTY2nY/s1600-h/ST037%7EI-Am-a-Child-of-God-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SIQhaB6l88I/AAAAAAAAAQU/33XCdPTY2nY/s200/ST037%7EI-Am-a-Child-of-God-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225338198731125698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My testimony today is really simple. We are children of God. We all have inherited divine qualities from our Heavenly Father. He loves us perfectly. He tries us differently. He is our judge. Let us love one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-6361394095838351714?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/6361394095838351714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=6361394095838351714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6361394095838351714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6361394095838351714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-testimony_20.html' title='Sunday Testimony'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SIQhaB6l88I/AAAAAAAAAQU/33XCdPTY2nY/s72-c/ST037%7EI-Am-a-Child-of-God-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-7287651230682512055</id><published>2008-07-13T20:22:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:16.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel's Un-Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHrBnKjZK1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/5AgZWkAilfg/s1600-h/Daniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHrBnKjZK1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/5AgZWkAilfg/s320/Daniel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222699596481375058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just wanted to invite anyone that would like to come listen to Daniel's un-farewell talk this Sunday, July 20th at 1:00 p.m. For more details, see Elder Barrick's blog at&lt;a href="http://www.elderbarrick.blogspot.com/"&gt; www.elderbarrick.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Daniel leaves, I'll be keeping his blog up to date with his letters and pictures, so ya'll come back now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-7287651230682512055?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/7287651230682512055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=7287651230682512055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/7287651230682512055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/7287651230682512055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/07/daniels-un-farewell.html' title='Daniel&apos;s Un-Farewell'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHrBnKjZK1I/AAAAAAAAAQM/5AgZWkAilfg/s72-c/Daniel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8035113019258161556</id><published>2008-07-13T17:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:16.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Testimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHqWJfmDv6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/g31QfLSpfi4/s1600-h/wagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHqWJfmDv6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/g31QfLSpfi4/s200/wagon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222651807733628834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I had the opportunity to give a talk in my singles ward, so I thought for my testimony this week I'd share some of the quotes I used. Since Pioneer Day is coming up (July 24th) the bishopric asked me to speak on the pioneers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;On why we should continue to study the pioneers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;“It is not enough to study or reenact the accomplishments of our pioneers. We need to identify the great, eternal principles they applied to achieve all they achieved for our benefit and then apply those principles to the challenges of our day. In that way we honor their pioneering efforts, and we also reaffirm our heritage and strengthen its capacity to bless our own posterity and “those millions of our Heavenly Father’s children who have yet to hear and accept the gospel of Jesus Christ.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dallin H. Oaks, “Following the Pioneers,” Ensign, Nov 1997, 72&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;On hard work:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;“We are what we are as a people because our ancestors were not afraid of honest, hard work. Our forefathers understood the necessity of it; sheer survival demanded it. A common ingredient among all successful people is an understanding of what constitutes paying the price of success. Basic in that formula of paying the price is an inner gift of determination that “I’ll do whatever it takes.” That means, “I’ll work hard, with integrity, to achieve my goal. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hard work is a blessing of God. It involves going after it “with all your heart, might, mind and strength.” (&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/dc/4/2#2" target="contentWindow"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 4:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.) That alone is the difference between the average and the excellent.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;F. David Stanley, “The Principle of Work,” Ensign, May 1993, 44&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;On commitment to the gospel:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"&gt;“In the spirit of that description I say to our returned missionaries—men and women who have made covenants to serve the Lord and who have already served Him in the great work of proclaiming the gospel and perfecting the Saints—are you being true to the faith? Do you have the faith and continuing commitment to demonstrate the principles of the gospel in your own lives, consistently? You have served well, but do you, like the pioneers, have the courage and the consistency to be true to the faith and to endure to the end?”&lt;/p&gt;Dallin H. Oaks, “Following the Pioneers,” Ensign, Nov 1997, 72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHqXg74xqxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SqBKg-kCcOU/s1600-h/sls_Salt_Lake_Good3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHqXg74xqxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SqBKg-kCcOU/s200/sls_Salt_Lake_Good3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222653309976947474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have loved living in Utah and getting to know more about the heritage of the Church. I am grateful for the pioneers and I am truly reaping the benefits of their sacrifice, both living in the great valley that they established and living the gospel that the came here to protect. The Church of Jesus Christ has been established on the earth again. President Thomas S. Monson is a living prophet who possesses the priesthood keys and authority to direct the great work. There are 12 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;living &lt;/span&gt;apostles who are special witnesses of Jesus Christ, just like Peter, Matthew, John, and others. I know these things to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-8035113019258161556?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8035113019258161556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8035113019258161556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8035113019258161556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8035113019258161556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-testimony_13.html' title='Sunday Testimony'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHqWJfmDv6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/g31QfLSpfi4/s72-c/wagon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-1061821804335711211</id><published>2008-07-10T11:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:16.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GMAT Genius</title><content type='html'>No, not me, but I just had to post about my amazingly intelligent brother, Daniel. So earlier this year I was studying to take the GMAT (don't ask me why) and I kind of off-handedly suggested that Daniel should study and take the GMAT in the time before he leaves for the MTC and Tennessee (hey, that rhymes!). Well, he took the suggestion and ran with it. He studied really hard with one goal in mind...beat his brother's score of 700. Now, 700 is pretty dang good (Brandon, you are amazingly intelligent too!!) so that was a pretty big goal. But, he has his eyes set on Harvard, so 700 is actually the minimum score to have a shot at a MBA spot. Anyway, long story short, the kid whipped out an INCREDIBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHZEbMU2JBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/YogNQnrbaB4/s1600-h/710.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHZEbMU2JBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/YogNQnrbaB4/s400/710.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221436051938485266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congrats, Daniel! And don't forget that's he's 19! In fact, when one of the test proctors saw his birthday on his ID she said, "Can I ask you a question?" Daniel: "Sure" Proctor lady: "What are you doing here? I've never seen someone so young take this test." HeHe. And I'm sure she doesn't see too many 710s either!! Anyway, since I couldn't brag about my horribly low score (and no, I'm not being modest!) I've got to brag about the HIGHEST SCORE of the family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-1061821804335711211?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/1061821804335711211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=1061821804335711211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/1061821804335711211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/1061821804335711211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/07/gmat-genius.html' title='GMAT Genius'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHZEbMU2JBI/AAAAAAAAAPY/YogNQnrbaB4/s72-c/710.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-3489556633764130164</id><published>2008-07-08T22:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:39:29.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>The searchers found Craig's body this morning. I'm a little surprised at how much this event has affected me. I really feel the loss of this brother of mine that I never even met. His family has established a website, if you're interesting in learning more. &lt;a href="http://www.craig-decker.com/"&gt;http://www.craig-decker.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got word today that one of my friends from Belém, who is only 16, has had to go through the experience of her boyfriend committing suicide. I am heartbroken for her, and I also feel the loss of, again, another brother. He is a beautiful child of God, and I am so thankful that for some reason I am able to truly see that when I look at his picture. My heart aches to know how much he must have suffered for this to be the result. I have been there before and it is a place that I hope few people ever have to visit. But I understand how it so easily becomes the only choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean for this to be a sad post. I am just overwhelmed at how much I want everyone to truly feel the love that our Heavenly Father has for each one of us. Each one of us is a child of God. I will be forever grateful to understand this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-3489556633764130164?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/3489556633764130164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=3489556633764130164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3489556633764130164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3489556633764130164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-3376403976125980268</id><published>2008-07-07T16:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:17.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Craig Decker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHKke-k6KEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bZNK3bpmkig/s1600-h/Craig+Decker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHKke-k6KEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bZNK3bpmkig/s200/Craig+Decker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220415770176661570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of you may have heard that Craig has been missing since Saturday when he dove into Utah Lake and never resurfaced. I have never met Craig, but I thought I'd share some of his thoughts that I've come across as I've learned more about him. Here's a blog post he wrote in early 2007. I'll bold the parts that I especially enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I haven’t always been left handed. In fact, I still get weirded out when I look down at the stub where my right hand used to be! Christmas vacation this year took me on a road trip to Mexico. Question: Where can you buy better quality fireworks than in Mexico? (Answer: anywhere.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;On New Year’s Eve I lit a harmless looking firework at midnight, and a moment later I looked down and realized that my hand took the early bus back to heaven!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All joking aside, I have learned some powerful lessons through that experience. (Surprisingly, most of them have very little to do with firework safety!) Although what occurred was tragic, I believe what I have learned has made me a better person and will continue to bless the lives of many individuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1. Don’t buy fireworks in Mexico! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There are some things in life that we simply cannot control. (If I hadn’t blown off my hand, some other poor person would have.) It’s okay. As we let go of those things quickly and completely, we become free.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. “Men are that they might have joy”! Life is good. Laughter heals. Life is funny. There are funny things that happen every day even in the worst of situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Bad days make good stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; There is a time to laugh and a time to cry. It’s funny that laughter and tears come together so easily.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The atonement of Christ brings peace and healing “that surpass all understanding”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We come to know ourselves and we come to know God through our trials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We are surrounded by miracles. When we trade self pity for humility, our eyes are opened to see them.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There is so much life to live! Why waste time worrying and stressing about inconsequential things? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Spend time doing what matters most—the things that bring the most light and joy to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Enjoy the ride.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Challenges make us stronger and better. With creativity and patience, we are capable of much more than we ever imagined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Our perspective determines our reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; (There is nothing that quite compares with the feeling of accomplishment gained from flossing with one hand for the first time!)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We can always lift others, no matter how bad of a situation we are in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; It is a divine gift. The only true and lasting joy comes from forgetting ourselves and lifting those around us through love and service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I would never wish another person to lose their hand. But I hope my experiences and lessons make a difference in your life. Wahoo for the resurrection!