<?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-6093071131835038682</id><updated>2012-01-30T11:43:47.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca Arden</title><subtitle type='html'>...just me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-1288639647874485939</id><published>2011-11-14T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T13:54:47.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Danika and I made a music video last week due to boredom. Here is a clip that makes me laugh really hard. Listen closely, you can hear Danika whispering the words and I contained myself for a lil bit, but then I couldn't any longer, and bust up laughing. Hope you enjoy as much as I did! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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-8f19066c03043d5b" 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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f19066c03043d5b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331316135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29E55D5EA0A379A6BD867CDF9082E736F2EC030.35C28F2AA49C8848E2382CE8666ED4216E31B9F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f19066c03043d5b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaUpSQBlOOmXnMS2QbbpI8VXvQPU&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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8f19066c03043d5b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331316135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29E55D5EA0A379A6BD867CDF9082E736F2EC030.35C28F2AA49C8848E2382CE8666ED4216E31B9F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8f19066c03043d5b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaUpSQBlOOmXnMS2QbbpI8VXvQPU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;-Borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-1288639647874485939?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/1288639647874485939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=1288639647874485939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/1288639647874485939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/1288639647874485939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2011/11/watch-this_14.html' title='Watch This!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-4014817975603382123</id><published>2011-11-14T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:32:10.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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It. Was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt; AMAZING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; I had so much fun every single day. Even just chilling at the house with my beautiful nephews was so much fun. I miss those boys so much! They are growing up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;TOO FAST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt; They need to pause at their life right now because they are so much fun :).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Anyway, we didn't do anything super spectacular while there, but we did do some things that will be permanently etched into my brain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;First off, when we arrived to Florida, a stream of tears rolled down my face as I looked at my nephews after a couple months withdrawal from them. I thought I was gonna be too excited to cry, but all of the excitement brought tears to my eyes (Strange how that happens). That same day we went and ate then went to some sort of "cabellas" they have there (Lennon wanted to see the fish). We payed that testosterone filled place a visit, then headed home. Heather and I were so exhausted from the redeye flight, we crashed as soon as we hit the pillow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdSMdcHeohE/Trl2PVyj9BI/AAAAAAAAAOo/auVDIUnZbG4/s1600/2011-10-19+13.28.14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdSMdcHeohE/Trl2PVyj9BI/AAAAAAAAAOo/auVDIUnZbG4/s400/2011-10-19+13.28.14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3Hl2xvydW0/Trl2X5uK37I/AAAAAAAAAOw/IRrV32BsWec/s1600/2011-10-19+13.28.55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s3Hl2xvydW0/Trl2X5uK37I/AAAAAAAAAOw/IRrV32BsWec/s400/2011-10-19+13.28.55.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Finally reunited :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;All of the days kind of rolled into one, but one of the days we went to Sanibel Island. This day, I probably laughed harder than I have in a long time. I almost peed my pants...literally...I was doing the crotch hold/cross your legs maneuver. We rode bikes a few miles to the beach, then just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;CHILLED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;. It was so much fun. The sunshine was a blessing from heaven. I miss getting some Vitamin D every day....it was much needed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k8gqeZw9Q9w/Trl2viPOslI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CJcDceRiDKw/s1600/2011-10-21_12.53.58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k8gqeZw9Q9w/Trl2viPOslI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CJcDceRiDKw/s400/2011-10-21_12.53.58.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;seriously so funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0Msaa4bDhI/Trl2wEkJGnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xA0hluaZaSk/s1600/2011-10-21_13.49.35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0Msaa4bDhI/Trl2wEkJGnI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xA0hluaZaSk/s400/2011-10-21_13.49.35.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;ahhh, love the beach :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;One of the last days, we went to the outlet stores. That was neat. I got some exercise clothes :) I could spend so much money in the Nike outlet. They have the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;BEST STUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;! While there, we watched some ski thing (I'll post a pic) I thought that was pretty entertaining. Lennon loved it too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D_FUFPcWZlY/Trl2q4mwEsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OvHd9rakcZk/s1600/2011-10-23+16.16.36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D_FUFPcWZlY/Trl2q4mwEsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OvHd9rakcZk/s400/2011-10-23+16.16.36.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CCwunhVEGWE/Trl2sLaM62I/AAAAAAAAAPY/PpX4WJnSI88/s1600/2011-10-23+17.02.29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CCwunhVEGWE/Trl2sLaM62I/AAAAAAAAAPY/PpX4WJnSI88/s400/2011-10-23+17.02.29.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;so tired from all the shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHk77LoYrwU/Trl2tf5NFCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eJtbunkFO5o/s1600/2011-10-23+17.23.24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHk77LoYrwU/Trl2tf5NFCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eJtbunkFO5o/s400/2011-10-23+17.23.24.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;sleepy head...speaking of head...look at how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt; his is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obOOHhnpsJc/Trl2u0iffOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/USR-OtmnmFE/s1600/2011-10-23+17.23.42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obOOHhnpsJc/Trl2u0iffOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/USR-OtmnmFE/s400/2011-10-23+17.23.42.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;just like his mommy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;The last day we were there, we just went to the beach and I was a lobster by the time we left. Didn't think I needed sunscreen, but apparently I did. The weather couldn't have been better. I was thinking it was going to be scorching hot because of the last visit I had, but it was dreamy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Overall, the trip was awesome and I had a blast. Thanks Rach for letting us visit and take over your living room. Can't wait to see you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;-Borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;P.S. Isn't he the cutest thing you've ever seen? Dang it, he's too cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWPJG-xMdPs/Trl2nfM_i9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/3LoGkCAibiI/s1600/2011-10-20+16.03.04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JWPJG-xMdPs/Trl2nfM_i9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/3LoGkCAibiI/s400/2011-10-20+16.03.04.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5P4lta3FfJk/Trl2ohQzsII/AAAAAAAAAPA/LXJ7fc2X69s/s1600/2011-10-22+14.47.06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5P4lta3FfJk/Trl2ohQzsII/AAAAAAAAAPA/LXJ7fc2X69s/s400/2011-10-22+14.47.06.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIfI4HK7bts/Trl2pq9qNqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/41OlAjU671M/s1600/2011-10-22+14.49.26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIfI4HK7bts/Trl2pq9qNqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/41OlAjU671M/s400/2011-10-22+14.49.26.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-3840175250607062850?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/3840175250607062850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=3840175250607062850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/3840175250607062850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/3840175250607062850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2011/11/gator-land.html' title='GATOR LAND!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tdSMdcHeohE/Trl2PVyj9BI/AAAAAAAAAOo/auVDIUnZbG4/s72-c/2011-10-19+13.28.14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-144024121746855854</id><published>2011-10-05T15:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T16:05:11.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil Laugh :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;WHERE'S MAYCI?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mBX829T7W6c/TozRNIe0z8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/mZ2f5TL1KGQ/s1600/mayci.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mBX829T7W6c/TozRNIe0z8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/mZ2f5TL1KGQ/s320/mayci.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;THERE SHE IS!! WATCH, YOU WILL DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d5ba927a8ff34c12" 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://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd5ba927a8ff34c12%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331316135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F781AF693F68E4627213A3A5CC3A5DC9B80DE26.4CAB3B578A32AB92AEBF46F4560791ADA6A55A71%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd5ba927a8ff34c12%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DklM1usm0GVBNvkpITmCK6AsYg1w&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://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd5ba927a8ff34c12%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331316135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F781AF693F68E4627213A3A5CC3A5DC9B80DE26.4CAB3B578A32AB92AEBF46F4560791ADA6A55A71%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd5ba927a8ff34c12%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DklM1usm0GVBNvkpITmCK6AsYg1w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today I had the &lt;u&gt;privilege&lt;/u&gt; of watching Farrah's lil Mayce and Evan. Mayci literally played in this cupboard for like an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Who knew cupboards could be this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wish I could still fit in a cupboard :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;-Borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-144024121746855854?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/144024121746855854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=144024121746855854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/144024121746855854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/144024121746855854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2011/10/lil-laugh.html' title='A lil Laugh :)'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mBX829T7W6c/TozRNIe0z8I/AAAAAAAAAOY/mZ2f5TL1KGQ/s72-c/mayci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-146584081818155661</id><published>2011-09-30T15:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:52:42.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWBrWHKLSk0/ToYzuA4XFCI/AAAAAAAAAOU/iV49VdWZNGM/s1600/friends-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWBrWHKLSk0/ToYzuA4XFCI/AAAAAAAAAOU/iV49VdWZNGM/s320/friends-1.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Since I have moved to Provo, I have been watching this show NONSTOP! I can thank my roommate Danika for my new addiction because she owns ALL 10 SEASONS! One night, I was watching this (by myself I might add) and one of the characters made me laugh SOOO HARD! I was dying, and my roommate was downstairs and heard me, she liked it. So...I guess all this friends watching is a good thing because it brings a lot of laughter into our home...right? :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;THANK YOU DANIKA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-146584081818155661?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/146584081818155661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=146584081818155661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/146584081818155661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/146584081818155661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2011/09/lifes-complete.html' title='Life&apos;s Complete'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWBrWHKLSk0/ToYzuA4XFCI/AAAAAAAAAOU/iV49VdWZNGM/s72-c/friends-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-6175515600644859341</id><published>2011-08-23T14:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:16:05.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX7qylXbNnk/TlQKEDZJo6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mrgom2379RQ/s1600/2011-08-04%2B10.40.12.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX7qylXbNnk/TlQKEDZJo6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mrgom2379RQ/s320/2011-08-04%2B10.40.12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644147297748624290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4A84GLeFN-M/TlQKD0FWZGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/R_5xJCdeoqw/s1600/2011-08-04%2B10.40.02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4A84GLeFN-M/TlQKD0FWZGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/R_5xJCdeoqw/s320/2011-08-04%2B10.40.02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644147293639042146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Px3gD33mZ0/TlQKDlitssI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hTwqsWRenls/s1600/2011-08-04%2B10.39.17.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Px3gD33mZ0/TlQKDlitssI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hTwqsWRenls/s320/2011-08-04%2B10.39.17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644147289735672514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNVVHEQ45Zo/TlQKDeadW-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/QmIZNVeq-90/s1600/2011-08-04%2B10.38.09.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KNVVHEQ45Zo/TlQKDeadW-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/QmIZNVeq-90/s320/2011-08-04%2B10.38.09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644147287821999074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Man do I miss this lil' guy. Not a day goes by that I don't think about him, and today I CAN'T STOP thinking about him. Love you buddy, I promise I'll come visit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-6175515600644859341?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/6175515600644859341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=6175515600644859341' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/6175515600644859341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/6175515600644859341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-buddy.html' title='My Buddy'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RX7qylXbNnk/TlQKEDZJo6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mrgom2379RQ/s72-c/2011-08-04%2B10.40.12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-5106681589662324596</id><published>2011-08-08T20:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:32:56.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy's and Sads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Hello everyone in blogger world, it sure has been FOREVER hasn't it? Well I am here now, and I must say, I am WAY past due.