tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107052942024-03-06T23:33:35.802-08:00my life...or something like itOpen during construction - Pardon the dustRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.comBlogger169125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-16366597264976603782011-03-06T19:37:00.000-08:002011-03-06T19:37:29.793-08:00Thank you cards for coworkers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizItYHlRC4MH6uv9QizK1vPUy7jb3rMfJjEwYlxmNDL6lda5_CmszqDfyIWsA5ncVxpprkyqG1bEnwbXcCQb6qQTLIXcems2lApQXfnlqfNUwBsDFjlO1CBKFyXdEwVOBzEZ02aA/s1600/100_0203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizItYHlRC4MH6uv9QizK1vPUy7jb3rMfJjEwYlxmNDL6lda5_CmszqDfyIWsA5ncVxpprkyqG1bEnwbXcCQb6qQTLIXcems2lApQXfnlqfNUwBsDFjlO1CBKFyXdEwVOBzEZ02aA/s320/100_0203.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Still learning how to do the card making thing. These are early ones. At this point, I've only done cards for mom and Janna. These are cards 3 & 4 EVER. I think I did alright.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-50329706391050504732011-03-06T19:34:00.000-08:002011-03-06T19:34:48.967-08:00Janna's Mother's Day gift<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I made a second bookmark for her but it looks like I didn't take a picture of it. Oops!</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-72244085888642435732011-03-06T16:20:00.000-08:002011-03-06T16:20:34.429-08:00Charlotte's gift boxI'm pretty sure Charlotte's gift box came next (i'm doing my best to try and keep them in order):<br />
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Not that great but we'll keep trying.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-76405250519543764732011-03-06T15:59:00.000-08:002011-03-06T15:59:07.424-08:00My Attempt At EmbroideryWhen I go visit my friend Paula and family, her parents have been bringing their camper over so I have my own space. I attempted to make a little "thank you" for her mom. I did a couple of tea towels for the camper. I put them in the gift box that I also made for her.<br />
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I still read blogs but I have not been doing a very good job of keeping up on my blog.<br /><br />The one thing I can really share with the folks in blogland is that I have been trying my hand at making things and I've been promising friends that I would post my creations here. I've been taking pictures of the things I've made but have not bothered to post the pictures. So, I thought I would take a few minutes and get some things posted. Put on your seatbelt. :)<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The pictures here are of a little bunting, I guess that's what you'd call it, that I made. It's hanging over my bed at this point. This is the first thing I made when I decided to begin my crafting experiment. Not too shabby for my first attempt, if I do say so myself.</div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqcDCkmaabC4D3u1rOHfV-JnejlflckOhyxq2wKzufgCzRzyft94hOl_BblbaFFKUHTHtDdqSD4JrUwSeInV4wVF9NHltyFfXEOsOmUmkFkxDQJf2b2wqUuFU-bAl46aoAHJBlA/s1600/100_0211.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqcDCkmaabC4D3u1rOHfV-JnejlflckOhyxq2wKzufgCzRzyft94hOl_BblbaFFKUHTHtDdqSD4JrUwSeInV4wVF9NHltyFfXEOsOmUmkFkxDQJf2b2wqUuFU-bAl46aoAHJBlA/s320/100_0211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581114810112521858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZ_jSPvJhnhSotp0EvkxGykg2UyCPjbi2n2AfIkmPEHkhXkBSm96IuJovk5RVWd_L6PXNkLM54U35EQVnnnIk4G0FWfPSNnwfNAoJ2ztbqnFWYx734Q5yMZp7vywPjvPGYaPZyQ/s1600/100_0209.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZ_jSPvJhnhSotp0EvkxGykg2UyCPjbi2n2AfIkmPEHkhXkBSm96IuJovk5RVWd_L6PXNkLM54U35EQVnnnIk4G0FWfPSNnwfNAoJ2ztbqnFWYx734Q5yMZp7vywPjvPGYaPZyQ/s320/100_0209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581114802879690402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWwfHMQbWq6VeHSIriwsMhuknkvSKWhIQfXzLSbh2y3XeSvnpQND097_CMGjjrazCafNCxQNObywSB12HmzkDQb3MFPahPZulGNtA19WBdvaVutRRZpYBMLuvnIDCrdMOi1YIkg/s1600/100_0208.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvWwfHMQbWq6VeHSIriwsMhuknkvSKWhIQfXzLSbh2y3XeSvnpQND097_CMGjjrazCafNCxQNObywSB12HmzkDQb3MFPahPZulGNtA19WBdvaVutRRZpYBMLuvnIDCrdMOi1YIkg/s320/100_0208.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581114797078254450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUk_ke5qDGkvZsKQ26mWAZVSE92nU5Q6Zjwwd52oHl-ByqXseOhrlZsRRvptHh68B8nrCaFQNUryhy5ayOw4OGeLRijwsFqzY_1m6rd1Obuw-XOSl2tHbQWAvYGxsgW6V3eWrfbg/s1600/100_0207.