tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532799357185433432024-03-13T09:04:47.056-07:00Babbling BekaBabbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-46380640322859447912011-06-15T17:08:00.000-07:002011-06-15T17:12:26.671-07:00I wish I could walk home from work.<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZeuNxMY_5Uo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><br /><br />So, I had a great day at work to day. Then I got stuck in traffic for 2 hours on the way home. Traffic here is horrible! As I was thinking, "I wish that I could just walk home," this song came on the radio. I just laughed and cranked up the radio and sang at the top of my lungs. And after that, my horrible commute was just not as horrible.<br /><br />I hope you enjoy this as much as I did!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/362/9CEC0E2EBB8CC4287DF6CD52B30A9F0C.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; width: 88px; height: 37px;" /></a>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-73465613794662055002011-06-12T14:00:00.000-07:002011-06-12T15:04:21.870-07:00Swamp PeopleWell, if you haven't already figured it out by now, I'll go ahead and let you in on the big secret: I'm not the most avid blogger. My posts are sporadic at best. Blatantly negligent at worst. I use the same excuse for my lackluster blog performance that I do for my nonexistent exercise regiment. "I just don't have the time." Between school, work, and an attempt at a social life, how can I find a spare moment to devote to the elliptical or to my blog?<br /><br />The only problem is that this is a horrific lie. And I can't even convince myself to believe it anymore. I have no excuse not to take a minute and record "my life as it happens" as my sister (a much more avid and interesting blogger) would say. You can take a look at her blog <a href="http://alwaysprettyinpink.com/">here</a>.<br /><br />So to record my life as it happens:<br /><br />I just finished my sophomore year about a month ago. There were some good memories and some bad ones too. I had to "settle down" since I was an R.A. and taking some ridiculously hard classes, too. The crazy freshmen antics sadly have no place in your life when you're studying organic chemistry. The good news is that I finished all three of my organic classes and I still managed to hang onto my 4.0. How that happened I will never know. A lot of luck and very little sleep were the main factors, I think.<br /><br />I'm now in the great state of Louisiana, living with the "swamp people" and interning for a major chemical company. I like it here. It's hot, but right now it's hot everywhere so that's not a big deal. I live in what I consider a super swanky gated community with a roommate named Katie from Mississippi State. She's a sweetheart, but possibly a little too smart for her own good. She graduated high school a year early, so even though she is going to be starting her junior year of college next year, she is an entire year younger than me. And while I think that's amazing to get a jump start on college and the real world, I've also noticed a year can make a lot of difference maturity wise. I don't really have words to describe the difference, but I can just feel it, you know? The difference may also be that she's never lived on her own before either. She lived at home the past two years and commuted to school.<br /><br />While that may have been okay for her, I just can't imagine what my life would have been like if I had done that. Living on my own, without any parent supervision, really gave me a chance to be accountable and helped me to mature so much in a very little amount of time. I'll admit, I made my fair share of mistakes. Like eating nothing but Ben and Jerry's ice cream for dinner for a whole week. . . my mom never would have let me do that. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">haha</span>. And now, I see why, because I have gained 22 lbs in the past two years. . . But that's a different story. One that I am currently trying to rewrite the ending to. Hopefully, the next time I mention it, the ending will be: And I worked incredibly hard and lost all 22 lbs plus 5 more. And now, I am a swimsuit model.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ummmm</span>. yeah right. Like that's gonna happen.<br /><br />A girl can dream, though, right?<br /><br />Anyways, back to my life in Louisiana. It's not all fun and games. I work 40 hours a week. I battle the horrible traffic another 12 hours a week commuting back and forth. When I'm not working. though, I'm hanging out here:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpwvFZ1T-3TZiXbxlW4fwf4lU2ilc5cDnqcLGa0-IDdxwzUJnRbTMIjxGodgGgopHB_TVppKV2KPAfYC-HdJ8ukC26oaMnWHcEDmQvIDo5xIqSJrmJtNzuSwKlRsscrBMSg220cuGSyCc/s1600/The+pool.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpwvFZ1T-3TZiXbxlW4fwf4lU2ilc5cDnqcLGa0-IDdxwzUJnRbTMIjxGodgGgopHB_TVppKV2KPAfYC-HdJ8ukC26oaMnWHcEDmQvIDo5xIqSJrmJtNzuSwKlRsscrBMSg220cuGSyCc/s400/The+pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617454103252288594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><br />I told you I lived in a swanky neighborhood, right?<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>There's not a single alligator here, I swear.<br /><br />In all seriousness, though, I'm having a great time. It was really hard at first, starting from nothing. I didn't know a soul and I was 12 hours from home. But life goes on. You meet people, make friends and before you know it, your adventure will take you somewhere else. Or just back home. Which is starting to sound better and better all the time. Because if there's one thing I learned so far, it's that sometimes, you have to leave a place before you can truly appreciate what it's worth.