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Well my life thus far isn't too much different than when the last time you heard from me, other than I got a new job at Mimi's Cafe in Orem, and I just signed a year lease to live in a house in Provo with my friends Danika and Lala....pretty boring, I know, but I ain't no mom :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Anyway, this post is pretty much a shout out to my older sister Rach. You see, she and I over the past few years, have grown really close....and I just had to say goodbye to her yesterday because her and her lil family moved to Florida. This was one of the hardest things I've done in a long time. This past year was unreal. Her lil 3 yr old Lennon basically became my kid for a while and my best buddy. Talking about this lil guy chokes me up. Waking up every morning excited to see his lil face and hear his sweet voice is something I will cherish forever. I have such a tight bond to that lil guy, I hope it lasts forever. I miss you Lennon, you really did take a piece of my heart with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Holden is a living miracle, such a blessing to us all, and the most happy baby I have ever seen. So happy to be here in his family on this earth. He made such an awesome decision to stay here, he has the best parents in the world and the greatest older brother. Holden, you are amazing, I miss your gapped teeth and contagious smile. Don't forget about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Besus, the freaking man! I could hang out with that guy every single day and never get sick of it. So glad my sister married such a stud. You take care of my sis out there ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Rachy Poo, words can't express the amount of appreciation and love I feel toward this gal. She has taught me so much just simply by example. Her strength I've seen this past year has inspired not only me, but everyone around her. She has the best sense of humor, and makes everyone feel like a hundred bucks. I already miss your morning face, funny dance, trash talking self. So grateful to have a sister also be called my best friend. I miss you Rach. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Now I'm gonna stop crying, and get to what everyone really wants...to look at pictures :) here are some from the trip out to Florida my family and I took. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rSrOuFYmEM/TkCoemY2zAI/AAAAAAAAANw/RapGJM8N7gQ/s1600/IMGP0516.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiuXeQXLWqs/TkCnxnXUXUI/AAAAAAAAANo/eo24t6zdL_g/s1600/IMGP0516.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nK5zF1Bk2kY/TkCnxS_EE4I/AAAAAAAAANg/kWLyYy0pCro/s1600/IMGP0484.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nK5zF1Bk2kY/TkCnxS_EE4I/AAAAAAAAANg/kWLyYy0pCro/s320/IMGP0484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638691198819636098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Me and Kobie sweating to death at Disney World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEwI9cPjUoY/TkCnxE7Wt9I/AAAAAAAAANY/idXsHTF9nQU/s1600/IMGP0514.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEwI9cPjUoY/TkCnxE7Wt9I/AAAAAAAAANY/idXsHTF9nQU/s320/IMGP0514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638691195045984210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Lennon and I at the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVPYVgnrSzc/TkCnwwxrisI/AAAAAAAAANQ/coX_9tk8yRY/s1600/IMGP0492.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVPYVgnrSzc/TkCnwwxrisI/AAAAAAAAANQ/coX_9tk8yRY/s320/IMGP0492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638691189636696770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;The whole fam damily after a long day at Disney World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JcFBQJHJidA/TkCmqUDWPhI/AAAAAAAAANI/Xul1xdPHkqI/s1600/IMGP0493.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JcFBQJHJidA/TkCmqUDWPhI/AAAAAAAAANI/Xul1xdPHkqI/s320/IMGP0493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638689979335327250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;M&amp;amp;M world! We were slapping that poor M&amp;amp;M's costume, hard, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDcjVcY2Pck/TkCmqNVr6FI/AAAAAAAAANA/g_0jrDaOK38/s1600/IMGP0475.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDcjVcY2Pck/TkCmqNVr6FI/AAAAAAAAANA/g_0jrDaOK38/s320/IMGP0475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638689977533196370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Disney World!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm-HiJ5-O_w/TkCmp7ZTt0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/nzO8-ATwT5k/s1600/IMGP0471.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm-HiJ5-O_w/TkCmp7ZTt0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/nzO8-ATwT5k/s320/IMGP0471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638689972716549954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Playing in the hot Florida rain...drenched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nif9fXnCQYA/TkCmpgCbKpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/w6k63gRKpXM/s1600/IMGP0469.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nif9fXnCQYA/TkCmpgCbKpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/w6k63gRKpXM/s320/IMGP0469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638689965372811922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Me and Holden, Twinners!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hE1P3WsdQgg/TkCmpZRqFrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bWp8QwHu6Xc/s1600/IMGP0452.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hE1P3WsdQgg/TkCmpZRqFrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bWp8QwHu6Xc/s320/IMGP0452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638689963557656242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;1st day in Florida, had to visit the beach :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Love you Rach, enjoy your adventure in Florida! I'm gonna visit sometime K? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;-Borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6093071131835038682-5106681589662324596?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/5106681589662324596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=5106681589662324596' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/5106681589662324596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/5106681589662324596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2011/08/happys-and-sads.html' title='Happy&apos;s and Sads'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nK5zF1Bk2kY/TkCnxS_EE4I/AAAAAAAAANg/kWLyYy0pCro/s72-c/IMGP0484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-6229179356243010884</id><published>2010-07-07T18:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T18:46:55.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Sorry Rach, but I have to post these pictures! I got the chance a few nights ago to go see my lil nephew Holden in the NICU, and what an experience it was. Farrah came along too and met Rach and I there. Her eyes were full of tears the whole time, which of course made my eyes tear also. It's such an amazing feeling being in there, all of the little babies and machines and beeping, yet so spiritual at the same time. Rach has been blessed with some awesome nurses, one in particular, Linda. Seeing her with Holden was unreal. You can tell she truly cares about this lil guy. She talks to him and takes so many pictures of him, she is honestly an angel. There is no other way to describe her. Watching her care for my sweet nephew was so touching, it makes me emotional thinking about it, she is without a doubt fulfilling her mission here by being with these sweet babies. Thanks Rach and Farr for your spirit and bringing it into that environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Rach, I admire your strength and positive attitude and your faith in the Lord and His plan for you. You are truly an inspiration, I love you. I feel so blessed to be around you Rachel. I can't imagine the feelings you feel right now, but I've seen a glimpse and I know its hard, but I want you to know that whatever happens, you, of all people, can and will get through it. I have no doubt in my mind that Holden will be just fine because of your unwavering faith and trust in the Lord. Your boys are so blessed to have you as their mom, really. No matter how much I spoil Lennon and give him kisses and loves, at the end of the day, he wants you. I can't imagine a greater feeling for you. Thanks for bein who you are. Sisters stick together :) I love you and I love helping you. The more time I spend with you, the better :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Anyway here are some pictures of the lil guy, Rachel had the chance to bathe him and I'm so glad I got to be there, and snap some photo's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/TDUbqFqTsSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ij49xPlOGGw/s1600/IMGP0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/TDUbqFqTsSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ij49xPlOGGw/s320/IMGP0109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491325730536272162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/TDUbptInzNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rABUmh1mrrA/s1600/IMGP0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/TDUbptInzNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rABUmh1mrrA/s320/IMGP0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491325723952532690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/TDUbpI7pRAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wdEG1bannQc/s1600/IMGP0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/TDUbpI7pRAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/wdEG1bannQc/s320/IMGP0096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491325714234426370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/TDUboskVn3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/oD2KHglVYSY/s1600/IMGP0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/TDUboskVn3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/oD2KHglVYSY/s320/IMGP0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491325706620477298" 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/6093071131835038682-6229179356243010884?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/6229179356243010884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=6229179356243010884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/6229179356243010884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/6229179356243010884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2010/07/holden.html' title='Holden'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/TDUbqFqTsSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ij49xPlOGGw/s72-c/IMGP0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-4236776250193391039</id><published>2010-05-02T23:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:44:25.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's birthday/Mayci's blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S95hoQCDVKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RjIXD1-DNLY/s1600/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S95hoQCDVKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RjIXD1-DNLY/s320/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466914341800596642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S95hn_ZikbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2X7bQMWTplE/s1600/Image0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S95hn_ZikbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2X7bQMWTplE/s320/Image0000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466914337335710130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S95hnXP-Q9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/uoRxtoPp3ik/s1600/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S95hnXP-Q9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/uoRxtoPp3ik/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466914326558163922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S95g3yuVZSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kjLn3s1LV7A/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S95g3yuVZSI/AAAAAAAAAJU/kjLn3s1LV7A/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466913509299545378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What an awesome day today was. First of all it was fast Sunday. I love fast Sundays. I feel the spirit so much more on fast Sundays and it's usually right when I need it the most. Second of all, it was little Mayci Jo's baby blessing today. What an awesome blessing it was. Shawn, good job, you brought the spirit into the room to start the sacrament meeting off on the right foot. Third of all, Jake, Dad, and Farrah all bore their testimonies today and honestly I couldn't be more proud to be a part of the family I am. It was so good to hear the testimonies of my family members and to know how strongly they felt about the truthfulness of the Gospel. Thanks you guys for that. I cried :) Fourth of all it was my Grandma's 85th birthday today! She is such a treat. When I look at her I can't help but smile. She is an amazing person. Words cannot describe how amazing she is. Being around her you can feel how close she is to the Lord, and she truly does love you. She's a great example to us all as she serves others and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Thanks Grandma :) Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, that about wraps up today, does it sound neat to you? Because it was neat. If I haven't told you before, I Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-Sincerely, borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(P.S. Mayce has definitely grown since these pictures, I just didn't have any recent ones of her :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-4236776250193391039?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/4236776250193391039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=4236776250193391039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/4236776250193391039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/4236776250193391039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2010/05/grandmas-birthdaymaycis-blessing.html' title='Grandma&apos;s birthday/Mayci&apos;s blessing'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S95hoQCDVKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RjIXD1-DNLY/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-2593484044081868390</id><published>2010-04-29T11:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:26:05.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Does anyone have any ideas of what to get for a bridal shower? I don't wanna get something super expensive. Any help would be greatly appreciated!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-borris&lt;/span&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/6093071131835038682-2593484044081868390?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/2593484044081868390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=2593484044081868390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/2593484044081868390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/2593484044081868390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2010/04/help-please.html' title='Help Please'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-3411581058599261057</id><published>2010-04-22T01:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T01:25:33.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying...</title><content type='html'>...I do it a lot. Is that normal? Is crying healthy? I swear I cry more than the average person, and I swear I cry over the dumbest things. I guess it's better to show your emotions on your sleeve then to hold them in. Sometimes I try to hold things in, and I do good for about a week, then I ALWAYS have a break down. It's pathetic really. Oh, and whenever I read Farrah's blog, it makes me cry, it really does tug at my lil heart strings. Even just looking at sweet Lennon's little face gets me so teary eyed, I am right now thinking about it. I honestly can't wait til the day comes when I am getting married in the temple. Because then, I will be able to have kids :) Whenever I hear my sisters talk about how awesome it was to be sealed to your spouse for eternity gets me super excited. Also, it motivates me to be a better person and to continue to be worthy to enter into the temple because that is what my spouse will be looking for in me. A worthy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters always have the best advice, and one night in particular, my sister gave me the best advice anyone could ever get. I am positive it was through the spirit that she was able to tell this to me....I'm not trying to brag, but I think a lot about others. Too much in fact. My life now is stagnent because I think too much about others and I lose myself in it all. I lose my goals in life, I lose motivation to do anything for myself and to be successful. And my sister said that I need to focus more on my own happiness. Be a little more selfish. Go to the temple more, read my scriptures more, write in my journal, hang out and date good people who have the same goals and values in life. Surround yourself with goodness and get my spirit uplifted. Build a stronger testimony of the church, it can always be strengthened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ramble so much it's unreal, but I don't have my journal handy so this will have to do. The bottom line is, when we struggle, when we cry about sad things, that is when we need to turn to the Lord the most. I have heard that my whole life, but never really thought it would happen to me until now. Things change, but in the end everything will work out. For now, I am going to continue doing what I'm doing, but put the Lord first in it all. Here I am crying, but whats new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so long, but I wanna thank my family. I know for a fact I would not be where I am if it weren't for them. My mom has been the best through everything, she has been talking to me about it and comforting me about everything and I couldn't be more grateful for that. Just to get a call from someone and talk about nothing makes me feel good. So thanks mom. Thanks to Rachel and Farrah. I can't tell you how many times you have saved me. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;-borris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-3411581058599261057?