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig made several YouTube videos about how to do things with one hand, like tying shoes and opening jars. I loved what he said at the end of one of his videos,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; "Remember, you can do it. You just have to find a way."&lt;/span&gt; What an attitude! I also liked this quote from his blog when he tells his &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHKjWBKLwxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Tlmnob9OMDc/s1600-h/pirate%2Bparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHKjWBKLwxI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Tlmnob9OMDc/s200/pirate%2Bparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220414516739425042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;story about becoming one-handed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"On the day I got my first hook I had a big pirate party with everyone I knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If life gives you lemons, make lemonade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If life gives you a hook, become a pirate enthusiast!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Craig's family will be in my prayers as they continue to search for their wonderful son and brother. You can read Craig's blog at &lt;a href="http://cddoj.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cddoj.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Check out his YouTube videos too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-3376403976125980268?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/3376403976125980268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=3376403976125980268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3376403976125980268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3376403976125980268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/07/craig-decker.html' title='Craig Decker'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SHKke-k6KEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bZNK3bpmkig/s72-c/Craig+Decker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-2541351324005174871</id><published>2008-07-06T22:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:45:33.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Testimony</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! Happy Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll bear with me, I've decided that every Sunday I'm going to post a short testimony about what I know to be true regarding the gospel of Jesus Christ. Since this is my first week, I thought I'd start by sharing a short video about the core beliefs of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. If anyone has any questions, feel free to ask or visit &lt;a href="www.mormon.org"&gt;www.mormon.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GRk3pqvg_4s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GRk3pqvg_4s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/4104483100290904710-2541351324005174871?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/2541351324005174871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=2541351324005174871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2541351324005174871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2541351324005174871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-testimony.html' title='Sunday Testimony'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-4831621119319718036</id><published>2008-07-03T12:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:18.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfing on Utah Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SG0eH0MHrsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/F5e78pCAWjU/s1600-h/randomness+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dear friend, Anamae, invited us to go out on the boat with her and we had a fabulous time! Here are some pictures and video of Daniel and I tearing up Utah Lake. I got up pretty much, but didn't stay up long enough to get a picture. I did have some fun boogie boarding though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SG0eH0MHrsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/F5e78pCAWjU/s1600-h/randomness+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SG0eH0MHrsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/F5e78pCAWjU/s320/randomness+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218860662809669314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SG0eIOay0TI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vUmQNvhYWlE/s1600-h/randomness+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SG0eIOay0TI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vUmQNvhYWlE/s320/randomness+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218860669850538290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SG0eIC_f6wI/AAAAAAAAAO4/goYeEiZ2mlQ/s1600-h/randomness+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SG0eIC_f6wI/AAAAAAAAAO4/goYeEiZ2mlQ/s320/randomness+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218860666783263490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel enthusiastically taking his turn at being the flagman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1d9e5d0f67218a91" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1d9e5d0f67218a91%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331219656%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6995291DF0371E7A50D144B1B8C8D5D84BC55EA.21762841DC18E0488CC07A68C62F9B26B4CB412E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1d9e5d0f67218a91%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrHD8B8qayoFZVpaUB-nSkg6AMvE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1d9e5d0f67218a91%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331219656%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6995291DF0371E7A50D144B1B8C8D5D84BC55EA.21762841DC18E0488CC07A68C62F9B26B4CB412E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1d9e5d0f67218a91%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrHD8B8qayoFZVpaUB-nSkg6AMvE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Daniel shows how to get up on the surfboard.&lt;br /&gt;(The second time around, he always popped up really fast, but I didn't get any video of that. Sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5a832f4e3ee386b5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a832f4e3ee386b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331219656%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75301FA1867B8AD56D0B0873B1E9D422E01D4C31.234F8228239A9A82F32004C1AAA2CA4A8ED5B01C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a832f4e3ee386b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0sKqzbNWFkJUh-B9EmfuwH8QIew&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5a832f4e3ee386b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331219656%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75301FA1867B8AD56D0B0873B1E9D422E01D4C31.234F8228239A9A82F32004C1AAA2CA4A8ED5B01C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5a832f4e3ee386b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0sKqzbNWFkJUh-B9EmfuwH8QIew&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Daniel gets into the wave and surfs it solo for a bit. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9c46614fa0df5fe3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c46614fa0df5fe3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331219656%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC8D930002050CDA4E333060524A8E4E73C3D987.1577C2BF2C1740BEA56541AEC5F04FB4A0336B4C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c46614fa0df5fe3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dalye-RbfTbqEPbXZDoJKtTc4YN0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9c46614fa0df5fe3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331219656%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC8D930002050CDA4E333060524A8E4E73C3D987.1577C2BF2C1740BEA56541AEC5F04FB4A0336B4C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9c46614fa0df5fe3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dalye-RbfTbqEPbXZDoJKtTc4YN0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am tearing it up as a boogie boarder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks Anamae and family for taking us out!! It was a blast to hang out with you and Nicole, Nate, Carly, and Tiffany!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-4831621119319718036?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1d9e5d0f67218a91&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5a832f4e3ee386b5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9c46614fa0df5fe3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/4831621119319718036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=4831621119319718036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/4831621119319718036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/4831621119319718036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/07/surfing-on-utah-lake.html' title='Surfing on Utah Lake'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SG0eH0MHrsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/F5e78pCAWjU/s72-c/randomness+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-333995569327420465</id><published>2008-07-01T13:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:18.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Not that an animated film rivals the scriptures, but I liked this line from Kung Fu Panda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SGqMEy3zpuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-RAGa2MahWI/s1600-h/oogway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SGqMEy3zpuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-RAGa2MahWI/s400/oogway.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218137132265350882" 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/4104483100290904710-333995569327420465?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/333995569327420465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=333995569327420465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/333995569327420465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/333995569327420465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-words-of-wisdom.html' title='More Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SGqMEy3zpuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/-RAGa2MahWI/s72-c/oogway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8252772636083057797</id><published>2008-06-30T11:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:18.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SGkZy7RnqSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/f0n4FfxmYLg/s1600-h/Second_Coming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SGkZy7RnqSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/f0n4FfxmYLg/s320/Second_Coming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217730005981178146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came across these scriptures today during my scripture study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 2:1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1  If there be therefore any consolation in Christ, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any bowels and mercies,&lt;br /&gt;2  Fulfil ye my joy, that ye be like-minded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind.&lt;br /&gt;3  Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder what this world would be like if we could fulfill these words. Wouldn't it be wonderful it we could love each other and give each other the benefit of the doubt, esteeming others better than ourselves? These scriptures remind me of a quote given by Elder Marvin J. Ashton:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps the greatest charity comes when we are kind to each other, when we don't judge or categorize someone else, when we simply give each other the benefit of the doubt or remain quiet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Charity is accepting someone's differences, weaknesses, and shortcomings; having patience with someone who has let us down; or resisting the impulse to become offended when someone doesn't handle something the way we might have hoped.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Charity is refusing to take advantage of anybody's weakness and being willing to forgive someone who has hurt us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Charity is expecting the best of each other."    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 4.5pt; text-indent: -4.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Charity never faileth. Let's try to help everyone remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-8252772636083057797?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8252772636083057797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8252772636083057797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8252772636083057797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8252772636083057797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/06/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SGkZy7RnqSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/f0n4FfxmYLg/s72-c/Second_Coming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-301429939360266417</id><published>2008-06-23T09:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:19.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REJECTED!</title><content type='html'>So for those of you who are keeping up with my PhD plans...they're not anymore. This email came today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SF-7Vj7zkXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cPkbOtwaUkg/s1600-h/rejection.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SF-7Vj7zkXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cPkbOtwaUkg/s320/rejection.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215092872616055154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. No tears over this rejection. It's actually kind of nice that they made the decision for me. I was feeling like it wasn't the right fit, so they confirmed it for me. On to the next!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-301429939360266417?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/301429939360266417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=301429939360266417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/301429939360266417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/301429939360266417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/06/rejected.html' title='REJECTED!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SF-7Vj7zkXI/AAAAAAAAAOI/cPkbOtwaUkg/s72-c/rejection.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-2434351193341535214</id><published>2008-06-19T22:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:19.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Shape Up</title><content type='html'>Hi to my loyal readership (both of you)! Well, I've tried many a times, but this time I'm going to succeed! I've really got to get in shape. I'm tired of missing out on a lot of great things because I'm just too BIG to really enjoy them. I found a fabulous website that's really easy to use to help track both nutrition and fitness. You can access it at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.sparkpeople.com"&gt;www.sparkpeople.com&lt;/a&gt;. It's really interactive...here, I'll show you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFsySC6b8bI/AAAAAAAAANw/MQ3AE4HIXyE/s1600-h/nutrition.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFsySC6b8bI/AAAAAAAAANw/MQ3AE4HIXyE/s320/nutrition.