<br /><br />Just some food for thought.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/362/9CEC0E2EBB8CC4287DF6CD52B30A9F0C.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; width: 104px; height: 43px;" /></a><br /></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-76734000564469175202011-01-17T05:39:00.000-08:002011-01-17T05:52:04.449-08:00Life Update<font-family:georgia;">So another semester of my collegiate life has come and gone and I haven't bothered to record one moment of it on this lovely blog. Basically my semester consisted of the following activities: Cal III class, working as an R.A., Engineering classes,English class, S.A.A. (I became a member of the executive board! Whoop Whoop!), and Organic chemistry, Organic chemistry, Organic chemistry.<br /><br />By the grace of God, I managed to keep my 4.0. Though, it may very well be the last semester that I can say that, seeing as I am taking Organic chemistry II and Organic lab this semester. Not to mention philosophy (professional ethics), differential equations, and my engineering classes. That brings my total hours for the semester to 15.<br /><br />The good news is that I am already a junior with 62 hours. :) Add the 15 from this semester and I'll be done before you know it!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/362/9CEC0E2EBB8CC4287DF6CD52B30A9F0C.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a></font-family:georgia;">Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-87418691966875181282010-05-16T16:16:00.000-07:002010-05-16T17:27:46.157-07:00I am in fact alive. . .<div>The beauty of blogging is that you get to share your life lessons with others. . . </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Life lesson no. 1.: NEVER under any circumstances take 19 hours with two labs.</b> I made that mistake this last semester and have been so busy traveling to Hades and back that I haven't had a life - let alone time to blog about it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Somehow I managed to get through, though, and keep my 4.0. Although, it wasn't without a lot of hard work, and even more tears. Which brings me to <b>Life lesson no. 2: Office hours are your friend. </b>Getting an A was never a problem for me until this past semester, when I faced off against the cal 2 teacher from your worst nightmare. I went to office hours, though and in the end when I was 0.003 points from an A he bumped me up even though he didn't bump up others in my class. Hurray! </div><div><br /></div><div>On that same note, <b>Life lesson no. 3: Whoever brought back the A- must be punished. </b>I hate those things with a passion, seeing as I spent the last semester skirting the A/A- border in a couple of my classes. Ex. French 223, which requires a 94 to get an A. Really, a 94?! Does that not seem unreasonably high?</div><div><br /></div><div>Enough about academics, though. Let's move on to my over-achieving extracurricular life. I was blessed enough to make it into <a href="http://alumni.utk.edu/programs/student/SAA.shtml">SAA.</a> I love the opportunity it gives me to serve past, present, and future students! I was fortunate enough to work the Billion Dollar Campaign Update luncheon and attend the dinner as well. I got to meet the Chancellor and Lelan Statom, as well as many of the generous donors that have made our great education at UT possible. :) </div><div><br /></div><div>I look forward to working more with SAA next year, as well as working as an R.A. in the best building on campus. I prefer not to disclose which building for cyber safety, but we all know who's the best. :) haha. </div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/362/9CEC0E2EBB8CC4287DF6CD52B30A9F0C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-40706747812850108332010-02-10T13:52:00.000-08:002010-02-10T14:19:01.022-08:00I have a story to tell. . .Hello all! Hope you have been well. Things are good on my front. I made it through my first round of exams and my S.A.A. interviews. The results are in on the exams, but I don't here back from S.A.A. until next week so keep you fingers crossed, kay? <div><br /></div><div>Now I have a story to tell. It's about a "friend" who is a shopaholic. Her funds are low and she just discovered the most perfect necklace in the world. The only catch is the price comes out to be around $250 when it's all said and done. I know, I know. It must be one heck of a necklace, huh? Well, judge for yourself: </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0F2n3CdCkUZaUvnmRVORYny58Ap65WXsd6k_1XfKIrUmgwdqUgsycoZSvuuGMD60bXLfvfHlwrusG4hEtFGU9t2JA4ehgvhpVqum7hZXAoryeQEeAyQzdmXKCNV0u1MtFjd2PEb9pOpmt/s1600-h/Necklace+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0F2n3CdCkUZaUvnmRVORYny58Ap65WXsd6k_1XfKIrUmgwdqUgsycoZSvuuGMD60bXLfvfHlwrusG4hEtFGU9t2JA4ehgvhpVqum7hZXAoryeQEeAyQzdmXKCNV0u1MtFjd2PEb9pOpmt/s400/Necklace+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436737616373547922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJa3dgSIRhekSfnFUfvM29FpmiJHIqey59mLAW3xru1cYBX7E4QngPVRFN91frFVdyXxNHtfsBT2u0iq2DkKWXrqpFuaGA_23pHUM_gzJe7-R-kZfnba96YyRNoHGdislgKYTJwio43Jl/s1600-h/94790_gdpk_a0.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJa3dgSIRhekSfnFUfvM29FpmiJHIqey59mLAW3xru1cYBX7E4QngPVRFN91frFVdyXxNHtfsBT2u0iq2DkKWXrqpFuaGA_23pHUM_gzJe7-R-kZfnba96YyRNoHGdislgKYTJwio43Jl/s400/94790_gdpk_a0.