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/3411581058599261057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=3411581058599261057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/3411581058599261057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/3411581058599261057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2010/04/crying.html' title='Crying...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-7135406844476550492</id><published>2010-03-30T21:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:39:42.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;...For my last post. It was probably pretty depressing, but I don't know how else to get out my frustration other than writing. I have honestly done everything. I wish I could tell some of you whats been goin on but I can't haha. I'm sorry, that can be frustrating, but if I do end up talking to you and you ask me whats up I'll tell you...maybe. It's a MYSTERY!!! It would probably sound pretty dumb to most of you, but for some reason it's been pretty hard on me. I don't know when I will get over it, and I sure hope it comes soon because honestly, it's getting pretty old. Just gonna put it in the Lords hands. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;On a lighter note, I couldn't be more excited to go to Hawaii in a few days. It'll be so nice to get out of here and enjoy the sunlight and the beach. I am conviced the ocean is God's most beautiful creation (other than the mountains). It's full of life. There is endless amount of living that we know so LITTLE about. It's amazing to me. I wish I could explore it more. It'd be a cool adventure, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Also, my sisters blog the other day made me realize something that is pretty important. Friendship. I think to help be a good friend to others you have to be your own best friend. This is something I struggle with, and it sucks. I am slowly learning not to care what others think about my appearance or about who they think I am because of my physical nature, because those are the kind of people that don't care about you. Anyway...thanks Farr's for giving me that "ah ha!" moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Rach and I have been spending a lot of time together and it's been the best, especially at this time. Lil Lennon is quite the angel. Just looking at that kid makes my day. Thanks for talkin with me and giving me words of comfort. You have no idea how much that means to me, honestly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Mommy and Daddy, you've heard it a million times but its true, you are the best parents in the world! Thanks for your support and endless amount of love. Hope you know how much I love and appreciate you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway...I'll stop rambling. Look forward to some totally tubular pictures from Havvvaaiii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;-borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-7135406844476550492?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/7135406844476550492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=7135406844476550492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/7135406844476550492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/7135406844476550492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2010/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-4345216008685684340</id><published>2010-03-25T22:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:29:46.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change (read at your own cost) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;I need a change. Or, I need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;to&lt;/span&gt; change. There are things in my life that I get so frustrated about and so mad at myself about and it really does take its toll on me. There are things in my life I need to change and there are some people in my life I need to bring closer, and some I need to push away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Not too long ago, I was filling out my mission papers. I was so ready and committed to this change in my life and so excited for the new adventures I would have and the interesting people I would get to meet. But, something occurred to me while I was reading my scriptures and praying and going to the temple...I realized that I need to do these things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;. Preparing for this mission, I think, has actually been preparing me for something else. Whether it be marriage, or going to BYU Hawaii, or I'm not exactly sure what, but I have an overwhelming feeling that that is the Lords plan for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;So, for now I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt; to change. I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;trying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;to be happy, I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt; to do what is right and in all reality, that is exactly what life is all about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Doing your best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;. Sometimes I wish I could go back and change things in the past because things now would be so much different, but I can't, and it sucks, but there is nothing I can do about it now besides&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;living in the now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sorry, I'm just rambling and venting, but I need to get this out somehow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;I am excited for change, but at the same time, it isn't easy. Life is hard. But I have so many things I need to be grateful for. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Count my blessings&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Heavenly Father, and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt; life! (sometimes) :) anyway...sorry you had to read this, it's just been driving me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;-Sincerely, borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-4345216008685684340?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/4345216008685684340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=4345216008685684340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/4345216008685684340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/4345216008685684340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2010/03/change-read-at-your-own-cost.html' title='Change (read at your own cost) :)'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-5143759629436737387</id><published>2010-03-22T19:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:13:49.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;...I could play these,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S6gXhmdTkbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hdGDimgy298/s1600-h/baby-grand-piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S6gXhmdTkbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hdGDimgy298/s320/baby-grand-piano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451633214958571954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S6gXhQvWzBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kVo_Im958b0/s1600-h/acoustic-guitar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S6gXhQvWzBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kVo_Im958b0/s320/acoustic-guitar1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451633209128700946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm gonna try, but I may not be successful. But at least I'm gonna try. I would give you an update, but there is nothing to give an update on. My life is still just as boring and non-eventful as it was before. All I have to say is that I have the best family in the world, I love them with every fiber of my being. I am truly blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S6gXhQvWzBI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kVo_Im958b0/s1600-h/acoustic-guitar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-5143759629436737387?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/5143759629436737387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=5143759629436737387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/5143759629436737387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/5143759629436737387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wish.html' title='I Wish...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S6gXhmdTkbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hdGDimgy298/s72-c/baby-grand-piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-8331872617888219238</id><published>2010-02-10T18:20:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:48:50.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...Story Time!! I think it's pretty funny/cute/heart warming. Here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So like I have said in older posts, I go to institute every Tuesday and Thursday morning and it's awesome. I usually pick up one of my friends on the way when I go but for the first day I was a lone ranger. My friend had a doctors appointment so she wasn't able to make it the first day with me. Not gonna lie, it's not easy for me to go to things by myself, but after this first day, I have been totally fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway, I walk into class and I am about 2 minutes late and the class had already started singing the hymn. I kinda panicked because as I looked around I saw no empty chairs. So I kind of stood there for a minute looking around, then I spotted a seat, right in the middle, by this boy. Now he isn't just a boy, he is "special" (if you know what I mean). Straight to the Celestial. I decided to go ahead and have a seat by him. This was probably the best decision I could have made in a long while. As the hymn went on, this boy was singing to the Heavens, I'm convinced. He was singing so loud and enunciating every letter in every word. It was the best. I had a grin from ear to ear while singing the hymn. I didn't want it to end! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As the hymn ended and we had our prayer and stuff, our teacher told us we had to go around to as many people as possible, introduce ourselves, and state one interesting fact about us. (Standard first day procedures) So, I stood up, along with everyone in the class, and began to introduce myself to people. There were a couple minutes where everyone around me was talking to someone and I was just kind of loitering, looking around. I then turned to the boy next to me and I asked him with my arm outstretched "what's your name?" and he turned to me and said "my name is Matthew". He then shook my hand, well not only did he shake it, he squoze the life out of it haha. One of the most firm handshakes I have ever gotten. After he shook my hand he said "there's nothing interesting about me" and I told him "that's ok, I'm not very interesting either", then he smiled at me and we all sat down and enjoyed the rest of class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;From then on, I have made it a goal to say hi to Matthew everyday in class. He loves it. He sometimes sits by me and turns to me and says "You're Becca, the cutie girl" and I just laugh and thank him. What a cutie huh? As classes have gone by I've noticed Matthew writing all during class, what looked to be notes. Lo and behold I was right because the other day he came up to me and gave me one and he also gave me a huge hug while saying "I'm so proud of you" and just yesterday he gave me another note with a hug saying "It's so good to see you". Haha, it really does make my day. What a special kid huh? I will write you what the notes say. I wish you could see his handwriting, its so cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The first note he gave me says: :) Yo hey Becca How are you? Oh becca why did the hamburger  go to the gym? It wanted better buns. What do you call a cow with a twitch? Beef jerky. Im so proud of you. Silly Becca, the cutie girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The second note says: Yo hey Becca How are you? Oh becca, what do you call a cow with no legs? Ground beef. I'm so proud of you, silly Becca the cutie girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hahaha I read these and I really did laugh at the jokes. They are clever. He is the best. I'm glad I got to meet this special person :) hope you enjoyed my little story haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-8331872617888219238?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/8331872617888219238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=8331872617888219238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/8331872617888219238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/8331872617888219238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2010/02/matthew.html' title='Matthew...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-3854378502025294184</id><published>2010-01-24T22:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:47:02.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me laugh...</title><content type='html'>...that probably shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The sound of people falling. It kills me. Especially down the stairs. Thinking about it now makes me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rachels header...the ball looked like it was 50 lbs. About decapitated the poor lass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lennon eating it hard. He falls harder than any kid I've ever known then he looks at you with the most concerned eyes. If you laugh and say he's ok he'll just pop right up. I laugh...I laugh hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Body surfing in Hawaii with Emily and Kobie and Farrah and Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;             Number 1 funniest: Farrah...you basically body surfed right into the beach. Remember when the waves crashed right onto the shore? We decided to give body surfing a try, you were over it after one try. After seeing you come up with your hair matted and covered in sand I lost it, it will never be erased from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;             Number 2 funniest: Kobie...She took a big wave, much too big for her little body and I was just a bystander, watching. Her legs trailing that wave was the funniest thing the eyes could see. They were flailing and flopping around...the poor girl was getting battered in that wave hahaha you could see it in her legs!! I laughed...I laughed hard.&lt;br /&gt;             Number 3 funniest: Rachel...after every wave she was stoked, and so was everyone watching!!! They got a nice peep show little did she know. Waving her arms in the air, cheering to herself, without knowing her top came down exposing her white as snow BOOBIES! Couldn't have laughed harder.&lt;br /&gt;             Number 4 funniest: Emily...You came out of every wave like you just fought a war. Haha I will never forget how you looked after emerging from surfing a wave. Your hair was a freaking mess, and you were trying to get the salt water out of your eyes, and probably your hair out of your eyes. That made me laugh. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watching dad boogie board. Man is he a treasure. He doesn't know how, so he catches the wave after it has already broken, then he just gets nailed...hard. You can't see anything but the white foam from the wave, then after a minute he comes out gasping for air. Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People that think they can sing, but totally can't. Sometimes when they are with me I will actually laugh out loud. Emily, you know what I mean :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When mom gets crap all over her mouth, and keeps eating because she can't feel it. She will have like a whole lettuce leaf on her chin and just talk away, little does she know, no one is listening, just staring. Haha mom you are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could think of more, and I probably will once I stop writing, but thats all I got folks. Hope you all got a good laugh, because I sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-borris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-3854378502025294184?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/3854378502025294184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=3854378502025294184' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/3854378502025294184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/3854378502025294184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-that-make-me-laugh.html' title='Things that make me laugh...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-8009046160103758975</id><published>2010-01-20T22:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:46:29.