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUk_ke5qDGkvZsKQ26mWAZVSE92nU5Q6Zjwwd52oHl-ByqXseOhrlZsRRvptHh68B8nrCaFQNUryhy5ayOw4OGeLRijwsFqzY_1m6rd1Obuw-XOSl2tHbQWAvYGxsgW6V3eWrfbg/s320/100_0207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581114792094750658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsoIltVsxG_I7EGId1U_L77nf0DHZLkdV1DZAGWRTRw0zig_VovwHssDLIAkvchlP7vnVBA9u_bzcTslxb0fUPJmQzHS4oTtlOk_aku1vcr8YBs-orHXiWUKUPzvt5mAytKegUvQ/s1600/100_0205.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsoIltVsxG_I7EGId1U_L77nf0DHZLkdV1DZAGWRTRw0zig_VovwHssDLIAkvchlP7vnVBA9u_bzcTslxb0fUPJmQzHS4oTtlOk_aku1vcr8YBs-orHXiWUKUPzvt5mAytKegUvQ/s320/100_0205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581114789043364898" /></a><br /><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-61836119920049404422009-08-16T14:27:00.000-07:002009-08-16T14:57:17.386-07:00What Should Be Next?I know that there hasn't been much happening here for quite some time. I'm not sure what I want to use this space for - or even if I want to continue using this space. It really isn't of any great importance to me if people are reading what I post here. I think we can all agree that blogs are really for the author in most cases. Maybe it would change for me if I suddenly became the Julie Powell of blogs(you know the one that's really famous right now for her cooking through Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking and then blogging about it - there's a movie out about it right now). I use her as an example because I just finished her book for my book club. Perhaps I would then worry about whether or not people are reading what I write but right now I don't. This space is for me. I have been ignoring it for quite some time. Does this mean I'm ignoring myself? Am I not asking myself the questions that are most important and challenging to me? Am I not exploring the thoughts floating around in my head? <br /><br />Things have changed a bit for me in the last couple of weeks. I have a new job. I am no longer commuting to and from Salem - thank you God! I've been leaving my house at 7:30 and returning at 5:30! So great! BUT...I can tell you right now that this is the same unfulfilling job as the last and one that I'm sure is going to drive me crazy soon enough. I feel a lot like Julie Powell did when she started her journey of cooking her way through Julia Child's book in a year. She had a job she hated (temporary - like mine) and knew she did not want to spend her days working in a purposeless job. I, like Julie, want an adventure - even if it is a seemingly silly one like cooking your way through a cookbook. After reading her account, I certainly am not interested in cooking my way through French food for the next year. Yuck! I can't say marinating kidney's and calf brains is what I want to try at this point in my life. But maybe Julie Powell is on to something. Maybe I need to make this my space for an adventure - whatever that may be. Could it be something fun? Could it be something really important - like what I'm learning about human trafficking? Could I become the next voice for the abolishment of modern day slavery? Could I start posting ideas for a shop of home decor I've been throwing around in my head? Could I share my ideas about how I think we should be using our faith in the public square (that could cause a lot more hostility than I care to have)?<br /><br />The possibilities are endless.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-34380642586633111552009-04-26T21:46:00.000-07:002009-04-26T21:47:02.400-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVWibmLjgn4&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVWibmLjgn4&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-7721191579995475152009-04-26T21:38:00.000-07:002009-04-26T21:40:44.631-07:00<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aYRmvKfazp4&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aYRmvKfazp4&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-74417218077711258092009-04-05T20:54:00.000-07:002009-04-05T21:14:10.485-07:00Wow- it's been a really long timeI just realized that it's been like a hundred years since I wrote anything at all on this here blog. I still feel like I've not got much to say but I thought I'd catch people up if anyone cares.