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436737610741276866" /></a>This overwhelmingly beautiful necklace is now available at <a href="http://coach.com/">coach.com</a>. It hurts your heart a little bit, doesn't it? <div><br /></div><div>So to afford this necklace, my "friend" needs to sell a bunch of her useless stuff. First up, her VOLtastic Coach Op Art bag. It's on the chopping block for $50, so if one of you Vols wants it let me know. :) I won't lie; it's fake, but it's a really good fake. It comes from a pet and smoke free home. I have never carried it. :( I am selling it for the same price I paid, not because I don't want it but because I want the necklace more. Here's a pic: </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNPgFpMtNgEHG9GMpfpoR0fAR8Bv_hyphenhyphene7e8Ql-eyaQPFbTo1zCHCTfczGEXtSnHdxaEOHXqA8UZw1dOypLWXvzGS9a0Jd1jTSdON4poEiVoxGjuh2SDPnvPd9yIcRYml5cKWEo2ml61KS-/s1600-h/Photo+84.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNPgFpMtNgEHG9GMpfpoR0fAR8Bv_hyphenhyphene7e8Ql-eyaQPFbTo1zCHCTfczGEXtSnHdxaEOHXqA8UZw1dOypLWXvzGS9a0Jd1jTSdON4poEiVoxGjuh2SDPnvPd9yIcRYml5cKWEo2ml61KS-/s400/Photo+84.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436739475532140226" /></a></div><div><div>I guess that's all! </div><div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/362/9CEC0E2EBB8CC4287DF6CD52B30A9F0C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. I also have a Sociology 120 book for $50, if interested. </div></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-32159365832864893032010-02-01T07:35:00.000-08:002010-02-01T08:06:57.703-08:00Better Now Than NeverIf I don't blog now, I won't get a chance for the rest of the day, so I figure that it's better now, at ten in the morning, than never. So far, my day has been an epic fail. I woke up 10 minutes after my Cal II class started, decided to go anyway. I got there and then decided that I better not walk in 30 minutes late to a 50 minute class. So, I listened to the remainder of lecture through the door, like some big creeper. The whole scene had a Goodwill Hunting vibe to it and I almost laughed myself silly. :) I'll get the notes from a friend tonight. Or should I say tomorrow since it will probably be past midnight when I get around to it? <div><br /></div><div>Really though, my Monday's just too busy. Basically, they go a little something like this: Wake up exhausted from the weekend. Start the Morning off right with math at 9 a.m. Continue with a string of constant classes until 6:30, at which time I get out of lab, grab a bite to eat, and then head to my Massey Hall Council meeting. After that, I head to my usual spot on the third floor of the library and study for the coming week. This week, I have a Chem quiz on Wed. at 8 followed by my first Cal exam at 9. I don't know how professors always manage to collaborate and put all your tests on one day. I would be impressed by their organization if I weren't so stressed about keeping my 4.0. haha. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I guess what's really stressing me out this week is my extracurricular line-up. On Tuesday, I have my next round of R.A. interviews. Basically, it's just a 45 minute orientation about the selection process, but I still need to make a good impression. Then on Wed at 5, I have my first interview for S.A.A., the most competitive organization on campus, enough said. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh well. . . at least it's the first day of a new month and I got to do one of my all time favorite things: rip last month's page off my desk calendar and tear it to shreds. Of course, I have to do this when my roommate is gone so she won't think I'm insane. haha. Really though, I find that it's a big stress reliever to get rid of last month's worries.</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess that's it. :) Hope everyone has a wonderful Monday, </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/362/9CEC0E2EBB8CC4287DF6CD52B30A9F0C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-33867790650045126662010-01-31T12:07:00.000-08:002010-01-31T12:20:21.033-08:00Consumer Warning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OjHK7M4qP6Kf9xJNsO_45wTe2s2bKzPrx8SF2h6FF9ucOmcW3aX4-Tcw8tIeBB9VIJ53zzGYXz9S11m541w2_ziW3bSdOH4OOJcWd_IYHWNiOV_PzZOoucCvwGSGqbaP68cjewA7RxET/s1600-h/purex-3-in-1-laundry-sheets.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6OjHK7M4qP6Kf9xJNsO_45wTe2s2bKzPrx8SF2h6FF9ucOmcW3aX4-Tcw8tIeBB9VIJ53zzGYXz9S11m541w2_ziW3bSdOH4OOJcWd_IYHWNiOV_PzZOoucCvwGSGqbaP68cjewA7RxET/s400/purex-3-in-1-laundry-sheets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433001386429403282" /></a><br />Sunday is laundry day and doing laundry at college always stinks. Inevitably, the dryers are broken and the washers are full. Meanwhile, you're struggling to balance an overflowing hamper, a bottle of detergent, fabric softener, and a box of dryer sheets. <div><br /><div>Honestly, there's no avoiding the first two, but supposedly there's a new product to eliminate the third: Purex's Three-in-One Laundry Sheets. So, I tried them and was amazed at how easy it was to just toss them in with the load and be done forever with detergent, softener, and dryer sheets. But. . . there's on old warning: "If it sounds to good to be true, then it probably is." </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, once again the old adage proved correct. Unfortunately, these super convenient sheets ruin all of your clothes. They spot everything and as if that wasn't bad enough they also stain all of the armpits brown. Yuck! So, I just wanted to post a consumer warning. If you're planning on using these laundry sheets, be prepared to be disappointed. </div><div><br /><div> <a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/362/9CEC0E2EBB8CC4287DF6CD52B30A9F0C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div></div></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-71040588774603985162010-01-30T14:23:00.001-08:002010-01-30T14:44:24.540-08:00Everybody was Snowball Fighting, Those Vols Were as Fast as Lightning. . .