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213816279212487090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So here's the nutrition page. You can have it give you meal plans (which you can adjust--they even provide alternative ideas if you don't like what the plan puts out) or you can just enter in what you ate. It has the calories, carbs, fat, and protein of most foods (you can add it in manually if they don't) so it can keep a running tab for you at the bottom. Pretty cool, huh? When you personalize it, underneath the running tab it will include what your target range is. Up on top you can see you can also keep track of your water. Which reminds me--I need to drink two more glasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFszqjoBQiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KYwLfvSJHUA/s1600-h/strength.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFszqjoBQiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KYwLfvSJHUA/s320/strength.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213817799822098978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an example of the fitness page. You can adjust this one to fit your goals too. Then there is a page for other goals they help you make, a community for support, you can create nutrition or fitness reports, there's a planner and a journal too. And this is all FREE! Way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found something else to help me kick off my successful weight-loss efforts. Obviously, a big part of shaping up is exercising, and I wanted to find something that would work for me. I thought a lot about swimming, since it's very low impact on the knees (which mine would appreciate), but I also know that propinquity is a high factor in fitness success. What does propinquity mean? It means how close it is to you. I just read a great book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Influencer-Change-Anything-Kerry-Patterson/dp/007148499X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1213937434&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Influencer&lt;/a&gt; (great read) and it actually talked about weight loss. It said that one of the key factors in whether or not people exercise is how close their "exercising" is close to where they are. Hence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFs169n-c_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/MoI_6aGRhxU/s1600-h/Gazelle_Edge_Workout_Trainer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFs169n-c_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/MoI_6aGRhxU/s320/Gazelle_Edge_Workout_Trainer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213820280702399474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought a Gazelle Edge Elliptical Trainer! (No, that's not me in the picture...yet!!) I did my research and I got it today. Just $84.96 at your local Wal-Mart! Daniel and I put it together tonight and it's pretty sweet. I'm really excited about it. Anyway, I just want all two of you to know that I'm going to do this and you can check up on me all the time! I can't afford a personal trainer, but feel free to take that role upon yourself to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This turned out to be a rather long blog...wish me success!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-2434351193341535214?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/2434351193341535214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=2434351193341535214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2434351193341535214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2434351193341535214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-to-shape-up.html' title='Time to Shape Up'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFsySC6b8bI/AAAAAAAAANw/MQ3AE4HIXyE/s72-c/nutrition.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-4988609190942846843</id><published>2008-06-15T21:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:46:39.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elephant Video</title><content type='html'>Here it is...finally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts right away, so pay attention. Andrea started filming after the first charge, but you can see how he comes back for us again. Make sure your sound is turned on so you can hear his screech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a0a4e91ecc930c5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a0a4e91ecc930c5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331219656%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4451D0E91C92FB1DF679F77646272986DCF81B64.7C84C5079702A334D4AD8C8376CA57992A09B8B6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a0a4e91ecc930c5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9zVFZ0hSpyL3mfxa3W7CDWaEiIM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7a0a4e91ecc930c5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331219656%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4451D0E91C92FB1DF679F77646272986DCF81B64.7C84C5079702A334D4AD8C8376CA57992A09B8B6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a0a4e91ecc930c5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9zVFZ0hSpyL3mfxa3W7CDWaEiIM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm laughing. No one could believe that I was laughing when we were about to be trampled! But that's what I do when I'm nervous...I laugh! Anyway, hope you enjoyed it. I sure did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-4988609190942846843?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7a0a4e91ecc930c5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/4988609190942846843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=4988609190942846843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/4988609190942846843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/4988609190942846843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/06/elephant-video.html' title='The Elephant Video'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-5730909501764160900</id><published>2008-06-14T17:00:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:20.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update and the Loot</title><content type='html'>So you all know that I got home from Mozambique this week, so I thought I'd give you a quick update and show off the loot that I brought back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going really well. I got right back into the swing of things to try to avoid any jet lag. I went down to Provo for an appointment, and I took advantage of the beautiful day that it was and visited Squaw Peak and South Forth Canyon Park--two of my favorite places in Provo Canyon. It's hard to see how beautiful it was by pictures, but I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRUIAxZY_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/oNiLZ2_pSd0/s1600-h/6.11.08+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRUIAxZY_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/oNiLZ2_pSd0/s200/6.11.08+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211883165397378034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRUI7g8M_I/AAAAAAAAANY/meTUesRwKM0/s1600-h/6.11.08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRUI7g8M_I/AAAAAAAAANY/meTUesRwKM0/s200/6.11.08+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211883181166048242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRU8TMeRZI/AAAAAAAAANg/_u4ZtgCrEIg/s1600-h/6.11.08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRU8TMeRZI/AAAAAAAAANg/_u4ZtgCrEIg/s200/6.11.08+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211884063695979922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friday I was back down in Provo for a PhD interview at BYU. The interview was so-so. I still don't think I've found the right program. I think I'm going to take my own advice and take a year to look at all my PhD options and then start another round of applications. If it's what I really want to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in Provo I was able to visit with four of my MPA professors. I love them and miss them so much! I got a ton of work to do from one of them, so hooray for being employed full-time from home for people I love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is finding a job either here, in Houston, or in Brasília. Alex and I are trying to keep all of our options open right now. We don't feel super strongly about any of the options right now, but we're thinking that's because the right opportunity hasn't come to pass yet. So we're trying to be really, really patient, keeping moving forward in all directions, and praying to find the right place for us to start out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I promised pictures of my loot. Like in Ghana, there is some amazing woodwork that goes on in Mozambique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRSDAcNU8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/HHtbOFjsFK4/s1600-h/6.11.08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRSDAcNU8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/HHtbOFjsFK4/s400/6.11.08+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211880880385905602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite is my nativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRSDgBeiWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ajq3Kb3D5mc/s1600-h/6.11.08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRSDgBeiWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ajq3Kb3D5mc/s400/6.11.08+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211880888863721826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my dearest friends has inspired me to collect nativities from around the world, so now I have one from Ghana, Mozambique, Mexico, and the states. Kinda lame that I don't have one from Brazil yet, huh? Oh well, there will be plenty of time to get that one. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to admit I have thoroughly enjoyed this Saturday of NOT running around like a crazy person. I think it's my first Saturday like that for a long time. Hope everyone is having a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-5730909501764160900?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/5730909501764160900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=5730909501764160900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/5730909501764160900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/5730909501764160900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/06/update-and-loot.html' title='An Update and the Loot'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRUIAxZY_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/oNiLZ2_pSd0/s72-c/6.11.08+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-4468037399541292373</id><published>2008-06-11T23:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:49:18.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Dias dos Namorados!</title><content type='html'>Today is Valentine's Day in Brazil so I just want to tell Alex (and anyone else that reads this!) how much I love him. Even though we are currently a millions miles apart, there is no one that I have ever felt closer to. Here are some pictures of us and the good times we've shared. I love you, amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-013199152516759438 visible ontop" href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=615720b603f2ba59b506e3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=615720b603f2ba59b506e3" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=615720b603f2ba59b506e3&amp;amp;skin_id=801&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="310" width="312"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; font-family: verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 15px; 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Arrive at Beira airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:00 p.m. &lt;/span&gt;Take off for Johannesburg, South Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:35 p.m.&lt;/span&gt; Land at Johannesburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3ish-5:30ish p.m. &lt;/span&gt;Kill time including reading, buying food at a café (which included Andrea getting hit on by Ben, or was it Pedro?), going through an "additional" security check at our gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:00 p.m.&lt;/span&gt; Take off for Dakar, Senegal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:41 &lt;/span&gt;a.m. Land at Dakar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3ish-5ish a.m. (Mozambique time)&lt;/span&gt; Sit on tarmac while plane goes through two security screens, refueling and boarding new passengers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5ish a.m. &lt;/span&gt;Take off for Washington D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 a.m. (Washington D.C. time) &lt;/span&gt;Land in D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:15 a.m.-8:30 a.m. &lt;/span&gt;Go through passport control, pick up bags, go through customs, recheck bags, go through security, board plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:30 a.m. &lt;/span&gt;Take off for Denver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:30 a.m. (Denver time)&lt;/span&gt; Land in Denver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:45 a.m.&lt;/span&gt; Board plane for 11:15 a.m. flight to Salt Lake City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:30 a.m.&lt;/span&gt; Pull away from gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:50 a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attempt &lt;/span&gt;to take off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:51 a.m.&lt;/span&gt; Assess why pilot had to slam on the breaks at the last second before leaving the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:15 p.m.&lt;/span&gt; Taxi plane back to gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:50 p.m. &lt;/span&gt;Determine there is a hydraulics problem and new plane must be used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1ish-2ish p.m.&lt;/span&gt; Kill more time. Find food. Eat food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:10 p.m. &lt;/span&gt;Board plane &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again &lt;/span&gt;for flight to Salt Lake City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:20 p.m.&lt;/span&gt; Successfully take off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:37 p.m.&lt;/span&gt; Land in Salt Lake City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:00 p.m.&lt;/span&gt; Picked up by Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:30 p.m.&lt;/span&gt; Cafe Rio dinner with the fam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:45ish-now p.m.&lt;/span&gt; Watch the Lakers win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-184596348301477489?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/184596348301477489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=184596348301477489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/184596348301477489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/184596348301477489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/06/soooooooooo-long.html' title='Soooooooooo long'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-2841483456732771616</id><published>2008-06-07T14:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:20.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Beauty</title><content type='html'>In my "third-world" travels, I have always noticed how extremely beautiful these places are. Yes the dirt roads are often littered with trash, but if you're able to raise your eyes up off the ground, you will find some of the most spectacular natural beauty you have ever seen. Maybe that's why I do pretty well in places like these--I see the beauty. Anyway, next time you're visiting a less-developed country, my challenge to you is to find the beauty. It's so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same note of natural beauty, my uncle passed along this article today. You can click on it if you want to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ocregister.com/ocregister/travel/abox/article_2032676.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SErrCkVLmCI/AAAAAAAAALk/oWq75NU177I/s200/article.