<br /><br />I HATE my job. I mean I really HATE it. I got an apartment in Salem for about 5 months and could never actually bring myself to move my things in. I slept on an air mattress the whole time. I had my kitchen and bath things there and a chair and my TV. I finally decided to give up the apartment and move back into my parents' house and I am commuting again.<br /><br />The nice thing about commuting is that at the end of the day I get to leave the job I despise behind - in a completely different city. I don't run into crazy students when I'm out and I get to see friends on a much more regular basis.<br /><br />I am actively looking for other work so if anyone has ideas - I'd love to hear them. :) It's kind of weird because, OBVIOUSLY, I am thankful to have work when so many don't but I'm waiting for my body to react to the stress like it did when I work for "satan" at the surgeons' offices - anyone remember that???? I don't really want my body to eat itself (unless it's my belly fat). I'm not looking for open wounds again!<br /><br />What a strange time of transition for so many. It's so strange because all of my friends that are working at Cascade are in the same boat. I don't know if I'm glad I'm not there for all of the sadness of closing the school or if I wish I were there to be with everyone in the final days. Can't go back - can only look forward, right???<br /><br />I solicit prayers for new work. I've got some apps out and maybe one of them will pan out. I'm trying to remain hopeful. I've also got another project up my sleeves. I'm praying desperately for this to be the thing that pans out. I know it would change my life in amazing ways. I don't really feel like advertising it here on this public forum so I just ask if you love me to pray that this thing happens! It would be really great - and something I need desperately! I would be empowered to move on in great ways with my life.<br /><br />I did run into my friend James on the street Saturday near the Starbucks he works at. He suggested I consider going and teaching English in Europe for a year. Maybe that's the ticket! I could handle Europe for a year, I think!<br /><br />I think we could all look at the history of this blog and see that I have been searching for something for quite some time. I'm tired of talking about it and want to take action. It's just hard to know which direction to go. I suppose any action at this point is better than sitting around and waiting for life to happen to me. Do you just go and hope that you're doing something good? Do you try to hear the voice of the Lord leading you in a specific direction? Wise readers I solicit your opinions...Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-47759734648114535982009-02-16T18:43:00.000-08:002009-02-16T18:59:03.915-08:00call + responsePlease check this out. This is real - and it's happening in our neighborhoods.<br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6H9HFpD3azs&hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-42979360679597401002008-11-21T11:43:00.000-08:002008-11-21T11:46:28.187-08:00nothing to sayI don't like that I don't keep up with this blog. So much has happened in the last three months and I feel like I don't have any words to share about any of it. The good and the bad. I want to share my thoughts on the closing of Cascade, the election, my new job, the passing of a friend, my hopes and dreams for the future, and my fears and failures, yet I can't seem to find the words. I usually have plenty of words but I haven't had any lately. I'm not sure what that means. Hopefully it will change soon.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-18138045271888000242008-11-06T10:35:00.001-08:002008-11-06T10:35:25.273-08:00YES WE CAN!!!!Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-57171203821917467202008-08-14T09:18:00.001-07:002008-08-14T09:25:15.101-07:00TransitionsWell Kids, it's official! My last day at Cascade is Friday, August 22nd. I have accepted a position in financial aid at Chemeketa Community College in Salem. In all of the crazy transitions my plan is to commute for now. I'm sure once I start paying for gas I will get over it real quick and will find myself moving to Salem. Thankfully little Timmy and Kori live there and some friends of mine just moved to Keizer. So I have at least a small social circle there.<br /><br />I'm excited about this new opportunity. I've been waiting patiently for the right thing for a couple of years now. I'm thankful that I didn't have to move to Texas to find a new opportunity. An hour's not so bad when you think about Texas. :)<br /><br />I will miss many of the beautiful people I have worked with for the last 6 years and of course I will miss many of our students. It just won't be the same ever again!