<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vqP9F6_p2yX1csUiqq0BTwukyQCJnckrIaUQ2-D9tnReSW6hHA8a1W3uSRljF3obAvK-9T1T4XrSWvMYk67zy0nA6H_bzA_C03LcUbesgKYjywMvQlFZeXCjYxc8dzK58cMHN0n_Bc1I/s1600-h/17951_1321132598387_1532970370_30790231_1054981_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9vqP9F6_p2yX1csUiqq0BTwukyQCJnckrIaUQ2-D9tnReSW6hHA8a1W3uSRljF3obAvK-9T1T4XrSWvMYk67zy0nA6H_bzA_C03LcUbesgKYjywMvQlFZeXCjYxc8dzK58cMHN0n_Bc1I/s400/17951_1321132598387_1532970370_30790231_1054981_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432664919304033586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Neyland Stadium in the Snow!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDgd1nq8C-MPx114MBJjZh1o7QBsa6Exz8Ox8YYiY3d4wluXMlnxmdY7s4aUcfL0gFkf0stkp8cOFO7Wdw2HbIzJ57Uu-V4fZSAuGUNhJ45u2XkeBGMp5h8xx5qq0BUptN6ynpxffwjzBt/s1600-h/17951_1321132558386_1532970370_30790230_6621417_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDgd1nq8C-MPx114MBJjZh1o7QBsa6Exz8Ox8YYiY3d4wluXMlnxmdY7s4aUcfL0gFkf0stkp8cOFO7Wdw2HbIzJ57Uu-V4fZSAuGUNhJ45u2XkeBGMp5h8xx5qq0BUptN6ynpxffwjzBt/s400/17951_1321132558386_1532970370_30790230_6621417_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432664911218478194" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OYOjPaV6K6H8s1VXQICLvh17WG0g1W58ex3S6F-Z7q0Mys9XUDN04xPd_002zq952piaPSRZ2KGGBAZUaeFttOzdgCKzb7jAWmyNaDJ8ZzmKG5j88rprrd_Mgo5ZC7vseUreNybzEYnI/s1600-h/17951_1321132318380_1532970370_30790224_7939445_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OYOjPaV6K6H8s1VXQICLvh17WG0g1W58ex3S6F-Z7q0Mys9XUDN04xPd_002zq952piaPSRZ2KGGBAZUaeFttOzdgCKzb7jAWmyNaDJ8ZzmKG5j88rprrd_Mgo5ZC7vseUreNybzEYnI/s400/17951_1321132318380_1532970370_30790224_7939445_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432664908354160034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFIOlKF35bipnIaTW6Vz3j_riEyJIfU_xr6-cUYTXNeMNzpnK8v_IJJ-0OufQTAcHEzWutQlPCl_PKcv3P05ekbUOCcgfY6zfqEbPg1dPzmA7BIbHu7pUEfUc1gcpZpY1SpCmLBAytFfwX/s1600-h/17951_1321132278379_1532970370_30790223_5677505_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFIOlKF35bipnIaTW6Vz3j_riEyJIfU_xr6-cUYTXNeMNzpnK8v_IJJ-0OufQTAcHEzWutQlPCl_PKcv3P05ekbUOCcgfY6zfqEbPg1dPzmA7BIbHu7pUEfUc1gcpZpY1SpCmLBAytFfwX/s400/17951_1321132278379_1532970370_30790223_5677505_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432664904714192450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Snow Buddies!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsNx_C17ARljlgOonuMn3UynfG0A8XdOsxblJKq-ApLOfzPRfUwowGyvhamt8iFEjMK7NONXfuVR18p1JHdy740YbZT-XyXmcqABkYiIQEfSVHsz4cBJpDIjlkw9lnEfca1x_jsSGv-Hs8/s1600-h/17951_1321132438383_1532970370_30790227_6230600_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsNx_C17ARljlgOonuMn3UynfG0A8XdOsxblJKq-ApLOfzPRfUwowGyvhamt8iFEjMK7NONXfuVR18p1JHdy740YbZT-XyXmcqABkYiIQEfSVHsz4cBJpDIjlkw9lnEfca1x_jsSGv-Hs8/s400/17951_1321132438383_1532970370_30790227_6230600_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432664899684684978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Take Cover! The Fight is on!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTjUMNzKx6q547uswVGcRoTjB1zqZyElE0BQvsVIDbs_jsBwO33KXAYPyPbcs3yyCuAsA1EfBWZVla7S8-D9HzvXR4er83sywxueQ4f-7R63IKlR1dDSiwyKXxon-wLDCh3ujdfy6k6tzJ/s1600-h/17951_1321132718390_1532970370_30790234_6528954_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTjUMNzKx6q547uswVGcRoTjB1zqZyElE0BQvsVIDbs_jsBwO33KXAYPyPbcs3yyCuAsA1EfBWZVla7S8-D9HzvXR4er83sywxueQ4f-7R63IKlR1dDSiwyKXxon-wLDCh3ujdfy6k6tzJ/s400/17951_1321132718390_1532970370_30790234_6528954_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432666423440349010" /></a>Snow Man in Progress. . . </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37NWHItvr9YPcoGqlTSdQi95WwW_AWvgKDsKDmt7MTzM8zJwA_4-CyIxBmRMkHIpG33LZ9NnUgDJ086PAvkpfG2APKuJSfYPR-2qRcDaimkpKBtujyOtxJB2rfQhiKFlH-cEJuZVXrcV9/s1600-h/17951_1321132678389_1532970370_30790233_2769968_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37NWHItvr9YPcoGqlTSdQi95WwW_AWvgKDsKDmt7MTzM8zJwA_4-CyIxBmRMkHIpG33LZ9NnUgDJ086PAvkpfG2APKuJSfYPR-2qRcDaimkpKBtujyOtxJB2rfQhiKFlH-cEJuZVXrcV9/s400/17951_1321132678389_1532970370_30790233_2769968_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432666418764248370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Why yes, I am acting like an 8 year-old</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>In case you haven't been following the weather in Tennessee, I'll clue you in on a miracle: We had snow! Crazy, right?! I'm not talking about a dusting, either. It was a blizzard. . . comparatively speaking. haha. </div><div><br /></div><div>And of course, the Volunteers know how to party on a Snow day. We sledded; we build snow men; we made snow angels; and we had an epic snowball fight in Presidential court at 2 in the morning. Then once we were all sufficiently chilled to the bone, we returned to our dorms and drank hot chocolate. All in all, it was the perfect Friday night. </div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/362/9CEC0E2EBB8CC4287DF6CD52B30A9F0C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-1148600047239896522010-01-29T09:39:00.000-08:002010-01-29T15:43:58.882-08:00The Life of Beka: Sparknotes EditionSo, I haven't been the most avid blogger thus far in 2010, but I figured you'd rather have the spark note version of my life anyway. haha. Here it goes: <div><br /><div>I made a lot of promises to myself about the year and have succeeded in breaking every one of them. I have eaten junk food, been a couch potato, and used shopping sprees to relieve stress. I feel like I deserved to break my last resolution, though, because I have been incredibly stressed seeing as I took on too many hours this semester despite the warnings of the older and wiser. I am now trying to balance Biology 140, Chemistry 130, Math 142 (Calculus II), and intensive French 223. That comes to a grand total of 18 hours and no social life. Meanwhile, what free time I have left is currently devoted to the application process to become an R.A. and an S.A.A. next year. </div><div><br /></div><div>To top all this off, my hypochondriac tendencies have resulted in sympathy sickness for my best friend, who just got the swine flu. So, that's my life at the moment. Cue the sad violin. haha.