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amor, die Liebe, 喜爱, love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Love, Love, Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Love, Love, Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Love, Love, Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;There's nothing you can do that can't be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It's easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nothing you can make that can't be made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;No one you can save that can't be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It's easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All you need is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All you need is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All you need is love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Love is all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All you need is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All you need is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All you need is love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Love is all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nothing you can know that isn't known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nothing you can see that isn't shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It's easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All you need is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All you need is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All you need is love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Love is all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All you need is love (All together, now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All you need is love. (Everybody!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All you need is love, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Love is all you need (love is all you need)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(love is all you need) (love is all you need)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(love is all you need) Yesterday (love is all you need)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(love is all you need) (love is all you need)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Yee-hai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;love is all you need, love is all you need,love is all you need, love is all you need, oh yeah oh hell yea! love is all you need love is all you need love is all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Couldn't have said it better myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;-borris&lt;/span&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/6093071131835038682-8009046160103758975?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/8009046160103758975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=8009046160103758975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/8009046160103758975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/8009046160103758975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2010/01/amor-die-liebe-love.html' title='amor, die Liebe, 喜爱, love'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-2365979383487252574</id><published>2010-01-16T12:27:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:42:22.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living With Girls...or Gorillas?</title><content type='html'>...So I decided I would clean my room in my apartment today because it desperately needed it. The bathroom wasn't looking too good. I cleaned the bathroom, got on my hands and knees and scrubbed the floor, got all of Autumns hair off the floor, and cleaned the toilet and sink. Looks good :). Speaking of Autumns hair, it is EVERYWHERE!!! hahaha it covers the bathroom floor, there was maybe like 4 of my hairs in there, pretty gnarly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...after I finished the bathroom I decided I would vacuum the carpet in our room, it was pretty nasty. As I was cleaning I noticed the vacuum wasn't picking up everything, just kind of making noise. So I turned it off looked at the bottom and noticed this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S1IURMxtPYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/66PtY2cnZcc/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S1IURMxtPYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/66PtY2cnZcc/s320/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427422786654911874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at all of that hair!!!!! I couldn't believe my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S1IUi7czkZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Vj_x3Zfu-cM/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S1IUi7czkZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Vj_x3Zfu-cM/s320/Image031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427423091241488786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S1IUzW_5tNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/COtXQ7fzbFU/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S1IUzW_5tNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/COtXQ7fzbFU/s320/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427423373514355922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is after I cleaned one side of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S1IVLFTmAZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4F1FBkQoUtw/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S1IVLFTmAZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4F1FBkQoUtw/s320/Image032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427423781081973138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S1IVLZ3KKaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mpwReB0nPyM/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S1IVLZ3KKaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mpwReB0nPyM/s320/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427423786599852450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the finished product. Haha, I found it pretty humorous, but also pretty disgusting. I guess that's what you get when A. You don't live with your mom and B. You live with lazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I grossed out anyone, I just had to share :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-borris (aka cinderella)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-2365979383487252574?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/2365979383487252574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=2365979383487252574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/2365979383487252574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/2365979383487252574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2010/01/living-with-girlsor-gorillas.html' title='Living With Girls...or Gorillas?'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/S1IURMxtPYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/66PtY2cnZcc/s72-c/Image026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-8060469034275011685</id><published>2010-01-14T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:52:23.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Coincidence: A sequence of events that although accidental seems to have been planned or arranged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;So, reading back to my old post I have come to realize that some things I am doing in my life portray everything I said in my last post. Coincidence? I don't think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been going to institute every Tuesday and Thursday mornings and it is so awesome. My teacher is the best. He is so enthusiastic and excited about the Gospel, and he loves life. He is just an all around happy guy. Lately we have been talking about Job and Solomon and those stories are amazing. I recommend every member of the church to reading the book of Job and Ecclesiastes, there is so much to learn, and some very inspiring words...Anyway, back to my original point, as I have been going to class and listening and learning I realize that everything Brother Bartholemew was teaching I had just written in my blog. Isn't that interesting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I write about how I should appreciate all of Gods gifts and know that he is all knowing and he is the most powerful, and in the book of Job, he also learns the same thing. In a much harsher way, I might add, boils he has to scrape off his body and so on and so forth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Also the book of Ecclesiastes it mainly talks about how we should focus on eternal things in life. And in the beginning of the third chapter it talks about "seasons" and how each season comes and goes and how we should grow from the "season" we are in and that each season is temporary. Maybe you had to be a part of class, so I hope you understand what I am talking about. Seasons can be taken as trials or as good times in our lives, each one is temporary, whether we like it or not, but we need to be prepared regardless to face what is coming next. We need to learn from the "season" we are in and be ready for the next "season" to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I found that message to be pretty powerful and very much needed in my life. God does answer prayers, and I consider mine answered. The Gospel is the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;-borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-8060469034275011685?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/8060469034275011685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=8060469034275011685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/8060469034275011685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/8060469034275011685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2010/01/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence?'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-1730197542930642010</id><published>2010-01-10T21:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:09:26.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; the mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; babies and kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; thinking about my future family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; thinking about my aunt Becca's emotional hug she gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; learning about the Gospel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; feeling the spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; my mom and dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; the spiritual moments I share with my mom in church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Dr. Pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; flip flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; laughing, hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sometimes I get so caught up in the negativity in life that I forget all the things I have that makes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;. I get discouraged, often, and it's not good. I know some of my posts have been depressing but writing helps me express myself and get things off my chest. Also, just looking around at all the things God has created for us is truly amazing. Just the opportunity to witness a new life enter this world is a miracle in and of itself. The mountains are so beautiful. We are so lucky to be able to look at those everyday and see the changes they go through throughout the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;appreciation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; is the key word here in this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Life is good, life is hard, and life is supposed to be enjoyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sorry I'm so serious all the time, but these are reminders to me that I shouldn't forget. and I shouldn't be discouraged because I have such a good life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Thanks to everyone who helps me realize that. I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-1730197542930642010?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/1730197542930642010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=1730197542930642010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/1730197542930642010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/1730197542930642010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2010/01/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-6115709548089240684</id><published>2009-12-27T22:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:12:18.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I was thinking the other day, everything can be described as a hug. Listening to good music can sometimes feel like a warm embrace. All the sounds and instruments and vocals surrounding you can make you feel warm and fuzzy (depending on the song of course). Getting under a bunch of blankets and feeling cozy can feel like a hug. The thing that most recently felt like a hug was the spirit at the Christmas program in my home ward this past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;My Dad is probably one of the most talented and smart people I have ever known, and probably will ever know. He helped put together the Christmas program for our sacrament meeting and honestly everything that was sung and said made the chapel full of not only Christmas spirit, but the spirit of Jesus Christ. It's amazing to think of the sacrifice He made for every single one of us. As the program went on my dad had a trombone solo that was honestly so touching to me. You would think that I would get to hear him play that thing all the time, but I never do. I forget how good he is at what he does. He plays that instrument so beautifully, it amazed me and also filled me with the spirit. It was overwhelming. (Ask my mom, she was sitting by me, crying with me). That was probably one of the best hugs I've gotten in a long while, and the most needed one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The reason behind all this "hug" nonsense is so I don't forget how it feels to receive and give a hug, not only physically, but spiritually. I hope sometime in my life I can give a spiritual hug to someone in need, like I needed it. There is nothing better than that feeling. Also a simple embrace to a loved one can mean a lot to that person, whether you think it would or wouldn't. I usually like to give hugs to people often not only because I like it, but because I want to show that person that I truly care about them and love them. If you ever think I am sad or depressed or having kind of a crappy day please give me a hug :) it would honestly change my mood in an instant. An embrace from a family member or a friend is simply priceless. Nothing money can buy would ever make me as happy as a hug does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyway, I've been wanting to write this down for quite a while now, so I did :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Love, Borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-6115709548089240684?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/6115709548089240684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=6115709548089240684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/6115709548089240684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/6115709548089240684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/12/hugs.html' title='Hugs'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-918400092625388186</id><published>2009-12-15T10:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:54:07.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HaHa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SyfM05l7y7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/YJ-3Zd2XI-M/s1600-h/IMGP0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SyfM05l7y7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/YJ-3Zd2XI-M/s320/IMGP0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415522286121503666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was browsing through my pictures on my computer and came across this one. It made me laugh out loud. Look at how much these two look alike, it's crazy. And they both seem so happy to be alive haha. My dad makes me laugh, what a treasure he is in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-918400092625388186?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/918400092625388186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=918400092625388186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/918400092625388186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/918400092625388186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha.html' title='HaHa'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SyfM05l7y7I/AAAAAAAAAIU/YJ-3Zd2XI-M/s72-c/IMGP0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-841389883490910676</id><published>2009-12-08T00:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:36:50.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farrah + Shawn = Mayci Jo Olmstead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sx4H9bVG_dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3asJIIfJLhU/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sx4H9bVG_dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3asJIIfJLhU/s320/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412772554035625426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;December 6, 2009 a beautiful little miracle was born. Mayci Jo Olmstead. 6 pounds 7 ounces and 18 inches long. Another amazing experience witnessed. Thanks Farrah for letting be a part of that precious moment. It is permanently embedded in my brain. What a gorgeous angel you've brought into this world, and I must add, she is lucky to have parents like you guys. Congratulations!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-borris&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/6093071131835038682-841389883490910676?