<br /><br />I am going from working with 300 students to a place where they serve over 60,000 each year. Crazy! It's going to be a totally different experience but I'm so excited to have it!Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-5724827687509811492008-07-28T09:30:00.001-07:002008-07-28T09:51:58.064-07:00Happy Birthday Tim!Little <a href="http://timothymarklewis.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Timmy</a> turns 30 today! I thought about listing all of the things about Tim that I love but I couldn't think of any...just kidding!<br /><br />I think I will just list my favorite things about Tim and then ask you to go wish Tim a happy birthday!<br /><br /><u>My favorite things about Tim</u><br />1. Growing up and into our young adulthood Tim always had this great childlike spirit about him. He was always so much fun. He was up for anything and was almost always willing to be silly - just for the sake of being silly. Sometimes it irritated me but I have to say that now that I don't see him nearly as often as I used to, I miss his silliness.<br />2. I love that when we were younger (like college) he let me call him Moth -you know, TiMOTHy. It was my name of endearment for him. No one else got to use it. It was a silly name but he let me use it anyway and, if I remember correctly, I once got a Valentine's Day card in my campus mailbox from a guy named Moth. :)<br />3. Tim has always had a very generous spirit. If he had it and someone else needed it, he shared it willingly. Back in 2001 when I moved back to Portland from Seattle, Tim was very generous in assisting me financially. It took a bit longer for me to find a job than I had anticipated and Tim got me through. I wouldn't have made it if it hadn't been for Tim.<br />4. Tim desires to do good. He wants to do honor God with his life. He, like all of us, doesn't always get it right but in his heart of hearts, he wants to do the right thing in all circumstances. He wants to be known as a Godly man - a man who is trying to be like Jesus. There's nothing better than that.<br /><br />Happy Birthday little brother. I hope you have a great day! I love you so much.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-25205029332610125602008-07-23T12:10:00.000-07:002008-07-23T12:32:39.677-07:00Tony Campolo on The Colbert Report<embed name="comedy_central_player" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml" width="332" height="316" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="videoId=59604" quality="high" bgcolor="#cccccc" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="external"></embed><br /><br />After Ryan Woods suggested that we check out Tony Campolo on The Colbert Report I had to see if he was on there more than once. I'm reading one of Campolo's books right now. I have been blessed to find Tony Campolo. He speaks to my heart in such important ways. I love God. I want to model my life after Christ - I often do a POOR job of it. And I don't feel like the conservative right has anything to offer me. I often feel embarrassed that they are what non-Christians assume we're all like and that we all think the same way. For most of my life I have felt a disconnect between my heart feels and what I hear in most churches and from many of my Christian friends. Thank you Tony for validating what I believe Jesus has written on my heart. As I read more and more of the book I am currently reading, the more I want to be like Christ, the more safe I feel opening my heart to Him. The God and the Jesus I have known most of my life is not what the world needs. The world needs a God and a Jesus who love them with unrelenting passion. I need a God and a Jesus who loves me with unrelenting passion. This is how we will change the world.