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/362/9CEC0E2EBB8CC4287DF6CD52B30A9F0C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-2793420695630713432009-11-30T20:08:00.000-08:002009-11-30T20:20:28.864-08:00I'm grown up. . . sort of<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuiwstrgwY-4qV7VOdCN7Ff1Y8fQByFffY6XrgC4mFWpQJmzC5sHa0sG4SvqnaOBUSqCgO2YlCH8XoPnFwr6jmNs2tS9S0pzNeyZuHVTdsdv5X4OYRQH6f5e5HS_4tQpkYvxAg-Z5cqqf/s1600/browniebatter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCuiwstrgwY-4qV7VOdCN7Ff1Y8fQByFffY6XrgC4mFWpQJmzC5sHa0sG4SvqnaOBUSqCgO2YlCH8XoPnFwr6jmNs2tS9S0pzNeyZuHVTdsdv5X4OYRQH6f5e5HS_4tQpkYvxAg-Z5cqqf/s400/browniebatter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410116950903616482" /></a><br />Growth is not consistent; growth comes in spurts. And today, I had a growth spurt. Today, I feel older than I did yesterday, not because I am almost finished with my first semester of college but because I cooked. I went to the store, bought the ingredients and cooked brownies for my friends. It's amazing how little things like that can make you feel so grown up. I guess it is just the fact that I made a decision and carried it out all on my own. I used my own eggs and oil and pans. I am an adult now and it freaks me out a little bit. The best I can do is remember that I am not quite as old as I think, because I still licked the spoon like a little girl when I finished mixing my brownies. :) <div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/362/9CEC0E2EBB8CC4287DF6CD52B30A9F0C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-59110751579942995482009-11-25T07:33:00.000-08:002009-11-25T07:52:36.542-08:00No More Mr. Nice Spy<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tm8mGihhLHo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tm8mGihhLHo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />I just wanted to share a promo for my one and only "story." I love Chuck. The show is well written. It's funny, romantic, and action packed. It comes on again January 10th, so be ready. :) <div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/362/9CEC0E2EBB8CC4287DF6CD52B30A9F0C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-61350331092171956642009-11-24T19:14:00.000-08:002009-11-24T20:12:25.163-08:00New LookLet's face it, I have been in something of a blogging slump. And you know what cures a blogging slump? A blog facelift!<div><br />So, there you have it; my blog has a new look. Now I want to share a few tips.<br /><br />1.) Use smilebox to get some free digital scrapbook pages. It is such a cool program. I used it to make my new header. If you're interested, just click <a href="http://smilebox.com/">here</a> to visit their site.<br /><br />2.) Insert your own personalized signature at the end of each post. They are really cute and give your blog a unique feel. I made several before settling on the one on the bottom of this post. To make your own, click <a href="http://mylivesignature.com/">here</a>. Once you get the HTML code, go under Settings > Formatting > Post Format. Then, it will be added automatically to all of your new posts.<br /><br />3.) Get a fee version of photoshop. Alright, that one was too good to be true, but you can get almost the exact same program under a different name: Gimp. If you don't have photoshop, you should definitely look into trying out gimp. It's free! What harm could it do? Just click <a href="http://gimp.org/">here</a> to visit their site.<br /><br />4.) Insert a post separator like mine with the birds. It can give any blog a little pizzaz! To learn how, click <a href="http://www.allblogtools.com/tricks-and-hacks/add-a-post-divider-separator-between-blogger-blogspot-posts/">here</a>. I chose to use my own separator image, but they have some on their site to choose from as well.<br /><br />5.) Add a "Recent Comments" widget on the side of your blog. Why? Because it supposedly increases comments by 70%, and let's face it we all love comments! I named mine "The Buzz" in an attempt at originality. haha. To get yours, click <a href="http://www.bloggerbuster.com/2007/08/create-your-oen-recent-comments-widgets.html">here</a>.<br /><br />Well, I guess that's all the tips I have for now. Happy Holidays Everyone!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/362/9CEC0E2EBB8CC4287DF6CD52B30A9F0C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-36395908580495148152009-11-23T16:42:00.000-08:002009-11-24T18:38:15.649-08:00Goodbye Eric Berry!So, I have officially made it through my first season of Tennessee Football. We won our last home game on Saturday against Vanderbilt. :) The saddest part about saying goodbye to the 2009 season was knowing that next year Eric Berry won't be here. In case you don't know much about SEC football, let me clue you in on a little something: Eric Berry is UT's Hero. We love him and will miss him next year when he heads off to the NFL. As a last tribute on my blog, I am including a music video about him. <div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hr2MOiEnnF8&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hr2MOiEnnF8&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><br />Goodbye Eric! You will be missed! <br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/361/143B608D4A75364ECC5364704811E7E0.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-41417867643984688122009-11-23T12:24:00.000-08:002009-11-23T13:59:47.320-08:00So, I'm back. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmI4sE-QUvSJU6NM6ELWD23H3acupuhYEaMESQa94-K8kQ7Yga8ya7xEpC0ezg-ZS-kVT1Ec9pD_BAfW6FejJtec-YPh_UnuZL9CsybmOP1FNaueDAJX24OIFQ_nxA_RXIKJEAaKOOSf-/s1600/Farmville+.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijmI4sE-QUvSJU6NM6ELWD23H3acupuhYEaMESQa94-K8kQ7Yga8ya7xEpC0ezg-ZS-kVT1Ec9pD_BAfW6FejJtec-YPh_UnuZL9CsybmOP1FNaueDAJX24OIFQ_nxA_RXIKJEAaKOOSf-/s400/Farmville+.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407401244154976578" /></a><div><div><br /></div>Hello Everyone! <div><br /></div><div>It's been quite a while since I have posted anything. I would like to blame it on stress or school or work or maybe a teeming social calendar. . . but sadly I cannot. I must admit to the world that the reason I have neglected to record my life is that I have been swept up in obsession. With one word, you may all lose any respect you had for me: Farmville. I know, I know. Right now you are probably thinking one of two things: 1.) Really, she has time for those lame facebook games? or 2.) AWESOME! Can we be neighbors? </div><div><br /></div><div>If you are of the later persausion, feel free to friend request me and join my farming community. If you are of the former mindset, however, I can't blame you for your doubt. I'll admit that I too was once a nonbeliever. Then, I got tired of ignoring the requests and I joined "just to see what it was all about." Let me tell you. . . It is ADDICTING. I am now a level 25, just counting the days until I can become a level 26 and get my farmhouse. haha. Pathetic, but I am not ashamed. </div><div><br /></div><div>Because, you see. . . Farmville is a fantastic stress releiver. You get to control your entire world for just a little while: what crops you plant, how your organize your land, where you put your trees. All of it is important and you are the only one that can control it. Plus, by looking at how other people play, you can truly get into their head and get to know them. By looking at someone's farm you can tell how organized they are, how motivated they are, how artistic they are, etc. I ate to sound shallow, but I think I have started judging people based on how cute their farm is. haha. </div><div><br /></div><div>Some of my friends, however, seem to have mixed feelings about my obsession. Most of them have joined. Others say things like, "The only way I would play farmville is if I could put money into the game to pay for a drought on your farm." I don't blame them for not understanding, though. I just go on with my life. . . on the farm and off. </div><div><br /></div><div>Love B</div><div><br /></div></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-53486398238959903862009-10-23T10:33:00.000-07:002009-10-24T13:22:49.437-07:00Grieving is OverSo, I didn't get the position as a UT blogger and needless to say I've been pretty bummed. For a while, I decided to just give up blogging in general, but I realized that even if UT doesn't care what I have to say someone out there does. I mean, I have 10 followers. . . even if one of them is my mom. haha. Plus, not to get mushy or anything, but blogging is about more than just followers. Blogging makes my life better. My joys are sweeter when I get the chance to share them with others and my trials are easier when I know someone else can learn from them too. So take that UT Bloggers!<div><br /></div><div><div>Anyways, I am now back and firing on all burners. I am very excited to announce that I have changed my major and I am now part of the very small percent of women in the chemical engineering program. For now, I am also still doing the whole pre-med thing, but in case that route doesn't work out the way I plan, I'll always have an engineering degree to back it up. With my history of fainting spells as a clinical intern . . . I'm thinking this back-up plan is a good idea. </div><div><br /></div><div>My major change has also led me to question some other decisions in my life, like study abroad. I am currently studying French as one of my general education requirements and I have always wanted to study abroad in France. Sadly, there are no chemical engineering exchange programs in Paris, but there is one offered in Nice, which is in the French Riviera. I am pretty sure that it may be one of the most beautiful places on earth. In case you don't believe me, I am enclosing a picture below: </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtVc8DZ0qQp9FG-sUabHyT1828jLbqpfgs30Tgui4lRveOaMheT_xbbgJbJ79dlfO4SDPGE92u9BatgDLlqLFnMOt8LyI1v5CPlK4ylZeGzo4yUeH_fICQJE0u8hsFOgUPvq1GutSKuCY-/s1600-h/NCxNC-Mode~ratio-BG~-Root~-ScaleUp~1.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtVc8DZ0qQp9FG-sUabHyT1828jLbqpfgs30Tgui4lRveOaMheT_xbbgJbJ79dlfO4SDPGE92u9BatgDLlqLFnMOt8LyI1v5CPlK4ylZeGzo4yUeH_fICQJE0u8hsFOgUPvq1GutSKuCY-/s400/NCxNC-Mode~ratio-BG~-Root~-ScaleUp~1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395853007495205266" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Other than that, I'm just trying to get through one day at a time. My main concern at this moment is where to get a CHEAP, MODEST, and CUTE Halloween costume. I had planned on being a cowgirl, because I already had all of the stuff. Then, I had to loan my stuff to my younger sister back in Mt. Juliet for a country western dance she was going to. This leaves me with no costume and back at square one. My other considerations are: a pirate, a witch, or an M&M. As you can see from my last pirate costume for a school skit, I was anything but cute. haha. Isn't the fake mustache the best?! </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOCI18OYFKCfO6mXymM2uH90DZuBfNy4OZJJF-yB2x7UxnSQr8yOsFOrrndvRJDLNk_3S-zbIAfRcF6ufnwi0GyJ792uckT907O_Acp44aBXBw3ZI8hQRTOe2neYb5hyphenhyphen8Btba2Y1O8vK6J/s1600-h/n1630870090_105289_8902.