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/841389883490910676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=841389883490910676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/841389883490910676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/841389883490910676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/12/farrah-shawn-mayci-jo-olmstead.html' title='Farrah + Shawn = Mayci Jo Olmstead'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sx4H9bVG_dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3asJIIfJLhU/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-2803577689647545580</id><published>2009-12-05T19:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:03:57.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today was just an overall great day. I spent all day with my two older sisters and my mom. What's better than that right? We went to a bunch of different boutiques and saw a lot of cute things; today I didn't mind shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;At dinner we started talking about all kinds of different things. We talked about things that I probably shouldn't repeat :) and sentimental stuff. I couldn't help but get teary eyed. In that moment I was so grateful to be sitting with my 3 favorite people. Also, I have been thinking a lot lately about the new addition thats comin our way tomorrow (Farrah's baby, new niece) and, being the emotional ball baby I am, I get emotional. I remember when Farrah had her first. When I first held her there was something special about that little girl that held on to a little piece of my heart. She was one of the most beautiful babies I have ever seen, literally. And, being that it was my sisters first, it was that much more special. Rachel's first was amazing too. Witnessing a new spirit coming into this world by your sister is indescribable. You can't help but cry, the spirit is overwhelming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, I can't wait until tomorrow. I know I'm going to be an emotional wreck, but I don't mind. It's to be expected :) I can't wait to see what this little girl is going to look like! Hopefully I can post some pictures and show you all :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Abra Cadabra, borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-2803577689647545580?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/2803577689647545580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=2803577689647545580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/2803577689647545580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/2803577689647545580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/12/precious-moments.html' title='Precious Moments'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-342789809477057605</id><published>2009-11-30T22:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:27:58.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Over this past holiday how can you not think of the many things you should be thankful for? Sometimes (well not sometimes, all the time) I take for granted the things that may seem so small, but to some would give anything for. For example, my bed. I went and saw the movie Blindside the other day and it was a really humbling movie. The main character is taken in by a family and there was a scene that touched me, he was told that the bed he was standing in front of was his and he said he had never had one before. Brought tears to my eyes and also made me think of the many things I have that I need to be grateful for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I can go on and on about everything I am grateful for, but I will spare you the time. I just wanted to say that the only thing that honestly and truly makes me happy and that I am most definitely most thankful for would be my family. I believe I have the greatest family on Earth. Thinking about what every single one of my family members have done for me makes me emotional. You guys are honestly the best. I thank my Heavenly Father everyday for the blessing of being sent down to live with the family that I have. I hope I have somehow been a good sister and daughter. You have no idea how much love I feel towards every single one of you. Thank You for everything you have done and most of all always being there for me. I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Anyway, I hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving and ate til their stomachs burst! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;P.S. I am seriously considering serving a mission. Still in the thinking process though. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-Sincerely, borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-342789809477057605?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/342789809477057605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=342789809477057605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/342789809477057605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/342789809477057605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-6245431730261315667</id><published>2009-10-26T13:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:22:22.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So the other day Rachel and I were at Costco and I was really cravin one of their hotdogs. I mean, who can resist right? So we bought all the items Rach had and I made my way through the damn of grocery carts to the concession stand. I ordered my hotdog with a beverage and at this point my mouth was watering. The girl gave me the total and I began to pull out my credit card, oooopsie! Little did I know, they only take cash or check, so I asked Rach if she could spare me some cash, she had none. My face was starting to get hot, I was getting embarrassed because there was a train of people behind me waiting. I turned back to the hotdog girl and told her "well I guess I'll have to pass on this today, sorry." But before I could turn away, the lady behind me said "You know what, put that on my order, I'll get the same." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was so shocked. No one has done that for me, ever. I began to tell her no, don't do that, really it's fine, but she was persistant. Then I thanked her, told her how nice that was and that I would "pay it forward". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;People like that make this world a better place. That seriously made my day, and it gave me a new respect for some people out there. The whole rest of that day I couldn't stop thinking about how I was going to pay that forward, and how freaking nice that was of her! That is so rare to see these days I think. Anyway, the point of the story is to just say I think we all need a little bit of that in our lives, don't you think? Just one kind gesture, or act of service; it can really change some people. I know it has for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have a wonderful day!!! And HALLOWEEN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-6245431730261315667?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/6245431730261315667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=6245431730261315667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/6245431730261315667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/6245431730261315667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/10/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay It Forward'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-1671765288836966269</id><published>2009-10-21T19:21:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:16:07.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;...Being alone. I feel like I am alone 24/7 and it honestly makes me feel so depressed. Don't ask me why because I really couldn't tell you. I guess I get thinking about certain things, mainly the past, and it saddens me. I was reading my friends blog last night and she basically said everything for me. I miss a lot of things that have now changed and I want so badly for them to be back and sometimes I think that t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;hose things are going to make me happy. Here I am crying my eyes out talking about the past when we all know we are supposed to learn from the past and grow and move on, but why is it so easy for some and so hard for others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;One thing I really miss is seeing my friends every single day at school. That is literally the only reason I went. It was so much fun. I miss playing on a soccer team. I miss the whole part of the word team and everything that comes with it. I miss always having friends around, they are all dispersed now and doing their own things and it is so insane! We really are growing up. I miss the most knowing that I will always have that one friend that is willing to hang out with me every second of everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The list could go on and on, I just wish I could be one o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;f the lost boys and live in neverland and never grow up. Life really would be easier if we could all just stay at one age, I think so at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm not sure why all of this came up, but all I'm trying to say is that I really hate being alone. I know I shouldn't feel this way because my Heavenly Father is always here, but sometimes I can't help the feelings. So if any of you ever get a random call from yours truly (me) you'll know why. I just need someone to talk to is all, maybe for a couple minutes. And if any of you need someone to talk to don't hesitate to call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Please don't be worried, I am honestly just venting. Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;pefully not very many people follow my blog :) I think I need to learn how to love myself. Sometimes I tell myself I am going to write down things that I like about myself, but I start thinking about it and I can't think of one thing I like about me. I think this year is going to be all about that. Finding myself. Hopefully it won't take long :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyway, I love you all, or whoever is reading this. I'm sorry if I've made you worry, but please don't. Have a great week/weekend!!! Call me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;-borris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just thought this picture was funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/St_AFZKOdSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/A6pxNvu5PuE/s1600-h/7827_294125810710_578830710_9248505_5630063_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/St_AFZKOdSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/A6pxNvu5PuE/s320/7827_294125810710_578830710_9248505_5630063_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395242077498799394" 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/6093071131835038682-1671765288836966269?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/1671765288836966269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=1671765288836966269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/1671765288836966269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/1671765288836966269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate.html' title='I Hate...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/St_AFZKOdSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/A6pxNvu5PuE/s72-c/7827_294125810710_578830710_9248505_5630063_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-5159156627486319825</id><published>2009-10-18T00:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:53:21.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;So tonight I was reading a blog that I follow pretty religiously and she posted a link that I went to and I found this talk. Brought tears to my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"The scriptures give us names of several women who have blessed individuals and generations with their spiritual gifts. Eve, the mother of all living; Sarah; Rebekah; Rachel; Martha; Elisabeth; and Mary, the mother of our Savior, will always be honored and remembered. The scriptures also mention women whose names are unknown to us but who bless our lives through their examples and teachings, like the woman of Samaria whom Jesus met at the well of Sychar (see &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/john/4" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/john/4/')" target="contentWindow" class="scriptureRef"&gt;John 4&lt;/a&gt;), the ideal wife and mother described in &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/prov/31" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/prov/31/')" target="contentWindow" class="scriptureRef"&gt;Proverbs 31&lt;/a&gt;, and the faithful woman who was made whole just by touching the Savior’s clothes (see &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/mark/5/25-34#25" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/mark/5//25-34#25')" target="contentWindow" class="scriptureRef"&gt;Mark 5:25–34&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" name="6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;As we look at the history of this earth and at the history of the restored Church of Jesus Christ, it becomes obvious that women hold a special place in our Father’s plan for the eternal happiness and well-being of His children.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" name="7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I hope that my dear sisters throughout the world—grandmothers, mothers, aunts, and friends—never underestimate the power of their influence for good, especially in the lives of our precious children and youth!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;President Heber J. Grant (1856–1945) said, “Without the devotion and absolute testimony of the living God in the hearts of our mothers, this Church would die.”&lt;a class="footnote" href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=20f31a01e8d43210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD#footnote1"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt; And the writer of Proverbs said, “Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it” (&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/prov/22/6#6" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/prov/22//6#6')" target="contentWindow" class="scriptureRef"&gt;Proverbs 22:6&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" name="9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;President Gordon B. Hinckley counseled the women of the Church:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" name="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“It is so tremendously important that the women of the Church stand strong and immovable for that which is correct and proper under the plan of the Lord. …&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" name="11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“We call upon the women of the Church to stand together for righteousness. They must begin in their own homes. They can teach it in their classes. They can voice it in their communities.”&lt;a class="footnote" href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=20f31a01e8d43210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD#footnote2"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" name="12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;There is a saying that big gates move on small hinges. Sisters, your example in seemingly small things will make a big difference in the lives of our young people. The way you dress and groom yourselves, the way you talk, the way you pray, the way you testify, the way you live every day will make the difference. This includes which TV shows you watch, which music you prefer, and how you use the Internet. If you love to go to the temple, the young people who value your example will also love to go. If you adapt your wardrobe to the temple garment and not the other way around, they will know what you consider important, and they will learn from you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" name="13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You are marvelous sisters and great examples. Our youth are blessed by you, and the Lord loves you for that." -By President Dieter F. Uchtdorf Second Counselor in the First Presidency&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;There is plenty more, but I really liked this passage. It made me feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I love being a Woman...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-5159156627486319825?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/5159156627486319825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=5159156627486319825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/5159156627486319825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/5159156627486319825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/10/being-woman.html' title='Being a Woman'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-2813123686324272197</id><published>2009-10-12T10:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:19:54.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where The Freak Are You?????</title><content type='html'>Come on now, hasn't it been long enough? What the heck is my husband doing right now? Have we met? If we have, well I guess I don't like you very much at the moment haha. When will I find you? Such a weird freaking thought. Don't really know why I am posting this on my blog, but I am so deal with it :) haha. Just wondering what in the world I am going to do with my life. It's so frustrating not being able to know what is going to happen for me. Anyway, I'm just going to stop before I get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;Tune in again soon!&lt;br /&gt;-borris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-2813123686324272197?