<br /><br />A couple of months back I read a book by Shane Claiborne called The Irresistible Revolution. In it he shared about the time he spent in India with Mother Teresa. He learned that Namaste, a Hindu greeting means "I honor the Spirit who lives in you." I am learning to honor the Spirit that lives in me and in all of those around me. It's definately a process, a journey, but I think if I look at all people as spiritual beings, self included, I will treat everyone better and see all people through Jesus' eyes. I don't think much of anything else matters. I think what I am learning about myself is that I haven't even been treating myself very well. I've struggled with the whole relationship with God thing. I think when you don't believe that He really, I mean really, loves you, what's the point of trying to do what He wants for your life??? Why would I honor the Spirit within me if I don't think He really cares about me or if it feels like the point of being in relationship with Him is only to do what He wants because He's a bully and will punish you for all eternity if you don't do things His way? It's not the point! He wants to be in relationship with His creation, with His people, His companions. He wants us to be companions of His. He wants us to choose Him because He wants to be with us - not to show power and domination over us but to love us and be with us, to be friends with us. I want that. I need that. My soul is crying out for that. <br /><br />Namaste.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-2625552968194694752008-07-16T10:20:00.000-07:002008-07-16T10:26:47.451-07:00Also Watching...Monday nights are devoted to The History Detectives on PBS. I think this might be one of the most interesting shows on TV. If you're not doing anything on Monday nights at 9pm and you live in the Portland area, check out channel 10 for this hour of goodness. <br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xo4o5dmawtE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xo4o5dmawtE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-88139469162470755982008-07-16T10:02:00.000-07:002008-07-16T10:19:16.009-07:00Everyone Should Read...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSN6y3d-wg9X-vwyu-mZjEzGsFRaOVOTy8J20CE53WVDXf3MsLKcGL1RZ5QQXXcc-Me-I1uKlpiXD4waZ2fh69tklI0QyQmeMzEF8cmaaauS4waUnI1BnHf0Ja8ylKtpWdjqLcA/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223661825612065122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBSN6y3d-wg9X-vwyu-mZjEzGsFRaOVOTy8J20CE53WVDXf3MsLKcGL1RZ5QQXXcc-Me-I1uKlpiXD4waZ2fh69tklI0QyQmeMzEF8cmaaauS4waUnI1BnHf0Ja8ylKtpWdjqLcA/s400/twilight.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJNUXX5CXm08b3txNkMEXmlvwPQBGaqoSwH9t_ctG_JzQU5BEMJMQ1pvpldNSqHnoTX7ITop2icUhaBHuF2im1nBf66viHyTxKOL2Gu70drD-vIjN2wMq9RARRRXhGUpoVaLuHWg/s1600-h/new+moon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223661827941029074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJNUXX5CXm08b3txNkMEXmlvwPQBGaqoSwH9t_ctG_JzQU5BEMJMQ1pvpldNSqHnoTX7ITop2icUhaBHuF2im1nBf66viHyTxKOL2Gu70drD-vIjN2wMq9RARRRXhGUpoVaLuHWg/s400/new+moon.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3RdRBsOMGj1PmezAT6LCyKzqf0hpuA0k13laKJdZyjPJIzIczBW9fGuK-ZuTNgzvJos7Tm-JiQ8bFinCfCMKi9gGH7ZA-F100TrLFbvchnARGkJMn2zJf3oS4cE0QHIKQqfgdQ/s1600-h/eclipse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223661830014883218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3RdRBsOMGj1PmezAT6LCyKzqf0hpuA0k13laKJdZyjPJIzIczBW9fGuK-ZuTNgzvJos7Tm-JiQ8bFinCfCMKi9gGH7ZA-F100TrLFbvchnARGkJMn2zJf3oS4cE0QHIKQqfgdQ/s400/eclipse.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiccKKCc7S-6SB5-OsRnluRLRju18i1UiSW7_suVj5WTZK8QNtb33YGquulxzMU6c3OO8yIbdBkW7Hu-YoHhXbw7JsbbojP0FyqVJ2Gj5NEG3u3ASQt-_AYQMBAlZ6vzjNq8_pPkg/s1600-h/breaking+dawn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223661833392639730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiccKKCc7S-6SB5-OsRnluRLRju18i1UiSW7_suVj5WTZK8QNtb33YGquulxzMU6c3OO8yIbdBkW7Hu-YoHhXbw7JsbbojP0FyqVJ2Gj5NEG3u3ASQt-_AYQMBAlZ6vzjNq8_pPkg/s400/breaking+dawn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The Twilight saga by Stephenie Meyer. I never thought I would be interested in "these kinds" of books but I couldn't get enough. I was oblivious to the world for about a week and read the first three in the series. The last one comes out on August 2nd and I can't wait! So, if you are looking for an easy yet entertaining read I suggest these!<br /><div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-48006900194460968662008-07-16T09:32:00.000-07:002008-07-16T09:33:07.988-07:00Feisty Sesame StreetOh how I love Feist...