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOCI18OYFKCfO6mXymM2uH90DZuBfNy4OZJJF-yB2x7UxnSQr8yOsFOrrndvRJDLNk_3S-zbIAfRcF6ufnwi0GyJ792uckT907O_Acp44aBXBw3ZI8hQRTOe2neYb5hyphenhyphen8Btba2Y1O8vK6J/s400/n1630870090_105289_8902.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395856788506229378" /></a><br />Anyways, I think I could probably make a cute M&M costume like the one in the picture below that I saw from Party city, but i just don't know when I'll have time to make it. . .<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVxAe9mKH3skB08VyRrR68540KGZVVuEDq0LnwNJ9K4gff-e7w5zVxJR7J56GWbh7K5sFb0ht58i_RanYgJYoEjcUgZQOqRUyRTxzizbf8whHJS4hFRTlTK35fGHK4eqjdXlR-hB6Z1-R/s1600-h/321607_dt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpVxAe9mKH3skB08VyRrR68540KGZVVuEDq0LnwNJ9K4gff-e7w5zVxJR7J56GWbh7K5sFb0ht58i_RanYgJYoEjcUgZQOqRUyRTxzizbf8whHJS4hFRTlTK35fGHK4eqjdXlR-hB6Z1-R/s400/321607_dt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395863473395751314" /></a>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-1017262396041708822009-10-11T16:47:00.000-07:002009-10-11T17:17:34.160-07:00Best Game Ever!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAoHGnVYDUrw-cbEGY4XPeZBB05iCeyXSShgwfZ7d7OUmMWa9MV97VOEiwOeb-oHRdVhATS6fkTbv-CSFfdC1uFWeU5vPth5M1gN_V-8eKEF1r7R0JSI9DU8epO3ytJd83PwMoFHW4t258/s1600-h/Snapshot+2009-10-11+20-14-18.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAoHGnVYDUrw-cbEGY4XPeZBB05iCeyXSShgwfZ7d7OUmMWa9MV97VOEiwOeb-oHRdVhATS6fkTbv-CSFfdC1uFWeU5vPth5M1gN_V-8eKEF1r7R0JSI9DU8epO3ytJd83PwMoFHW4t258/s400/Snapshot+2009-10-11+20-14-18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391500696995041138" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'm guessing if you are any kind of sports fan, you've already heard about the huge upset in Neyland Stadium yesterday. You know. . . when Tennessee raped Georgia. I shouldn't rub salt in the wound, but I can't help but write about the BEST FOOTBALL GAME EVER! </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I almost didn't even go to the game, because I thought we were going to get slaughtered. What kind of fan would I be, though, if I didn't tough it out with my team through thick and thin?! So I went and my seat was awesome. Section F. Row 19. Right on the 20 yard line, where every big play of the game happened. I swear I could feel Eric Berry's sweat. haha. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">At first, I could only hope that we would put up a decent fight, but as the game went on and I saw we actually had a quarterback I started to hope. All thet hoping must have paid off, because we won: 45-19. I am honestly proud to be a Vol after that game. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Plus, the Pride of the Southland band did the circle drill! Definitely the coolest marching band I've ever seen. If you've never seen it, I suggest clicking </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpUGl9l4JvU"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> to watch the youtube video. While it's awesome online, it's even better in person. Anyway if you're interested in reading more about the game, click </span><a href="http://www.utsports.com/sports/m-footbl/recaps/101009aaa.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">. :)</span></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-30381347587943636642009-10-05T21:04:00.000-07:002009-10-05T21:22:36.222-07:00"This May Qualify as the Most Random Interview Ever"<div>"This may qualify as the most random interview ever." - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Leigh Shoemaker, UTK Web Designer, Creative Communications</span></div><div><br /></div>Today I had an interview with the technology directors, etc. in the office of admissions, because. . . I'm applying to be a blogger for UT. Isn't that fun? I sent in an application and sample blog a while ago, and I made it through to the interview stage. They went through around 100 sample blogs and narrowed it down to their favorite 14. They seemed to really like me. I mean, during the interview, they quoted my own blog back to me and told me how much they all laughed when reading it. That's a good sign, right? I'm trying not to get my hopes after the whole freshman council thing, but it's hard because this is something I want really, really bad. Oh well, all I can do now is wait and hope and eat chocolate. Because chocolate always makes everything better, right?Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-4464550352188478452009-10-04T16:07:00.000-07:002009-10-04T16:40:25.586-07:00Where did the Weekend Go?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">With the days getting shorter and oh so, so much colder, it seems like I am not getting much accomplished anymore. I studied all night Thursday for my French test and my first Sociology exam, which I made a 100 on! My Friday night was devoted entirely to eating. Jake, Rachel, and I went to Macaroni Grill for dinner. The waiter spent most of the time hitting on Rachel while I ate my lasagna. haha. Sometimes it stinks to have hot friends. He did give us free cake for </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Rachel's birthday, </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">which is in April. . . </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Saturday, the weather was PERFECT. I went running for around 2 hours off and on, taking breaks on benches around campus when I couldn't breathe anymore. I discovered that if I start sprinting at the top of pedestrian walkway, I can pick up enough speed to run up all 95 steps to the top of the hill. I did that a few times until I almost got hit by a car crossing