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209234348352182306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article made me so sad. I am so grateful for the memories I have of El Capitan, but I'm sad now that only "rich" people can have access to that wonderful place now. Maybe I'm sensitive right now because of the previous thoughts I shared, but I just wish the world would stop turning beautiful places into those of limited-access based on wealth. Anyway, just some thoughts as I wrap up my time here in Mozambique and prepare to go back to my first-world first home. "First home" because once you start traveling the world, you're never really at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-2841483456732771616?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/2841483456732771616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=2841483456732771616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2841483456732771616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2841483456732771616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/06/natural-beauty.html' title='Natural Beauty'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SErrCkVLmCI/AAAAAAAAALk/oWq75NU177I/s72-c/article.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-2276786104842158593</id><published>2008-06-06T08:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:21.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SElPVwM229I/AAAAAAAAALU/XfsL2B2TQL0/s1600-h/coke2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SElPVwM229I/AAAAAAAAALU/XfsL2B2TQL0/s320/coke2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208781679165365202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I almost made it through my whole time in Mozambique without really getting&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SElPFQM228I/AAAAAAAAALM/CbdrhoPKkXc/s1600-h/pepto_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 56px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SElPFQM228I/AAAAAAAAALM/CbdrhoPKkXc/s320/pepto_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208781395697523650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sick, but today...blah! I am NOT doing well. It was probably the fish we ate yesterday in the village. So what is the remedy? A couple of Cokes and some Pepto-Bismol. Well, neither one have really started working yet, so maybe that isn't the remedy. Oh well. Hopefully it will kick in soon. Maybe I should have mixed the two before taking them. That would be so utterly disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But speaking of utterly disgusting...I found this when I was looking for the picture of the Pepto-Bismol. Check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SElTUAM22-I/AAAAAAAAALc/Fn4xRKWIt1U/s1600-h/pepto_ice_cream1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 99px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SElTUAM22-I/AAAAAAAAALc/Fn4xRKWIt1U/s200/pepto_ice_cream1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208786047147105250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who in their right mind would want to make, let alone EAT Pepto-Bismol ice cream. Hey, maybe I should try to make a Coke float with Pepto-Bismol ice cream. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiick.  =)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll get better soon, I'm sure. DON'T WORRY, MOM! =) I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-2276786104842158593?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/2276786104842158593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=2276786104842158593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2276786104842158593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2276786104842158593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/06/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SElPVwM229I/AAAAAAAAALU/XfsL2B2TQL0/s72-c/coke2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8242067905195270624</id><published>2008-06-05T12:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:51:41.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding Down</title><content type='html'>Today was our last day in the villages! I can't believe the time has gone by so fast. And what better way to end our last day of work in the village by riding home with 15 people in the back of a small pickup truck for 20 minutes! Hahaha. It was quite the ride, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Andrea and I went with the Care for Life volunteers to what they call the "baby orphanage." It's an orphanage for kids from newborn to 5 years old. I got to play with the older kids since I can talk with them, and it was really fun. Little João just adopted me, as he had a rather unusual fear of the quacking stuffed chicken the volunteers brought to play with. He jumped in my arms and wouldn't let me put him down for the rest of the night. It's so nice to be wanted like that, and I can't wait to be a mom someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-8242067905195270624?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8242067905195270624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8242067905195270624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8242067905195270624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8242067905195270624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/06/winding-down.html' title='Winding Down'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-7185502549519115840</id><published>2008-06-04T02:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:21.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para os que falam o português</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEZRM08-O9I/AAAAAAAAALE/ON6a4c8KqtU/s1600-h/port.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEZRM08-O9I/AAAAAAAAALE/ON6a4c8KqtU/s320/port.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207939299915217874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Moçambique tem um vocabluário um pouco diferente que o Brasil. Aqui é uma lista das palavras diferentes que eu achei aqui. (Não sei exatamente soletrar todas, então vou escrever mais ou menos como pronuciá-las.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ônibus = machimbombom&lt;br /&gt;mochila ou mala = pasta&lt;br /&gt;desjejum = mata bicho (e usa-se como verbo...está mata bichando? já mata bichou?)&lt;br /&gt;desjejum (mais formal) = pequeno almoço&lt;br /&gt;gringo = muzungu&lt;br /&gt;não = nada ou ainda (que não faz sentindo nenhum para nós brasileiros--ou os que querem ser brasileiros =)&lt;br /&gt;carona = baléia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é só isso agora. Com certeza vou lembrar de outra e vou adicioná-las. Beijos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-7185502549519115840?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/7185502549519115840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=7185502549519115840' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/7185502549519115840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/7185502549519115840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/06/para-os-que-falam-o-portugus.html' title='Para os que falam o português'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEZRM08-O9I/AAAAAAAAALE/ON6a4c8KqtU/s72-c/port.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-2650550396760913218</id><published>2008-06-03T13:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:21.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposite side of the world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEWdgE8-O8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/a8yP9juefpQ/s1600-h/5.26.08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEWdgE8-O8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/a8yP9juefpQ/s320/5.26.08+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207741718534699970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why I was so surprised to see people driving on the other side of the road in Johannesburg and here in Mozambique. Maybe because in Ghana they drive on the same side of the road as in the states. Anyway, it's already starting to look normal to me these days. Although, I would never try to drive here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-2650550396760913218?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/2650550396760913218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=2650550396760913218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2650550396760913218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2650550396760913218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/06/opposite-side-of-world.html' title='Opposite side of the world...'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEWdgE8-O8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/a8yP9juefpQ/s72-c/5.26.08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-4661875852984239111</id><published>2008-06-02T11:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:23.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a survivor!!</title><content type='html'>This last weekend André, Andrea, João, Ryan, and I decided to go on a little adventure to Gorongosa National Park. Little did we know we were in for the adventure of our LIVES! Here's what went down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the house at 3 a.m. to make the three-hour drive so we would make it in time for the sunrise. Little did we know how FOGGY it was going to be. It was absolutely terrifying to watch, so I just decided to sleep. Amazingly, I did fall asleep, only to be awoken by André's, "Ô tio," as João jerked the steering wheel to the left to avoid the semi truck that was headed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;straight &lt;/span&gt;toward us! Seriously, we couldn't have had a closer near-miss. That was the first time my life flashed before my eyes that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SERASk8-O2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/LzpsmNJykQc/s1600-h/5.31.08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SERASk8-O2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/LzpsmNJykQc/s320/5.31.08+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207357757048372066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it as the sun was rising and the park was beautiful! We saw lots of monkeys and antelope and warthogs and such. About an hour and a half into searching for wildlife, we stumbled across some elephants. Well, we saw one cross the road right in front of us, so we slowed down, but kept moving forward, when all of a sudden at our left a VERY ANGRY elephant appeared. He made that roaring sound with his trunk and got up on his hind legs. Then it looked like he was going to back off, so we stayed put and tried to take the best pictures we could, when all of a sudden, he appeared again and this time started charging at us! Second time my life flashed before my eyes. We have all this on video, I just haven't gotten my hands on it yet, but this was the best picture I could get. (He looks farther away than he really was!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEQ-7E8-O1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/xTDtZFoeZcs/s1600-h/Copy+of+5.31.08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEQ-7E8-O1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/xTDtZFoeZcs/s320/Copy+of+5.31.08+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207356253809818450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, needless to say, João stepped on the gas and got us out of there as fast as he could. Not to far down the path, though, there was this huge tree trunk that had fallen over and blocked the path. We felt like we were in some Indiana Jones movie. So we off-roaded it to get around the tree, and continued going. But not more than 50 yards down the road the path just ended. So then we sat there for a while trying to figure out what to do. We didn't really want to go back the way we had came and chance the elephants again, but we didn't have a choice. Luckily they had moved on, and we were able to go by safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our other mini-adventure before lunch was helping our friends that we met along the way get unstuck. We all started speaking in English, and then we figured out that they were Brazilian! Here's a picture of us getting them unstuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEVUgE8-O3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/py5QP0brSWg/s1600-h/5.31.08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEVUgE8-O3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/py5QP0brSWg/s320/5.31.08+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207661454185872242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tons of elephant tracks where we were helping them get unstuck, so I took advantage of the opportunity to show you all how big these beasts are. Look at the size of that foot compared to mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEVUgk8-O4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/M18HUEGB_wI/s1600-h/5.31.08+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEVUgk8-O4I/AAAAAAAAAKc/M18HUEGB_wI/s320/5.31.08+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207661462775806850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the main camp for lunch and met up with our new Brazilian friends. At about 3 o'clock we headed out to the park again in search of the elusive lions! We drove around for a couple of hours and saw some more animals, but no lions. João took us to a nice spot to take some pictures, so we pulled over and got out of the car. After we took our pictures, we climbed back into the car to head out of the park. Just one problem...the car wouldn't start. My life flashed before my eyes for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;third &lt;/span&gt;time in one day. We got out and pushed the car to try to get it started moving, but nothing was working. LUCKILY, the last car on its way out of the park stumbled on us. There are a million paths in the park, so it was truly a miracle that they found us. They towed us in for the 40-minute drive back to the gate. If they hadn't found us, we would have been locked in the park all night long. Can you even imagine what that would have been like?? Thank goodness we said a prayer before we left in the morning, and I know many of you having been praying for me too. So, THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEVUg08-O5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ek6Fg9gmVwE/s1600-h/5.31.08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEVUg08-O5I/AAAAAAAAAKk/ek6Fg9gmVwE/s320/5.31.08+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207661467070774162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got there we ended up having to spend the night at the "hotel" there, basically bungalows that you can see above. It was really nice (which we paid for!) but I still found ants in my bed. Yeah! So we took a shower, put our dirty clothes back on, ate dinner at the bar, and then went to bed in our clothes. Blah. That night we also arranged for a driver from Care for Life to come pick us up in the morning, since the hotel was going to charge us an arm and a leg for a ride back to Beira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we woke up to the owner of the hotel knocking on our door and telling us that we could catch a ride on their helicopter to the airport in Beira. The pilot had to go to the airport anyway to pick up some hotel guests, so we went! Here are some pictures from that experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEVUg08-O6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/rQPX7G-p8C8/s1600-h/5.31.08+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEVUg08-O6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/rQPX7G-p8C8/s320/5.31.08+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207661467070774178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEVUhE8-O7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/jlQOlAN1kNc/s1600-h/5.31.08+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SEVUhE8-O7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/jlQOlAN1kNc/s320/5.31.08+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207661471365741490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gil came and picked us up from the airport, and we got home at about 11:30 a.m. It was really the most adventurous 33 hours of my life that I never want to relive again! Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-4661875852984239111?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/4661875852984239111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=4661875852984239111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/4661875852984239111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/4661875852984239111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-survivor.html' title='I&apos;m a survivor!!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SERASk8-O2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/LzpsmNJykQc/s72-c/5.31.08+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-2486635138860667558</id><published>2008-05-29T09:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:23.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Coincidence</title><content type='html'>So today we dropped off Raquel at the airport and picked up João. I'm sad to have Raquel go. =( We had some fun times and good laughs! =) But I guess "the work" continues on, just like a mission, although it won't be the same without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were leaving the airport we ran into two lds couples...the mission president (and co-founder of Care for Life with his wife as the other co-founder) and the area president and his wife. It was nice to stop and chat for a while with them. Below, I'll include a quick summary of how Care for Life got started. It's a great story that shows how much one person can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD7Llk8-OzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/et8zHteDgFY/s1600-h/5.29.08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD7Llk8-OzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/et8zHteDgFY/s320/5.29.08+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205822065721883442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sister Packard (founder) and the area presidency.&lt;br /&gt;Below is the Care for Life headquarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD7Ll08-O0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6TCqaGOB9Bk/s1600-h/DSC05252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD7Ll08-O0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6TCqaGOB9Bk/s320/DSC05252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205822070016850754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;After hearing about the devastating flood of 1999 in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mozambique&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Cindy Packard, a midwife in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:State&gt;, became interested in finding a way to help in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Her trip to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Mozambique&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in June of 2000, showed Cindy the urgent need for help in that area. Plans to teach a basic health course and bring needed birth kits led to the creation of a nonprofit called Care for Life. NGO status was granted in 2002, and Augusto Cherequejahne was hired as the National Director. CFL established a center in the city of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Magna&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, and in 2004 a 22-acre farm was purchased to provide the NGO with sustainable income. CFL has partnered with the Mozambican government, Esperanza, Health Alliance International, and USAID.&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-2486635138860667558?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/2486635138860667558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=2486635138860667558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2486635138860667558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2486635138860667558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-coincidence.html' title='Happy Coincidence'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD7Llk8-OzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/et8zHteDgFY/s72-c/5.29.08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-6048613385324620838</id><published>2008-05-28T11:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:25.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2Tpk8-OyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0eKVcn_WGC0/s1600-h/DSC05405.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've posted a lot of pictures of other people and places, so it's probably time I posted some of me. Here are a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2Rx08-OpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5jMtwihwpnY/s1600-h/DSC05165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2Rx08-OpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5jMtwihwpnY/s320/DSC05165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205477029524159122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first day in Beira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2S7E8-OuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qGCJA7uCEgE/s1600-h/DSC05322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2S7E8-OuI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qGCJA7uCEgE/s320/DSC05322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205478287949576930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one night we ate dinner out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2S7U8-OvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/h85bOz-WA1A/s1600-h/DSC05328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2S7U8-OvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/h85bOz-WA1A/s320/DSC05328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205478292244544242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;André and I at lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2S7k8-OwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3jYRKvtRYj4/s1600-h/DSC05384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2S7k8-OwI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3jYRKvtRYj4/s320/DSC05384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205478296539511554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right after a village class got out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2RzE8-OqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IaPniQsbzFs/s1600-h/DSC05196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2RzE8-OqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/IaPniQsbzFs/s320/DSC05196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205477050998995618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raquel and I at a village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2Rzk8-OrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jJtGcigkOB8/s1600-h/DSC05240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2Rzk8-OrI/AAAAAAAAAI0/jJtGcigkOB8/s320/DSC05240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205477059588930226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quel and I at a school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2R0E8-OsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/A_-2Iv9kADI/s1600-h/DSC05247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2R0E8-OsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/A_-2Iv9kADI/s320/DSC05247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205477068178864834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I look like a total retard in this picture, but this is Belkiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2R3E8-OtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/S6r07oGs7LQ/s1600-h/DSC05297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2R3E8-OtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/S6r07oGs7LQ/s320/DSC05297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205477119718472402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cooking at Marta's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2Tpk8-OyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0eKVcn_WGC0/s1600-h/DSC05405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2Tpk8-OyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/0eKVcn_WGC0/s320/DSC05405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205479086813494050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2S7k8-OxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RvsG1Ippo7M/s1600-h/DSC05407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2S7k8-OxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RvsG1Ippo7M/s320/DSC05407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205478296539511570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raquel and I today in Mungassa.&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/4104483100290904710-6048613385324620838?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/6048613385324620838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=6048613385324620838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6048613385324620838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6048613385324620838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-me.html' title='Just Me'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2Rx08-OpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5jMtwihwpnY/s72-c/DSC05165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8501655062753387101</id><published>2008-05-28T10:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:26.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come back!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday all the little kids flocked to us, and in this village all the kids did this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2MFE8-OoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zFVHDfzJ3zw/s1600-h/5.28.08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2MFE8-OoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zFVHDfzJ3zw/s320/5.28.08+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205470763166874242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ran away from us! Apparently not a lot of muzumbos (white people) come to Mungassa. (And by the way, I wasn't chasing after this kid to get a picture! He was running from one side of the yard to the other and staying as far away from us as he could. Coitado!) One little girl even started to cry. We aren't that ugly! But, by the end of the day, some kids let us take their picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-8501655062753387101?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8501655062753387101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8501655062753387101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8501655062753387101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8501655062753387101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/05/come-back.html' title='Come back!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SD2MFE8-OoI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zFVHDfzJ3zw/s72-c/5.28.08+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-4546420155354534228</id><published>2008-05-27T12:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:27.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Babies</title><content type='html'>They aren't really babies, but they are so amazingly beautiful. Whenever we go into a village, the kids just flock to us. Yeah, we're new and white, but we also give them attention. And we take their pictures. They absolutely love having their picture taken and then seeing it on the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDxZwE8-OkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lJKd9oSm9x8/s1600-h/5.27.08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDxZwE8-OkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lJKd9oSm9x8/s200/5.27.08+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205133951831521858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Victorinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDxZwE8-OlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JA4y6G-FTJo/s1600-h/5.27.08+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDxZwE8-OlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/JA4y6G-FTJo/s200/5.27.08+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205133951831521874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDxZwU8-OmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hNPX0EQVgro/s1600-h/5.27.08+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDxZwU8-OmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hNPX0EQVgro/s200/5.27.08+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205133956126489186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Júlia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDxbaE8-OnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/dKhwYe9Ubxg/s1600-h/5.27.08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDxbaE8-OnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/dKhwYe9Ubxg/s320/5.27.08+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205135772897655410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is such a privilege to be here and meet my brothers and sisters that happen to live in Mozambique. I hope the research we are doing will build them up so that they can make their lives all that they want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-4546420155354534228?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/4546420155354534228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=4546420155354534228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/4546420155354534228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/4546420155354534228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-babies.html' title='Beautiful Babies'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDxZwE8-OkI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lJKd9oSm9x8/s72-c/5.27.08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-501545033066378543</id><published>2008-05-26T03:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T03:34:09.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Juicy Tidbit</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot...yesterday when we were walking home from church, we passed this short, old man on the street and he said, "Good morning," in English. Then he points to me and says (in English), "This one for me." We tried not to laugh too hard as we kept walking down the street with him calling again, "This one for me." Sorry dude, I'm taken. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-501545033066378543?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/501545033066378543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=501545033066378543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/501545033066378543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/501545033066378543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/05/juicy-tidbit.html' title='Juicy Tidbit'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8404083857976046796</id><published>2008-05-25T11:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:28.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Marta</title><content type='html'>Marta is a nurse and works in the health sector for Care for Life. She is wonderfully bubbly and so generous. She invited us over to her house on Saturday to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;learn &lt;/span&gt;how to make lunch. It was lots of fun, and boy did we learn! Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmffk8-OWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3RXzxpIHi08/s1600-h/5.24.08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmffk8-OWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3RXzxpIHi08/s320/5.24.08+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204366209247492450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, we had to get to Marta's house, which is two "chapas" away. These little vans crammed with people are called chapas. The most people we had in one at one time was 22. This is Andrea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmfgE8-OXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/suU88y0mqYw/s1600-h/5.24.08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmfgE8-OXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/suU88y0mqYw/s320/5.24.08+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204366217837427058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here, Tatiana was showing Raquel and André how to play a jump rope game, using a little rope to demonstrate with her fingers. It was Tatiana's 11th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmfgU8-OYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EFzCPawInYU/s1600-h/5.24.08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmfgU8-OYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/EFzCPawInYU/s320/5.24.08+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204366222132394370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are muscles...yummy appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmj6E8-OcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5NOe8Rcejo8/s1600-h/5.24.08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmj6E8-OcI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5NOe8Rcejo8/s320/5.24.08+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204371062560537026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me trying the muscles for the first time...it was...ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmj5U8-OZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/h3U0Vqlz8hk/s1600-h/5.24.08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmj5U8-OZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/h3U0Vqlz8hk/s320/5.24.08+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204371049675635090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marta showing Raquel how to prepare the collard greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmj508-OaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iqLtDHRUCgg/s1600-h/5.24.08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmj508-OaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/iqLtDHRUCgg/s320/5.24.08+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204371058265569698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tatiana showed me how to shave the coconut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmj508-ObI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xqpd1x699jk/s1600-h/5.24.08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmj508-ObI/AAAAAAAAAG0/xqpd1x699jk/s320/5.24.08+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204371058265569714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got it down, but was quickly relieved since I wasn't the fastest at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmj6U8-OdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/b3jgHFskpI0/s1600-h/5.24.08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmj6U8-OdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/b3jgHFskpI0/s320/5.24.08+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204371066855504338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frying up the fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll get more pictures from Raquel, but this is what I've got right now. Altogether the meal consisted of popcorn and muscles for appetizers, and then fried fish, collard greens cooked in coconut milk, cucumber salad, massa (cornmeal dough), pineapple, and juice. It was a feast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4104483100290904710-8404083857976046796?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8404083857976046796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8404083857976046796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8404083857976046796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8404083857976046796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/05/lunch-with-marta.html' title='Lunch with Marta'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDmffk8-OWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/3RXzxpIHi08/s72-c/5.24.08+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-1739566361863986392</id><published>2008-05-24T15:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:28.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mozambican First!</title><content type='html'>This is the INDIAN OCEAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDiLVE8-OTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/c77aKxB72gg/s1600-h/5.24.08+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDiLVE8-OTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/c77aKxB72gg/s320/5.24.08+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204062563649599794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at night. See the light on the boat out there? Anyway, you can't really see it here in the picture, but I really saw it here in Mozambique tonight...pretty cool! Now I've just got the Arctic and the Antarctic Oceans left to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-1739566361863986392?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/1739566361863986392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=1739566361863986392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/1739566361863986392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/1739566361863986392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/05/mozambican-first.html' title='A Mozambican First!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDiLVE8-OTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/c77aKxB72gg/s72-c/5.24.08+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8091756104721599439</id><published>2008-05-24T11:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:29.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. and Mrs. Brandon Barrick</title><content type='html'>So in my craziness to post about Mozambique, I didn't get a chance to post something about my brother's wedding. But now I have pictures, so I guess it's worth the wait, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went absolutely perfect on May 15, 2008. I don't think I've seen a smoother wedding in my life. No hitches...no tears...it was fabulous. Brandon and Megan had the biggest smiles you've ever seen all day long. Their sealing was lovely too and the word that was probably spoken the most was ENJOY. I hope that's what they do as they start their life together. I'm sorry I missed the open house in California, guys, but know that I love you and wish you the best in everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDhcW08-ORI/AAAAAAAAAFk/l0pOBkl09t8/s1600-h/32.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDhcW08-ORI/AAAAAAAAAFk/l0pOBkl09t8/s200/32.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204010916667865362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDhcW08-OSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FhPUqz7xMM8/s1600-h/new+family.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDhcW08-OSI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FhPUqz7xMM8/s200/new+family.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204010916667865378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDhcWk8-OQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/S_ZIzL6y0WU/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDhcWk8-OQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/S_ZIzL6y0WU/s200/1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204010912372898050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-8091756104721599439?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8091756104721599439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8091756104721599439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8091756104721599439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8091756104721599439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/05/family-time.html' title='Mr. and Mrs. Brandon Barrick'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDhcW08-ORI/AAAAAAAAAFk/l0pOBkl09t8/s72-c/32.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-5236770066238140251</id><published>2008-05-23T01:04:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:29.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smacking on Cane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;Here's my promised post on learning how to eat sugarcane.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDZyuk8-OOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RGnboCxDagE/s1600-h/5.22.08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDZyuk8-OOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RGnboCxDagE/s200/5.22.08+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203472563992148194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;So while we rested under a tree a man came up and generous threw two big canes at our feet. We knew what it was, but we didn't know what to do with it. He "peeled"  the first couple of pieces for us. Here's Raquel attempting to peel another one. (I didn't eve n try!) Once the cane was peeled we just started chewing on it like we were playing the flute. Like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDZzh08-OPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hCgTi59DtAI/s1600-h/5.22.08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDZzh08-OPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hCgTi59DtAI/s200/5.22.08+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203473444460443890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we sat there chewing and chewing. It was pretty good. The people we were with were looking at their charts and not paying much attention to us during all of this...or where they trying to ignore our total ignorance?? After we were done and the Care for Life people were done, they started hacking at the cane...they cut it up into little pieces, popped a piece in their mouth, chewed it until all the juice was gone, and then spit out what was left. Boy, did we feel like idiots! Oh well, next time we know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-5236770066238140251?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/5236770066238140251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=5236770066238140251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/5236770066238140251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/5236770066238140251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/05/smacking-on-cane.html' title='Smacking on Cane'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDZyuk8-OOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/RGnboCxDagE/s72-c/5.22.08+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8675553614506793916</id><published>2008-05-22T11:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:00:42.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower by Flashlight</title><content type='html'>Again, not a first. A mission in Belém really prepared me for Africa I guess. So we have water, electricity, and Internet....something else must go, a.k.a. the light in the bathroom. Anyway, I love when stuff like this happens...it was quite a romantic experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-8675553614506793916?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8675553614506793916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8675553614506793916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8675553614506793916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8675553614506793916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/05/shower-by-flashlight.html' title='Shower by Flashlight'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-292149917126263905</id><published>2008-05-22T09:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:31.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheguei em MOÇAMBIQUE!</title><content type='html'>After a grueling, two-day trip to get here (23.5 actual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flying &lt;/span&gt;hours), I finally arrived in Beira, Mozambique. When I got on the bus at the South Africa airport to take us &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWUr08-OFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cRhhzLSRfZg/s1600-h/5.21.08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWUr08-OFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cRhhzLSRfZg/s320/5.21.08+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203228425166141522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to our plane, I had no idea we'd be taking one of those Embraer jets...smallest plane I have ever been on. So here's a picture of our room here at the Care for Life headquarters. Top bunk...woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really nice place, for the most part. Supposively, the water is back on for good (brought back some Santarém memories), and with wireless Internet, I am a happy clam (except when it goes out...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first day I got here we dropped off my stuff and headed out to a village for their celebration day for Care for Life--the day they get their prizes for meeting their six-month goals. I don't have any pictures from that, but I'll get some from Raquel and Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Raquel and I spent the morning getting me up to speed with what she had observed and such, and we had some fabulous conversation going. It was great. That afternoon we went out and exchanged money for me, went grocery shopping, and came back and did some interviews with Care for Life staff at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to a village called Chiverano. They have been with Care for Life for four months. The people were very friendly, and I was really impressed with how clean and tidy their living circumstances were. I haven't seen an un-Care for Life village yet (that's tomorrow) so I don't know how different it really is since they started, but it was really, very nice. Here are some pictures from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWWdk8-OGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nuHq84lqpA4/s1600-h/5.22.08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWWdk8-OGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nuHq84lqpA4/s320/5.22.08+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203230379376261218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of different kinds of house structures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWXdE8-OHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z_Z21qz32nw/s1600-h/5.22.08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWXdE8-OHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z_Z21qz32nw/s320/5.22.08+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203231470297954418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be hard to see, but this one has a rain gutter on the front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWXdk8-OII/AAAAAAAAAEc/hD9MzV7JjGc/s1600-h/5.22.08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWXdk8-OII/AAAAAAAAAEc/hD9MzV7JjGc/s320/5.22.08+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203231478887889026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Probably more of what we think of when we hear "African village"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWXeE8-OJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4Z-yPpAS2Q8/s1600-h/5.22.08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWXeE8-OJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4Z-yPpAS2Q8/s320/5.22.08+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203231487477823634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyone has a goal of keeping their yard area swept. They all make these beautiful designs in the sand/dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWXek8-OKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iRGZ9kcnsu0/s1600-h/5.22.08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWXek8-OKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iRGZ9kcnsu0/s320/5.22.08+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203231496067758242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of them also all have a family garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWXe08-OLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mmeJaw9-L0U/s1600-h/5.22.08+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWXe08-OLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mmeJaw9-L0U/s320/5.22.08+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203231500362725554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with some new friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later I'll post about Raquel's and my experience with sucking sugar cane...yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-292149917126263905?