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fciD_II7NI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fciD_II7NI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-10977325212036216412008-07-15T08:42:00.000-07:002008-07-15T09:26:55.659-07:00What I've Been WatchingI think a lot of people misunderstand So You Think You Can Dance. I love watching it every summer. The dancers are doing some really incredible things. I find so much beauty in what they are doing. Call me a reality TV junkie - I can't get enough. I wish I could do these things. Take a peek:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4X5irrRHrBc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4X5irrRHrBc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />And then there's this couple! She is a trained dancer and it shows in everything she does. Joshua is a hip hop dancer. I'm totally blown away but what he is able to do every week. <br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5OcjkXTKEQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5OcjkXTKEQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6QVtiaBImlw&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6QVtiaBImlw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I see the greatness of our Creator in these dancers. I see how beautiful He made the human form and I see how dancing is an outlet for worship. I think if I were a dancer I would feel totally and completely connected to God when I was moving because I feel it just watching them.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-69814277613852648562008-06-19T14:40:00.000-07:002008-06-19T14:43:20.493-07:00UrgeThis will probably be one of the most random posts I ever make.<br /><br />I have had in recent weeks/months the overwhelming urge to move to New Orleans and be a part of the rebuilding of that city. I think I would go almost immediately if there was someone interested in going with me on a little adventure. I think I feel braver if I have a partner in crime. Any takers?Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-90110127105491292882008-06-12T09:43:00.000-07:002008-06-12T13:28:13.027-07:00Peace Out Ol' RedMy 1992 Toyota Corolla has been given to a new home and I have a new car. That's right. I am a full fledged grown up with a car payment! Yikes! What have I done? I might be living with my parents for the rest of my life but I have a nice car. I'm so excited to have something that I can get in everyday and not worry about whether or not it will start. I just got tired of putting money into a car that had so much that needed to be done. Now my money can go toward building my credit and investing in something which will give me some pride. :)<br /><br />So, farewell, Ruby Dee. I hope some teenager treats you well!<br /><br />I've included pictures of my new car(from the interwebs, not the actual vehicle - same color though). And I have to say, while she is a bit bigger than I really need, it was this or like a gramma Ford Taurus - no offense to those who might drive a Taurus - and this actually gets better gas mileage than the Taurus I looked at. It is smaller than it looks in the picture. She's more the size of a wagon than an SUV. Isn't she pretty???<br /><br />OH YEAH! I need help naming her. Maybe we can play a game and everyone can help choose a name.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVrdhUatpylv9zd99aXVlB9lW0E5wh-fLX5XX1rDo5rt3AHK9A_TeGxCoDTyqPVFuu6nMQ_aUjOoVKo25kzREB8t_fy1pmx6W1oKlp7P6WQ3vCnW1GrVCQ4V8Iww3PAUnWgg7sg/s1600-h/2005_Mitsubishi_Outlander_ext_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211038892223791042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVrdhUatpylv9zd99aXVlB9lW0E5wh-fLX5XX1rDo5rt3AHK9A_TeGxCoDTyqPVFuu6nMQ_aUjOoVKo25kzREB8t_fy1pmx6W1oKlp7P6WQ3vCnW1GrVCQ4V8Iww3PAUnWgg7sg/s320/2005_Mitsubishi_Outlander_ext_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejFLv3tPt_at92xIHaHzQRRedL3WRL1FAVK-KyWyTmMREFWSsJNIOT4A-UDuTUXXLpUmJ-AhYnGEMuDKWGpDpnAl7AnsNQAEZGzqNpJApiydrB4au2tk8h_w-qCt3SuOIIQOoyQ/s1600-h/2006-Mitsubishi-Outlander-interior.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211039139635413154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejFLv3tPt_at92xIHaHzQRRedL3WRL1FAVK-KyWyTmMREFWSsJNIOT4A-UDuTUXXLpUmJ-AhYnGEMuDKWGpDpnAl7AnsNQAEZGzqNpJApiydrB4au2tk8h_w-qCt3SuOIIQOoyQ/s320/2006-Mitsubishi-Outlander-interior.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrVrdhUatpylv9zd99aXVlB9lW0E5wh-fLX5XX1rDo5rt3AHK9A_TeGxCoDTyqPVFuu6nMQ_aUjOoVKo25kzREB8t_fy1pmx6W1oKlp7P6WQ3vCnW1GrVCQ4V8Iww3PAUnWgg7sg/s1600-h/2005_Mitsubishi_Outlander_ext_1.jpg"></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10705294.post-28589350841637393472008-06-04T09:38:00.001-07:002008-06-04T09:38:15.288-07:00YES WE CAN!!!!Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14597214656062612582noreply@blogger.com6