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/2813123686324272197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=2813123686324272197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/2813123686324272197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/2813123686324272197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-freak-are-you.html' title='Where The Freak Are You?????'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-1840126362469026629</id><published>2009-10-07T23:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:07:01.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice maybe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Well hello again everyone. I was just wondering if anyone out there could give me some advice...Sometimes I get frustrated. I know that its normal and all but I don't know how to handle my frustration. Sometimes I get to the point where I want to hit something, like the wall, or the TV or anything that is near me, and sometimes I actually do hit something. I know some of you didn't know this about me, but when I get frustrated when I'm around people I usually can hide it pretty well, or to some I seem kind of down. But when I'm by myself I have no clue what to do to get my frustration under control. I've thought about going on a run, but I hate running too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;If any of you have any advice, please let me know! Thanks. Much Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;-borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-1840126362469026629?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/1840126362469026629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=1840126362469026629' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/1840126362469026629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/1840126362469026629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/10/advice-maybe.html' title='Advice maybe?'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-4271968463380503264</id><published>2009-09-30T14:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:15:48.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you ever wonder why you say, think, or do the things you do? Do you ever feel like it's someone or something that is influencing you in someway to make you feel the way you do or say the things you do or act the way you act? These are some of the questions that have been floating around in my head lately and I still haven't found an answer. Sometimes I feel like it's just me who is making me feel this way or say those things or do those things, but other times it seems like I am being pushed or pulled a certain way to make me do or say those things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wonder, after I do those things, why in the world I did that. It's not always with the mistakes I've made, but with the good decisions I have made also. Sometimes I go and talk to people I have never met and feel like I just made that persons day, or sometimes I will think things about myself and get my self-esteem so low that I can't even function. It makes me wonder if it's simply human or am I being influenced by someone/something to make these decisions...? I guess there are some ways I could find that out, but in the meantime I will still have these questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've also wondered whether or not I should serve a mission. A few months ago I was having a hard time because I felt like I wasn't being productive in my life. I felt like I needed to hurry and choose a career path, or hurry and find someone I could marry, or hurry and prepare for a mission, but I realized after many tears and frustration, and with the help of a very smart man (my dad) that I don't need to rush into anything. My dad told me that basically things happen when they happen. Just do the things that I feel like I need to be doing and everything will fall into place. As far as a mission goes, I am getting closer and closer to being 21 and it's kind of freaking me out. My dad says that if I need to go then I will go, that I will know whether or not its going to happen when the time is right. What a smart guy huh? So simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, I just would like to give a shout out to my family. This past week I have felt more appreciation for them than I have for a long time. I wanna let you guys know how much I truly love you. I feel so blessed to be able to spend eternity with you guys. Living here on earth with you is bliss, but imagining living in Heaven with you sounds so amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Farrah and Rachel, thank you for your examples. I couldn't ask for better sisters seriously. I love how close we have become and I appreciate all your advice in all I do. Your guys' opinions mean so much to me, and everything you advise I really take to heart. Thanks for everything. Chad and Jake, you guys are the bomb.com. I love watching you father your children. It helps me find someone that I could potentially marry. I look in them for characteristics that you guys have. I love you. Alix and Kobie, what can I say about you huh? True blessings to the family. I get teary eyed thinking about the life you could have had if you hadn't been placed in our home. I'm sorry I tease you guys all the time and I'm not the nicest always but just know that I love you unconditionally. Now that you are maturing and getting older I like to hang out with you more and see what your lives are like. You're so much fun. Mom and Dad, words cannot express the love I have for you two. I can't think of better parents, honestly. I know that whenever I need to talk about something I can go to you guys and come out feeling so good about myself, so relieved, humbled, and loved. Thanks for all you do for the family and I. Jamie, Angie, Shawn and B, you all know I love you :) Also, to my best friend, you really are the best. I miss ya, love you, and it'll be nice to see you soon haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I think I got everyone in there, sorry for the weird post. It's been a weird day so far haha. Tune in again soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-4271968463380503264?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/4271968463380503264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=4271968463380503264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/4271968463380503264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/4271968463380503264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-thought.html' title='Just a Thought...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-8298555065317577345</id><published>2009-09-18T14:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:22:47.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SrPrCx3Od6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/0TEjZ9llM0Y/s1600-h/5540_252195465710_578830710_8380912_5115104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SrPrCx3Od6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/0TEjZ9llM0Y/s320/5540_252195465710_578830710_8380912_5115104_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382904412615112610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;...I know it's been forever! I just haven't had the desire really to update my blog, but here I am and it's about time if I don't say so myself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Well first things first I have moved out. Exciting right? I am living in Orem in an apartment just west of the freeway off the university parkway exit. It's actually a lot of fun. Besides the fact that I am the only one who cleans the apartment, does the dishes, cleans out the nasty microwave, mops, vacuums, sweeps, basically everything. But you know what? I don't really mind cuz I enjoy cleaning actually. I am sharing a room with Autumn and it's awesome. She and I have always gotten along, and we've known each other for a long time. She lives up the street from my house in Alpine so we have been in the same ward and everything for a while. She's clean, which is fantastic, and she's funny, which is even more fantastic haha. Every night is like a sleep over, I seriously fall asleep laughing every night, we say some pretty funny things before we go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;School is going good. I am learning a lot and working hard. I am staying ontop of things in my classes and staying caught up, unlike some of the other classes I took in previous years. Wish I had been a lil smarter those years haha. But it's awesome, I'm so close to the school that it makes it way easier to go to class. If any of you know me, it's hard for me to get motivated to do school work, so it's great that I'm so close to everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;I went to my singles ward for the first time this last sunday and it was seriously sooooo good! I am so excited to become part of that ward. The relief society president is awesome. It was one of the most spiritual Sunday's I've had in a while. Plus the church is seriously 5 steps away, I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway I'm just gonna keep this short and sweet :) I am finally happy with things going on in my life. Pretty content with it if  you will. I'm learning a lot about myself and what I am capable of and it's really refreshing and fun discovering all these things I can do that I never knew I could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Welp, this post is coming to a close, here are some pictures of the people I've been hanging out with while bein moved out and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Tune in again soon! .....Borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SrPrSc0mzxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TANiVaCPUzE/s1600-h/7827_273852845710_578830710_8866591_738422_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SrPrSc0mzxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TANiVaCPUzE/s320/7827_273852845710_578830710_8866591_738422_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382904681844887314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SrPrSP6zR4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/whK_Ejuf57k/s1600-h/7827_273425135710_578830710_8855618_3569198_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SrPrSP6zR4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/whK_Ejuf57k/s320/7827_273425135710_578830710_8855618_3569198_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382904678381209474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SrPrRkHVyjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OXQzNGKflqw/s1600-h/6460_267964665710_578830710_8740447_5429735_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SrPrRkHVyjI/AAAAAAAAAHc/OXQzNGKflqw/s320/6460_267964665710_578830710_8740447_5429735_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382904666622642738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SrPrRHZER-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/iIuUgob90H8/s1600-h/5540_254598190710_578830710_8435273_6853442_n.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/_Uis1NlxcEws/SrPrRHZER-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/iIuUgob90H8/s320/5540_254598190710_578830710_8435273_6853442_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382904658912364514" 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/6093071131835038682-8298555065317577345?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/8298555065317577345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=8298555065317577345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/8298555065317577345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/8298555065317577345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SrPrCx3Od6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/0TEjZ9llM0Y/s72-c/5540_252195465710_578830710_8380912_5115104_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-4587898211942707362</id><published>2009-08-12T16:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:19:25.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well hello again! I'm back! And kind of sad to tell you the truth. Hawaii was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;awesome,&lt;/span&gt; unfortunately I don't have a charger for my camera so I couldn't take any pictures, but I will tell you everything that went down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week we were there the weather was actually pretty crappy, it rained for like 4 days haha. Didn't see the sun for a while and I was so discouraged/mad/disappointed. It was Emily's first time in Hawaii and I wanted to show her everything we do there when we go, but it's hard to when it's raining and cold. But we did sit in the hot tub and watched some movies and T.V. so it wasn't too bad I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode bikes one day to the Coconut Marketplace and ate some pizza and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MASSIVE snowcone&lt;/span&gt;, and while we were there &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;THE SUN CAME OUT!!!&lt;/span&gt; We were so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;stoked&lt;/span&gt;. So, we packed up all our stuff, got on our bikes, rode back to the condo, got our swimmingsuits, and peddled straight to the beach. That was an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;awesome &lt;/span&gt;day. Both Emily and I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FRIED&lt;/span&gt;! But we didn't care much, cuz the weather was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then (I can't remember the exact days) one other day, Emily and I went to the ropeswing they have there, which is about 15-20 minutes away from the condo, and it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;way fun&lt;/span&gt;. While standing there waiting for people to go, I was getting eaten alive by mosquitos. I couldn't stand there any longer, so....I jumped off the cliff, which was actually a waterfall, into the cool, fresh water. Oh and by the way, before I jumped in I saw a lil turtle pop its head up above the water, it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;way cool&lt;/span&gt;. Then I was treading water for like 10 minutes trying to get Emily to jump off the cliff. It was so funny watching her stand up there looking down at the water. You could tell how hard she was thinking about it. There was several times where I thought she was gonna jump, because her body kind of jolted and she stopped looking at me, then she would look at me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;, haha such good times. I must have had 20 mosquito bites all over my body, some lady told me while I was on the cliff haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went to the beach everyday. No matter what we would go, even if it was for an hour or so. The ocean is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so much fun&lt;/span&gt; to swim in. You can ask anyone who I have swimmed in the ocean with how hard I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt; when im diving under waves. I seriously cannot stop &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; when wave after wave is tossing me under the water. I would start laughing under water then when I came out I would look at Emily and Kobie and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;laugh even harder&lt;/span&gt;! Emily's head was always a mess when she popped out. All I would see is the back of her head and her trying to get her hair out of her face and the water out of her eyes, I was laughing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so hard&lt;/span&gt;! Sometimes I couldn't breathe. One time Kobie's legs were flailing around out of the wave as it was tossing her and you can't help but laugh at that kind of stuff. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I was dying&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough with the rambling. On one of the last days we went on a catamaran boat ride across the Napali Coast and that was seriously &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;such a good time!&lt;/span&gt; We saw spinner dolphins and turtles, and we snorkeled and saw tons of fish. Ate some good food, drank some beverages, good time eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about this trip but I think you get the gist of it :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;IT WAS THE BEST!&lt;/span&gt; Of course I loved going with my sisters, that trip probably comes in first, but this definitely was a close second. Mom and Dad, thanks for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; trip, and Em thanks for bein my co-pilot and joining me on this excursion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tune in again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Borris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-4587898211942707362?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/4587898211942707362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=4587898211942707362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/4587898211942707362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/4587898211942707362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi.html' title='HI'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-4597320928484792908</id><published>2009-07-20T23:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:57:42.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloooooooooha!!