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/292149917126263905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=292149917126263905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/292149917126263905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/292149917126263905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheguei-em-moambique.html' title='Cheguei em MOÇAMBIQUE!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SDWUr08-OFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cRhhzLSRfZg/s72-c/5.21.08+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-6908693417821149929</id><published>2008-05-08T23:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:32:12.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2007/09/24/graffiti460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 154px;" src="http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Arts/Arts_/Pictures/2007/09/24/graffiti460.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was reading Dani's blog tonight and I realized that she had tagged me (I think!). Haha. Anyway, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago.....&lt;br /&gt;I was practicing furiously to help the TOHS band and colorguard earn a spot in the Rose Parade (which they got, but I stopped guard that year because I was so freaked out that it was taking too much time away from my studying and I wouldn't be able to get into BYU because of it. man, was I lame.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to do list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Renew my car registration before leaving the country.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get malaria pills before leaving the country.&lt;br /&gt;3. See her brother get married...before we both leave the country.&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish by PhD application to BYU before leaving the country.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pack for leaving the country!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;1. Ritz crackers&lt;br /&gt;2. dried fruit&lt;br /&gt;3. pudding&lt;br /&gt;4. Wheat thins&lt;br /&gt;5. cheeeeeeeeeese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 foods I love....&lt;br /&gt;1. beans and rice&lt;br /&gt;2. ice cream&lt;br /&gt;3. my enchiladas&lt;br /&gt;4. chicken-broccoli casserole&lt;br /&gt;5. BREAD (unfortunately...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do if I  suddenly had a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;I would instantly become Alex's sponsor and get him here ASAP!!!!!!! I'd pay for my wedding, PhD, kids, and then SAVE the rest...college funds, mission funds, marriage funds, etc. Oh, I'd give a bunch of it away too. And maybe start my mega-NGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5  places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;Thousand Oaks, CA, USA&lt;br /&gt;Provo, UT, USA&lt;br /&gt;Santarém, Pará, Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Macapá, Amapá, Brasil&lt;br /&gt;São Luís, Maranhão, Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite quote:&lt;br /&gt;I have a million favorite quotes! I collect them and put them up everywhere. Can I write two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite is my own...is that egotistical or what? Lots of times I have to tell myself, "Just because it's hard, doesn't mean it's impossible." For those of you who know what I've been going through these last two years, you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my new favorite quotes comes from Randy Pausch's last lecture..."Brick walls are there for a reason. They let us prove how badly we want things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone really reads this blog, so I'm not really worried about tagging anyone. =) At least I enjoyed having to think about my answers to these questions. Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-6908693417821149929?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/6908693417821149929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=6908693417821149929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6908693417821149929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6908693417821149929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged??'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-3476202416368059514</id><published>2008-05-06T23:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:47:45.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormons Rock!</title><content type='html'>So Alex and I were talking about this a few weeks ago, and here it is in Newsweek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/135758"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America's Next Top Mormon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-3476202416368059514?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/3476202416368059514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=3476202416368059514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3476202416368059514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3476202416368059514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/05/mormons-rock.html' title='Mormons Rock!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-5969381601584503143</id><published>2008-05-01T10:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:32.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Master Summer</title><content type='html'>On Friday, April 25th, I received my MPA...no, not an MBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SBn-qFiXTpI/AAAAAAAAADI/18PjeM7nDRM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SBn-qFiXTpI/AAAAAAAAADI/18PjeM7nDRM/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195463644142849682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(True story...I'm introducing myself at a get-to-know-you activity..."My name is Summer, I'm getting an MPA at BYU, and I like cereal." Dumb girl who thinks she knows everything..."Um, I think you mean an M-&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-A." Me..."Oh, you're right. MBA, MPA, it's so hard to remember what degree &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM&lt;/span&gt; getting. Thanks for helping out a poor, lost soul like me." OK, that's not what I said. It was more like..."No, you dumb retard, it's called an MPA. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PUBLIC ADMINISTRATION&lt;/span&gt;. We're the ones who make sure you have roads to drive on, water to drink, and oh, yeah, that your toilet flushes. We also decide how much you pay in taxes, what new shopping center gets built in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;backyard, and whether or not you have to buckle your seatbelt when you drive on the roads &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;made sure you have. We are also the ones that try to make the world a better place by properly managing philanthropic, nonprofit, and international development ventures. So, you stupid, stupid girl, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;get it right...M&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;A...say it...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M-P-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." Ok, so I didn't say that either. That's just what I wanted to say. I think I just said something like, "Actually, it is an MPA. I'm going into public administration instead of business administration." Dang us MPAs for being so gosh-darn nice! Ok...end of true story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation was great! Elder Bednar spoke at commencement on Thursday afternoon. His message? Never stop learning! Amen. That night my family had a homemade dinner in the Maeser Building to celebrate. It was awesome. Friday morning started with attending UVSC's graduation (my "second mom" was the valedictorian speaker at her convocation!), then our MPA reception on the 7th floor of the Tanner Building, class picture by the bell tower, convocation (forever long...darn all those undergraduates!), then family pictures, dinner at home in North Salt Lake, and then ended with dessert at The Roof in Salt Lake. It was fabulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-5969381601584503143?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/5969381601584503143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=5969381601584503143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/5969381601584503143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/5969381601584503143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/05/master-summer.html' title='Master Summer'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SBn-qFiXTpI/AAAAAAAAADI/18PjeM7nDRM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-6104261969520189605</id><published>2008-04-20T09:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:33.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression</title><content type='html'>Even though I think I can be quite the talker, when I feel intense emotions, I have no idea what to say. That's when I write poems. These are really simple, but they are me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SAtoriVI40I/AAAAAAAAACo/xg7k1w7STLU/s1600-h/summer+of+winter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SAtoriVI40I/AAAAAAAAACo/xg7k1w7STLU/s320/summer+of+winter.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191358092633760578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SAtoriVI41I/AAAAAAAAACw/Z_YRzi2iLfg/s1600-h/lua.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SAtoriVI41I/AAAAAAAAACw/Z_YRzi2iLfg/s320/lua.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191358092633760594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SAtoryVI42I/AAAAAAAAAC4/_nmgv3-4MuU/s1600-h/jk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SAtoryVI42I/AAAAAAAAAC4/_nmgv3-4MuU/s320/jk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191358096928727906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SAtosCVI43I/AAAAAAAAADA/nNqqXuuxKVs/s1600-h/Fragilidade+da+Mulher.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SAtosCVI43I/AAAAAAAAADA/nNqqXuuxKVs/s320/Fragilidade+da+Mulher.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191358101223695218" 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/4104483100290904710-6104261969520189605?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/6104261969520189605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=6104261969520189605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6104261969520189605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/6104261969520189605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/04/expression.html' title='Expression'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SAtoriVI40I/AAAAAAAAACo/xg7k1w7STLU/s72-c/summer+of+winter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8190740073515100696</id><published>2008-04-08T17:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:33.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Texas or Not to Texas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_wFF8YOdvI/AAAAAAAAACg/DMOc8kkSyNg/s1600-h/texas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_wFF8YOdvI/AAAAAAAAACg/DMOc8kkSyNg/s320/texas.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187026470489192178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been asking me about what's going on with Texas Tech...they finally called me on Friday and invited me out to interview. Still no date yet, but I'm going to go and check it out. I figure, it can't hurt! I'm not really feeling the PhD desire these days, so who knows. But I hear that Lubbock is so exciting!! I'll let you know what I find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-8190740073515100696?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8190740073515100696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8190740073515100696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8190740073515100696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8190740073515100696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-texas-or-not-to-texas.html' title='To Texas or Not to Texas?'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_wFF8YOdvI/AAAAAAAAACg/DMOc8kkSyNg/s72-c/texas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-7712555951213101527</id><published>2008-04-08T14:54:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:34.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil Baby!</title><content type='html'>I've discovered that a blog is a great thing to have during finals time...the ultimate escape from doing what you should be doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Brazil February 15-27 and it was one of my favorite trips ever! It was great to see that I can travel internationally by myself (which will come in hand for Mozambique), to be back in Brazil, and to be with Alex and his family. Alex worked every morning from 7-3, so I stayed home and studied and then either I would go meet him downtown or he would come home and we'd hang out around Valparaíso. It was great to just be there and be part of life for a while. Here are some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_ve4MYOdnI/AAAAAAAAABg/12KdFLcX24c/s1600-h/airport2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_ve4MYOdnI/AAAAAAAAABg/12KdFLcX24c/s320/airport2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186984452824135282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                            At the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_vf38YOdoI/AAAAAAAAABo/Tc29ZVoszcE/s1600-h/Brasil+%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_vf38YOdoI/AAAAAAAAABo/Tc29ZVoszcE/s320/Brasil+%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186985548040795778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_vgSMYOdpI/AAAAAAAAABw/Z9IO-w9sc7k/s1600-h/variadas+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_vgSMYOdpI/AAAAAAAAABw/Z9IO-w9sc7k/s320/variadas+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186985999012361874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Downtown Brasília!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_vgccYOdqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YIj9fX8wyFA/s1600-h/variadas+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_vgccYOdqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YIj9fX8wyFA/s320/variadas+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186986175106021026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On top of the T.V. tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_vgkcYOdrI/AAAAAAAAACA/NSnoJ0PCxWc/s1600-h/variadas+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_vgkcYOdrI/AAAAAAAAACA/NSnoJ0PCxWc/s320/variadas+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186986312544974514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had the missionaries over for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So things were going great when one day Alex and his brother, Pedro, and I went to this beautiful park surrounding the lake downtown. Here's a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_viDsYOdsI/AAAAAAAAACI/p-nX2dzpEsg/s1600-h/Brasil+%2840%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_viDsYOdsI/AAAAAAAAACI/p-nX2dzpEsg/s320/Brasil+%2840%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186987948927514306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pretty, huh? So we were walking along the sidewalk around the lake and we came to this little dock. So we went out on the dock and took pictures of the Ponte JK and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_vis8YOdtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m8HMzP27Jxg/s1600-h/Brasil+%2846%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_vis8YOdtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m8HMzP27Jxg/s320/Brasil+%2846%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186988657597118162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that Alex had taken me to that very spot to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;propose&lt;/span&gt;! Only thing was, there was a group of people waiting to come out to the dock and Alex didn't want to propose with them right there. He tried waiting them out, but I was like, "It's ok. We've had our turn. We can go." I really didn't suspect anything! So we walked around the lake a little big more and he found a spot and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_vqqcYOduI/AAAAAAAAACY/t03zs1NNCKA/s1600-h/Brasil+%2894%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f41348319dd2effe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df41348319dd2effe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331219656%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D218830034E94CD7209EA95C0E3A49012A6B96408.3750766B302BECB7552032EC553C7DCA5AC33050%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df41348319dd2effe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWvVC4tx7d8Pa3wQsn63YApwBQes&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df41348319dd2effe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331219656%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D218830034E94CD7209EA95C0E3A49012A6B96408.3750766B302BECB7552032EC553C7DCA5AC33050%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df41348319dd2effe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWvVC4tx7d8Pa3wQsn63YApwBQes&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I look like a total retard here...I was really nervous! I couldn't believe it was happening!! But I was really excited! We went out to dinner with his family that night and when I woke up the next morning I had a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge smile on my face. And I ring on my finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_vqqcYOduI/AAAAAAAAACY/t03zs1NNCKA/s1600-h/Brasil+%2894%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_vqqcYOduI/AAAAAAAAACY/t03zs1NNCKA/s320/Brasil+%2894%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186997410740467426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-7712555951213101527?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f41348319dd2effe&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/7712555951213101527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=7712555951213101527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/7712555951213101527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/7712555951213101527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/04/brazil-baby.html' title='Brazil Baby!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R_ve4MYOdnI/AAAAAAAAABg/12KdFLcX24c/s72-c/airport2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-416015022490872109</id><published>2008-04-08T08:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T08:18:17.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive...and kicking!!</title><content type='html'>So everyone has been getting on my case to update my blog...I guess I'm about as good with this as I am with my journal. So it may take a few days to post at least the major events of the last THREE months, but I'll get to it, I promise. But to start us back into the depths of Summer's thoughts, here's something that she just couldn't believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this article... &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/worklife/04/07/cb.non.profit.jobs/index.html"&gt;10 Great Jobs in Nonprofits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm usually not one who gets offended at every chance, but this is just ridiculous. Jobs #3 to #10 are just insulting. My personal favorite is #8...Janitors and cleaners. First of all, what does a nonprofit janitor do that a private sector janitor doesn't do? Which brings me to point number two. If you are going to be a janitor...work in the PRIVATE SECTOR. I'm sure you'll get paid more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need to be more humble and realize that this article could be the answer to my prayers. I've been wanting to know how I break into the nonprofit world with my MPA degree. I guess I should polish up on my toilet cleaning skills...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-416015022490872109?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/416015022490872109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=416015022490872109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/416015022490872109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/416015022490872109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/04/still-alive.html' title='Still alive...and kicking!!'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-3418478854603748865</id><published>2008-01-23T23:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:34.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue to Red?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R5g2sXQsUKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yLYFL873LmQ/s1600-h/texas-tech-university.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R5g2sXQsUKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yLYFL873LmQ/s320/texas-tech-university.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158933508939075746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it possible that after so many years of proudly wearing blue (Weathersfield Eagles, Los Cerritos Matadors, and my beloved BYU) that I could possibly go to RED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor of mine recently told me that if you want to make God laugh, just tell him your plans. Texas. Red. PhD. Management. God's gotta be laughing so hard right now...I said I'd never do any of those things...and now I'm walking down that road. Somebody save me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-3418478854603748865?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/3418478854603748865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=3418478854603748865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3418478854603748865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3418478854603748865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/01/blue-to-red.html' title='Blue to Red?'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R5g2sXQsUKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yLYFL873LmQ/s72-c/texas-tech-university.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-2280763437747098063</id><published>2008-01-18T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:02:38.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting the media in its place</title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd congratulate Bill Clinton and Mitt Romney in the same sentence, but I completely approve of how they have taken a stand against the media. Of course, the media try to make these "outbursts" seem like negative acts, but I have never been happier to see someone "lose their cool" with the media. Congrats, guys! Keep up the good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out even how theses videos are labeled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/politics/2008/01/17/sot.bill.clinton.annoyed.kgo"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/politics/2008/01/17/sot.bill.clinton.annoyed.kgo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/politics/2008/01/17/romney.reporter.spat.cnn"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/politics/2008/01/17/romney.reporter.spat.cnn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-2280763437747098063?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/2280763437747098063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=2280763437747098063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2280763437747098063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2280763437747098063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/01/putting-media-in-its-place.html' title='Putting the media in its place'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-4868043782188280840</id><published>2008-01-11T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:34.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round Two</title><content type='html'>Here's how today's turned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R4fpa9LOnpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/q3vUeW-oIys/s1600-h/kaylee+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R4fpa9LOnpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/q3vUeW-oIys/s320/kaylee+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154344947856350866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had gone with the lighter lilac color, but it's still pretty dang cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-4868043782188280840?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/4868043782188280840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=4868043782188280840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/4868043782188280840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/4868043782188280840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/01/round-two.html' title='Round Two'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R4fpa9LOnpI/AAAAAAAAAAw/q3vUeW-oIys/s72-c/kaylee+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-3332292511579820821</id><published>2008-01-11T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:21:35.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Experimenting</title><content type='html'>So I'm not very good at keeping my blog updated. I'll try to be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R4fjRNLOnoI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wUyl5GkbDOM/s1600-h/kaylee+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R4fjRNLOnoI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wUyl5GkbDOM/s320/kaylee+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154338183282859650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my attempt at being a crafty person. A good friend 0f mine is having a baby and his name will be Caio, so I wanted to see if I could pull off this vision that I had in the middle of Wal-Mart. What do you think? I'm going to attempt another one this afternoon. I'll post a picture of how a girl version turns out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-3332292511579820821?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/3332292511579820821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=3332292511579820821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3332292511579820821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/3332292511579820821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2008/01/creative-experimenting.html' title='Creative Experimenting'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/R4fjRNLOnoI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wUyl5GkbDOM/s72-c/kaylee+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-2598422562724013161</id><published>2007-12-26T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:35:48.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Frenzy</title><content type='html'>So since the minute the semester ended, I haven't been able to stop reading (except for eating, sleeping, opening Christmas presents, and writing this blog...let's not forget that this is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST&lt;/span&gt; "Christmas vacation" of my life!). My reading list for the break includes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Man's Search for Meaning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change the World: How Ordinary People Can Accomplish Extraordinary Results&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Building the Bridge as You Walk On It&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The End of Poverty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bridges out of Poverty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal Destinies (again!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If God Loves Me, Why This?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bonds that Make Us Free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any other juicy tidbits that I Stumble! on. Here are some good ones:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.positivityblog.com/index.php/2007/02/22/5-life-changing-keys-to-overcoming-your-fear/"&gt;http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinksimplenow.com/creativity/7-habits-of-highly-innovative-people/"&gt;http://thinksimplenow.com/creativity/7-habits-of-highly-innovative-people/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://deoxy.org/rst.htm"&gt;http://deoxy.org/rst.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;amp;postID=2598422562724013161#%20http://cogprints.org/288/0/howmista.htm"&gt;http://cogprints.org/288/0/howmista.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/things-i-wish-i%e2%80%99d-know-when-i-was-younger.html"&gt;http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifestyle/things-i-wish-i%e2%80%99d-know-when-i-was-younger.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.positivityblog.com/index.php/2007/02/22/5-life-changing-keys-to-overcoming-your-fear/"&gt;http://www.positivityblog.com/index.php/2007/02/22/5-life-changing-keys-to-overcoming-your-fear/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-2598422562724013161?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/2598422562724013161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=2598422562724013161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2598422562724013161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/2598422562724013161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2007/12/reading-frenzy.html' title='Reading Frenzy'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4104483100290904710.post-8253970776380518560</id><published>2007-12-26T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T02:18:07.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too late</title><content type='html'>It's 2:16 a.m. and I really should be in bed, but I just can't kick the end-of-the-semester sleeping schedule. So here I am creating a blog. Let's see how long it takes me to figure this out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4104483100290904710-8253970776380518560?l=summertime718.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/feeds/8253970776380518560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4104483100290904710&amp;postID=8253970776380518560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8253970776380518560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4104483100290904710/posts/default/8253970776380518560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertime718.blogspot.com/2007/12/too-late.html' title='Too late'/><author><name>Summer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03138373548156138515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VoATD1p4Ppo/SFRZeBQvxuI/AAAAAAAAANo/E_86nOKHJcc/S220/4.4.08+0022.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