</title><content type='html'>Hawaii here we come, hope you are ready for us. I am so excited to go to Hawaii. It really is one of the greatest places on earth, besides Lake Powell of course. Soakin up some rays, swimming in the ocean, bein with people you love, seeing palm trees everywhere, eating good food always, sounds pretty neat to me. If you wanna souvenir.....TOOO BAAADD! But maybe you'll get one if I think about ya :) Anyway this is a pretty pointless post, but my blog needed an update so there you have it. Love you all, tune in again and maybe you will see some pictures of strangers walkin around in speedo's or something :) you can always find some interesting people wandering the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-4597320928484792908?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/4597320928484792908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=4597320928484792908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/4597320928484792908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/4597320928484792908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/07/aloooooooooha.html' title='Aloooooooooha!!'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-1072639049789024397</id><published>2009-06-21T17:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:20:54.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sj8imP-Ng0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/oFmEMucffCY/s1600-h/shawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sj8imP-Ng0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/oFmEMucffCY/s320/shawn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350032922857276226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sj7BkSbQJMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/19hMzANtLFk/s1600-h/IMGP0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sj7BkSbQJMI/AAAAAAAAAG8/19hMzANtLFk/s320/IMGP0118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349926236528321730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sj7BkPxz60I/AAAAAAAAAG0/RrPTOMoQYww/s1600-h/IMGP0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sj7BkPxz60I/AAAAAAAAAG0/RrPTOMoQYww/s320/IMGP0468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349926235817634626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sj7BjyE9q7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/7VpHz3K1Pxc/s1600-h/IMGP0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sj7BjyE9q7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/7VpHz3K1Pxc/s320/IMGP0478.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349926227844901810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sj7BjpOfHWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hQFS_afvNNU/s1600-h/IMGP0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sj7BjpOfHWI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hQFS_afvNNU/s320/IMGP0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349926225468923234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what a wonderful day eh? I am finally updating my blog and what a better thing to talk about then my dad.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is AWESOME! I have always been a daddy's girl. He and I were inseparable! We'd go fishing together, ride bikes together, hey dad remember when you had that lil seat for me on the back of your bike and I would just chill there while you would bike around? That was the best. We would play catch together, he taught me how to pitch for softball, he has taught me everything I know, literally. I know now what I am looking for for in an eternal companion because of my dads example and how much he loves my mom. He is the most caring person, he truly never thinks about himself, always about others. His testimony of the gospel is unbelievable, every time he talks about the gospel you can see in his eyes how much he loves it, and I couldn't be more grateful to have that in my home 24/7. &lt;br /&gt;Dad this is a shout out to you, I love you. (I'm gettin teary just thinkin about it) You have been the best dad anyone could ask for. You've supported me in all I do and have done and for that I am forever grateful. Thanks dad for bein you, and making me laugh. Your optimism is the best, such a good example. I am so glad Heavenly Father put me into your arms, I am so happy I get to spend eternity with you dad. You're amazing and I LOVE YOU! Happy fathers day!&lt;br /&gt;Also a little shout out to my brothers and brothers-in-law, you guys are the best! Chad, Jake, Shawn, and B, what great dads. I love watching you bein a dad! Sometimes its funny, but most of the time its sweet. I get to see the tender side to you guys and I love it. Such cute lil dads :) I love you guys! Happy fathers day to you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-1072639049789024397?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/1072639049789024397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=1072639049789024397' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/1072639049789024397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/1072639049789024397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/06/father-dearest.html' title='Father Dearest'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sj8imP-Ng0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/oFmEMucffCY/s72-c/shawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-6674740108236846945</id><published>2009-05-16T11:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:05:13.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>summertime</title><content type='html'>Summer is freaking finally here and I am so stoked on it! I have a feeling this summer is going to be a good one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of things I like to do in the summer :)&lt;br /&gt;1. Longboarding&lt;br /&gt;2. Making chili dogs&lt;br /&gt;3. Laying out by the pool&lt;br /&gt;4. Lake Powell (duh)&lt;br /&gt;5. Hawaii (duh)&lt;br /&gt;6. Drive with the windows down&lt;br /&gt;7. Camping out in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;8. Camping&lt;br /&gt;9. Bonfires&lt;br /&gt;10. Tinfoil dinners&lt;br /&gt;11. Snow cones&lt;br /&gt;12. Tan lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on my friends, there is an endless amount of things to do in the summer and I'm so excited for it! If any of you would like to join me in any of those things just give me a call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I make a mean chili dog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-6674740108236846945?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/6674740108236846945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=6674740108236846945' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/6674740108236846945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/6674740108236846945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/05/summertime.html' title='summertime'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-5388512330161345426</id><published>2009-05-10T12:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:42:12.528-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sgcf1-G2cMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lVE-fo-QXY8/s1600-h/n814749236_1254115_919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sgcf1-G2cMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lVE-fo-QXY8/s320/n814749236_1254115_919.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334267295708901570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sgcf1v6N3bI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hHhPzqHcjLk/s1600-h/n814749236_1540847_6382809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sgcf1v6N3bI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hHhPzqHcjLk/s320/n814749236_1540847_6382809.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334267291897814450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sgcf1uBWzhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/02FtThYaFus/s1600-h/n814749236_199150_2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sgcf1uBWzhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/02FtThYaFus/s320/n814749236_199150_2521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334267291390889490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sgcf1ewSE2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7HGEJqBgGJQ/s1600-h/n814749236_199148_1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sgcf1ewSE2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7HGEJqBgGJQ/s320/n814749236_199148_1866.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334267287292744546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is a special day now isn't it? It's Mothers Day! Man oh man do I have a great mom. Just thinking about her puts a lil twinkle in my eye. She is the most amazing person, she has been through everything you can imagine and look how she turned out. So amazing, so strong, pretty dang funny, willing to do anything for anyone, in other words she couldn't be a better example to her family. Lately, in the past few years, I have seen our family grow closer together because of some of the things we have gone through and I couldn't be more proud of my mom and for everything she has sacrificed for her kids. This is a shout out to you mom and I THANK YOU for bringing me up in such a warm spiritual home with good values and strong family ties. I love you mom, I hope you know how much I appreciate everything you do for me. &lt;br /&gt;Also a lil shout out to my sisters and sisters in-law. I love you guys, I love watching you mother your kids, tend to their every need, being so patient with them, looking into your eyes when you hold them and love them and kiss them, such a special bond you have with your kids. I hope one day I can become as good of mothers as you guys are. Farrah, Rachel, Jamie, and Angie, thanks for your examples and I hope you guys have a great mothers day. Don't forget, I'm always watching ;) haha&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I thought of that ties into this day of mothers...I watched my nephews Lennon and Evan yesterday and I really had a lot of fun. Evan seriously makes me laugh, you cannot get mad at that kid, no matter what he does. He is just too cute, and Lennon, well he has a lil mind of his own. He is probably the easiest kid to watch, he will just chill. Lie on the ground for hours at a time rolling from toy to toy. They were a lot of fun, and I gotta say, I don't know how you mothers do that everyday! I was watching probably the 2 easiest kids to watch in the world and at the end of the day I was still EXHAUSTED! Yesterday I gained a lil bit more respect for you moms :) anyway, just thought I'd share and say I LOVE YOU MOTHERS IN MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;love, borris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-5388512330161345426?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/5388512330161345426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=5388512330161345426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/5388512330161345426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/5388512330161345426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Sgcf1-G2cMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lVE-fo-QXY8/s72-c/n814749236_1254115_919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-6145147918197994161</id><published>2009-05-06T00:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:27:53.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting personnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SgEyB3M9yEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/MINNkUEpq94/s1600-h/New+Bajio+Logo_full.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SgEyB3M9yEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/MINNkUEpq94/s320/New+Bajio+Logo_full.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332598441362966594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since it is past 12:00 midnight its not cinco de mayo anymore, but yesterday was! And lucky for me I got the opportunity to work at Bajio Mexican Grill! Let me tell ya, everyone and their dogs were there! So many people came in, I was kind of freaking out, but it was awesome. Within all the chaos and running around I couldn't help but notice the very interesting people coming in. &lt;br /&gt;1. A couple came in, they were made for each other. The girl was wearing a huge black t-shirt, some olive green pants hiking boots and her hair was a rats nest. The guy was wearing a full jean outfit, jean jacket and pants, and his hair was really long and extremely greasy. He was also very tall. When I rang them up I realized, wow this girl must be high or something, she was unusually twitchy and fidgety and she couldn't talk fast enough. The guy grabbed the tray and noticed there were no utensils on there, so he asked his girlfriend "do we eat this with utensils or just our hands" the girlfriend pointed to the utensils behind them. He grabbed the tray and, thank goodness, grabbed himself and his one true love some utensils. They probably really would have ate it with their hands, can you imagine? I thought about them eating their salads without utensils and laughed/gagged, not the prettiest sight. &lt;br /&gt;2. An older man came in during the slow time, between 2:00 and 4:00, and I watched him open the door and enter, and he was seriously struggling to walk through the doorway. I was thinking to myself "oh great, we have a drunk on our hands" and sure enough, he was sooooo wasted! In the middle of the day! And he was not a bum, he was clean looking. I kind of smirked and laughed as he walked into the wall while entering the store. Just to give you a visual, he had peppered gray hair, white scruff, sunglasses, and sweatpants. I helped him through the cold table, asked him "would you like some cheese on your chimichanga?" I looked up and he got slightly excited and said "ooooooohhhh yaaaaaa" so I said "alrighty you got it, any sour cream?" then he got even more excited, and with the same monotone slurred voiced murmured "aaaahhhh mmmm yaaaaa pppuuuuut soooomeee oonn theerrrrree" so I did and rang him up on the register. His total was 10.27, he paid with a 5 dollar bill and the rest in quarters. He just kept pulling change out of his pockets, every pocket he had on his body was full of change. Mind you, this whole process is taking about 10-15 minutes, when it should only take 3-5 minutes, especially during the slow time. He kept giving me change, and I had to stand there smelling his rancid sour alcohol breath. He left GOT IN HIS CAR!!!!!! and drove away. Can you believe that? A guy, so unbelievably drunk getting in his car and driving! I was so mad. Next time he comes in, I am promising you all that I am going to call the police and get him under control, the idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for now, that is all I got, and all that I can remember. I'm sure there were a ton more, but since it was so busy I couldn't pay full attention to any details. Sorry I write so much, but this is something I don't wanna forget, and I thought, people sometimes like stories, so I told you :) anyway enjoy and tune in again sometime. &lt;br /&gt;borris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-6145147918197994161?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/6145147918197994161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=6145147918197994161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/6145147918197994161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/6145147918197994161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-personel.html' title='interesting personnel'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SgEyB3M9yEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/MINNkUEpq94/s72-c/New+Bajio+Logo_full.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-2556042286235344953</id><published>2009-04-13T22:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:08:02.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand</title><content type='html'>One thing recently has reeeeeaaaally been bugging me. Why in the crap do people put pictures of themselves on facebook kissing their boyfriends/girlfriends? Do they think people enjoy seeing that? Or really think its "so adorable"? I think its cool that they really like each other, Im not gonna be the immature person who thinks its gross, cuz it doesnt really gross me out, it just bothers me. In all reality, no one wants to see those pictures. I'm just saying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-2556042286235344953?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/2556042286235344953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=2556042286235344953' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/2556042286235344953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/2556042286235344953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-understand.html' title='I don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-934637197165343000</id><published>2009-04-09T00:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:01:06.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dont Know...</title><content type='html'>Well reading my blog and comparing it to others, I realize that my life is pretty dang boring. Nothing ever happens. Only little things happen during the day for me, and I dont really know whether to share them or not. I guess I will share a couple since I'm sick of looking at the same things on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;1. Tuesday was quite the weird day. I had to work and the whole time I was there I was soooo clumsy and dropping things left and right. I dropped a lil container of salsa all over my foot. I dropped a lil cup of salad dressing in the big container all of the dressing was in, it really pissed me off. I hit my head on the counter as I was picking up stuff. All in all, I was getting really frustrated with myself and doing things faster than I was capable of doing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;2. Monday in our indoor game, we got SLAUGHTERED! I dont remember the last time we got beat that bad. It was fun playing, but not fun losing :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Today (Wednesday) I had my anatomy lab class and I was making the whole class laugh. I swear I'm not funny. I like to think I am cuz I always laugh at myself usually because A. no one else thinks its funny or B. I'm trying to give my self-esteem a boost. My teacher mentioned fangs, like vampire fangs, and I made a joke using the twilight character edward and my teacher said "did I just hear a reference to twilight?" and I said yes and the class laughed. Then he said "thats all my wife and mother-in-law talk about, and I swore if I ever heard another reference...." then I just started saying "Edward, Edward, Edward..." a million times, the class laughed. Then the instructor said "as I was saying, if I ever heard a reference to twilight I would give the student an F" and he looked at me and I said "well edward is my uncles name" and turned around and the whole class laughed again. I'm not saying I'm funny cuz im not, but to tell you the truth this made me feel kinda good! hahaha I was laughing at myself too believe it or not, just in case no one else would.  &lt;br /&gt;I am a horrible story teller, and you probably had to be there for these stories, but I just wanted to share lil things that go on in my life that aren't really relevant to anything in particular, just random. &lt;br /&gt;4. One other thing. I went to my grandma's house I think it was 2 sunday's ago and it was pretty cool. I talked with my aunts and some of my cousins I hardly ever get to see and I really enjoyed it. Leaving there I realized how much I am going to miss my Grandma when she leaves. She is the cutest Grandma you will ever see! She fits right into my chest when I hug her and it cracks me up. Such a cute lil lady, always happy. I hope I can be that cute when I'm old, but I probaly won't haha. Anyway I'm so boring and it's getting late so if any of you made it here, thanks for reading and tune in again sometime. I promise it won't be this boring :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-934637197165343000?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/934637197165343000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=934637197165343000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/934637197165343000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/934637197165343000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-know.html' title='I Dont Know...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-8306177337219309841</id><published>2009-03-26T20:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:43:32.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH...</title><content type='html'>...this video just cracks me up. Rachel and Lemon (lennon is his real name we just call him lemon) spent the night the other night and he was screaming in the living room and I was pretty much laughing the whole time, so then it turned into a lil game. Whenever I yelled he would yell back, and we would just start laughing. I had to get it on film, so here you are, enjoy. dont get annoyed by my voice please :)&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-46f96a7ac6639c79" 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://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46f96a7ac6639c79%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331316135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EEF893F1F8084E44455267E3D54EDEC6E4909CF.55C46DEABE1EFE1F86B938C48DA083C379B67824%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46f96a7ac6639c79%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCxJQIpYVjoecdPz8d-1vyf4JsvI&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://v18.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46f96a7ac6639c79%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331316135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EEF893F1F8084E44455267E3D54EDEC6E4909CF.55C46DEABE1EFE1F86B938C48DA083C379B67824%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46f96a7ac6639c79%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCxJQIpYVjoecdPz8d-1vyf4JsvI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture below is from one of the monday nights I look forward to every week. My sisters and brother and I play on an indoor team together and its so much fun. Jake usually gets flaming pissed and throws out some cuss words, Rachel is kind of just there, usually the one pissing Jacob off, and Farrah is usually concussed or goin in so hot in ever tackle, I am just there to enjoy the ride :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Scw3SgbqHMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7KsJ1G2_Pwg/s1600-h/IMGP0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Scw3SgbqHMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7KsJ1G2_Pwg/s320/IMGP0355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317686051100826818" 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/6093071131835038682-8306177337219309841?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=46f96a7ac6639c79&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/8306177337219309841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=8306177337219309841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/8306177337219309841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/8306177337219309841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahhh.html' title='AHHH...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/Scw3SgbqHMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7KsJ1G2_Pwg/s72-c/IMGP0355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-6978932605053085697</id><published>2009-03-06T00:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:19:40.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't laugh at me...ok you can if you want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SbDci6EAmnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/67EOycFTTNw/s1600-h/sun0805n-gas+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SbDci6EAmnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/67EOycFTTNw/s320/sun0805n-gas+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309986452929550962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so today I had probably one of the biggest blonde moments of my life. Here's how the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, Alix, Kobie, and I all went to cafe rio tonight for dinner, shocker right? Bajio people goin to cafe rio. Anyway, we got done eating and I was on my way home and I noticed that my tank was almost empty so I thought to myself "I'm gonna go get some gas at the junction and I might as well pick up some milk while I'm at it". So off I go, singing like I'm on American Idol all the way to our beloved junction. I pull up, get out of the car, take the gas cap off, and I pushed the button on the monitor that says "pay inside" all it did was make the weirdest noise, like I had made a mistake. An error noise if you will. So I push it again, thinking "well maybe the cashier has to do something", I probably pushed that button 20 times. Kept making the "error" noise. So, I went inside to ask the cashier if they are having troubles with the pumps or if they weren't working for whatever reason and he said "no they should be working". I furrowed my brow, in thought, wondering what in the world am I doing wrong? In the meantime someone had pulled up on the other side of me to fill up and he got his pump to work just fine. So (this is so embarrassing!) I asked him "how did you get your pump to work" he peaked over and said "just stuck my card in and it worked". I thought about it, then looked at the monitor and noticed a lil detail I probably should have noticed way before this whole process started, it said "pay inside/lift nozzle" WHAT!!!!! oh my word, so I freaking lifted the nozzle and started filling up. After that I said to the guy "just a lil blonde moment" and he busted up laughing, then left. I felt sooooo stupid!!! can you believe I did that? The whole way home I was laughing at myself and my stupidity. At least my stupidity got put to some good use, LAUGHTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-6978932605053085697?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/6978932605053085697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=6978932605053085697' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/6978932605053085697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/6978932605053085697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-laugh-at-meok-you-can-if-you-want.html' title='don&apos;t laugh at me...ok you can if you want...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SbDci6EAmnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/67EOycFTTNw/s72-c/sun0805n-gas+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-2626459446510029609</id><published>2009-02-25T23:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:43:43.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>warning...long and journally</title><content type='html'>well as most of you know I am taking anatomy this year and boy oh boy what a tough class. I knew I was gonna be in for a ride, but I didn't quite know it was goin to be this hard. Anyway...today we learned about the muscles of the face, and I got to see a dead persons face and let me tell you it was a pretty freaky sight. I wont go into detail but the cadaver still had freaking eyelashes, SOOOO INSANE! I really felt so queezy in class, but slowly gained composure. This all really has nothing to do with what I want to say, but I was thinking today about how many different body parts and veins and arteries we have and how each of them has a different function and I was blown away at the fact that God created this. He is a genius really. I dont know if I could ever make a body as crazy as ours. Thinking about just walking up the stairs takes so much coordination, but our body is trained in doing it so its not a struggle anymore, and our brains have to work at light speed to tell each muscle what it needs to do. It really is fascinating. Seeing someone elses body and insides makes me want to keep mine clean. Its so important to keep our bodies healthy! Not only is it awesome because we feel healthier but it makes our spirit healthier. Our physical health is inseparably connected to our spiritual health. Sorry for getting all cheesy, but I have been wanting to write this down for so long and where better than a blog right? Anyway, that was just my thought for today. I sometimes just wonder why I feel worthless some days and now that I think about it, it probably has something to do with the things I am putting into my body. All I ever eat is crap, and it probably does hurt my spirit in a way. I don't know maybe I could be wrong, but those are just my thoughts. :)&lt;br /&gt;PS. I am convinced chocolate and candy can be good for the soul, doesnt hurt to have a lil sweetness every once and a while :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-2626459446510029609?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/2626459446510029609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=2626459446510029609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/2626459446510029609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/2626459446510029609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/02/warninglong-and-journally.html' title='warning...long and journally'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-3596778419113432113</id><published>2009-02-20T16:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:55:18.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so neat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SZ9CgsmiaCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zzF8UIaYZ4A/s1600-h/Photo-0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SZ9CgsmiaCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zzF8UIaYZ4A/s320/Photo-0059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305032015561779234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well last week my mom asked me if I wanted to go to Alix's 6th grade valentines dance at the elementary school and of course I said yes! I remember doin all the dances and stuff and it was so much fun! I couldn't wait to see what they did different and how awkward I must have looked dancin' with the boys. When we got there I just started laughing. The kids looked sooooo awkward, and they never looked at each other, they were dancin' and lookin around, probably at everyone watching them, giggling, like I was haha. But then I saw Alix, she looked gorgeous, really, and I am so mad I didnt bring my camera to show you guys how stunning she looked. She straightened her hair and did some soft curls in it, it really brought tears to my eyes. I was so scared that she wasn't going to get asked to dance with one of the boys cuz sometimes she can be a lil awkward but who isn't at that age? She got asked to every single dance. And when it was time for her to dance with my dad, she came running out so excited, to find out he wasn't there, again bringing tears to my eyes. But....I caught another lil priceless moment that I probably will never forget. Tristin, my nephew, came running out and since neither one of his parents were there he asked his Grandma Arden to dance. What a sweet kid!!! I almost had tears fall down my cheek, but I managed to capture a picture of this cute moment :) oh and they did some line dances, and I got in there and danced haha right by Alix. It was so fun! haha (sorry I dont write much about myself)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-3596778419113432113?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/3596778419113432113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=3596778419113432113' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/3596778419113432113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/3596778419113432113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-neat.html' title='so neat...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uis1NlxcEws/SZ9CgsmiaCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zzF8UIaYZ4A/s72-c/Photo-0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-731661736697429031</id><published>2009-02-19T11:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:39:02.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought this was funny</title><content type='html'>so one day I left my computer in the family room and I was gone all day, so when I got home I immediately looked at my computer to see if anyone had been using it. Kobie and Alix usually get their hands on it if I leave it somewhere so I thought I would check and see what they had been up to. Kobie loves to take funny pictures on photo booth, so I checked there first, lo and behold I found a lil treasure. I about died when I saw this. please enjoy! &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f1654591b3041340" 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://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1654591b3041340%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331316135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25BF04E722CD1DDEBD2B9902B2D7E9A3D0D4C459.7E4C966505C2A7551090FBBF58929CC4F5A3A7C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1654591b3041340%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8nEzzEWdSdTFRIvRi17HdwwqdUs&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://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1654591b3041340%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331316135%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25BF04E722CD1DDEBD2B9902B2D7E9A3D0D4C459.7E4C966505C2A7551090FBBF58929CC4F5A3A7C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1654591b3041340%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8nEzzEWdSdTFRIvRi17HdwwqdUs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-731661736697429031?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f1654591b3041340&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/731661736697429031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=731661736697429031' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/731661736697429031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/731661736697429031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-thought-this-was-funny.html' title='i thought this was funny'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6093071131835038682.post-5095908141399323464</id><published>2009-02-19T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:27:18.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first things first...</title><content type='html'>...I would like to say that this blog is probably going to be more like a journal than anything. Probably wont be very interesting to read, but feel free. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6093071131835038682-5095908141399323464?l=rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/feeds/5095908141399323464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6093071131835038682&amp;postID=5095908141399323464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/5095908141399323464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6093071131835038682/posts/default/5095908141399323464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccahofheins.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-things-first.html' title='first things first...'/><author><name>Becca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309066551226717052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mj4xnDYxbng/TybkTTKEGYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lZm17cP0yBg/s220/Photo%2B540.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