Volunteer Blvd. I decided then that I had probably ran long enough. . . so Morgan and I went to Target to stock up on essentials. On our way back, we went to eat at Captain D's, where I discovered that it's weird to eat cheese sticks with honey mustard. Morgan is the first person to ever tell me this, but it's too late for me to change my ways now. . . </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Saturday night, we went to the Valarium to celebrate our losses. As it turns out, it's not a great place to go without a date. It was just super awkward, because none of us could dance with each other since we're friends and that would be weird. So, we danced alone while all the couples around us put on the major grind. . . It was basically a bust. To top it off, on the way back a car in the parking lot ran over a water bottle and it busted, essentially spraying its entire contents all over me. I was soaking wet and tired and mad that I wasted 10 bucks. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So, that was my weekend. Sunday isn't really worth mentioning since all I've done is sleep and study. </span></div></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-66081635864084546652009-09-30T17:57:00.000-07:002009-09-30T18:14:22.495-07:00It's Midterm Time in Tennessee!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I finished reading </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The Host, </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and while I hate to see a good book end, it's really time for me to quit reading and start studying. Because. . . it's MIDTERM <i>time</i> in </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>Tennessee</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">! </span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I already had my bio midterm and it was killer. :/ My professor, Dr. Reichert is an absolute genius. . . but she doesn't really explain things well to those of us who aren't. Her exam had 25 conceptual based questions, no facts just abstract application. Anyways, I made an 84, but there is suppose to be a big curve according to her previous students. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Other than that I am trying to study for my chemistry, french, and sociology midterms. I have chemistry and french covered, but sociology is worrying me. It, the final, and one other exam are the only grades in the course, and it doesn't look promising. My professor said he took the exam himself yesterday and got a 50%. Yeah, I'm terrified!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Once this week is over, however, I can relax and enjoy Tennessee beat Auburn silly! Mah-ha-ha. Let the evil laugh begin. : ) </span></div></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-51284325208327419332009-09-28T07:08:00.000-07:002009-09-28T19:50:33.720-07:00I'm Hooked<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFUHeVHT_4fRNUAOCxXmSk7aUefVGZAJGW8CU64LbPmb2xnPZ6f2gAUElp6zNJYOacEWZZVkmdnaYQHrW6svDKToWaTrwGKomZ3e8WchGqYDv6-J5m_tjPlHIH8jEX1xEmx-bAoFBajfHX/s1600-h/dewtn8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFUHeVHT_4fRNUAOCxXmSk7aUefVGZAJGW8CU64LbPmb2xnPZ6f2gAUElp6zNJYOacEWZZVkmdnaYQHrW6svDKToWaTrwGKomZ3e8WchGqYDv6-J5m_tjPlHIH8jEX1xEmx-bAoFBajfHX/s400/dewtn8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386522802791312898" /></a><br />With midterms coming up, I really should be studying, however, to distract myself from this stressful event, I've come up with an alternative: READING. Since our library's leisure reading collection is fairly limited, I only had a few choices, one of which was Stephanie Meyer's <i>The Host. </i>Though it didn't seem to be my type of book, my love for<i> Twilight </i>eventually won out and I chose<i> The Host </i>as my latest distraction. Well, I'm hooked. Not to be blasphemous, but I think it may be better than<i> Twilight. </i>It's packed full of suspense and you honestly get inside of the character's head. . . I honestly can't wait to find out what happens next. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Plus, it too will soon be on the silver screen</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">P</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(207, 207, 207); line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">roducers Nick Wechsler, Steve and Paula Schawrtz have acquired the screen rights to the novel, and Andrew Niccol will write the script and direct. </span></span></span></span>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-17353109486189415742009-09-23T13:18:00.000-07:002009-09-28T07:20:01.864-07:00Evolution of Beauty<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4TV_Avo4zg&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4TV_Avo4zg&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />So, I saw this video on <a href="http://mysweetandsouthernlife.blogspot.com/">Sweet, Sassy, Southern, and Classy</a>'s blog and I was shocked at how clearly it displays the distortion of "beauty". I am proudly joining Dove's Campaign for Real Beauty, because I think it is about time we all celebrated our individuality and stopped attempting to conform to this media monster.Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-13425599686431633572009-09-23T08:00:00.001-07:002009-09-23T08:01:03.086-07:0011 Signs You are in LoveI got this in an email forward, but I thought it was really cute. : ) <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; ">ELEVEN You walk really slow when you're with them.<br /><br />TEN: You feel shy whenever they're around.<br /><br />NINE: You smile when you hear their voice.<br /><br />EIGHT: When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you, you just see them.<br /><br />SIX: They're all you think about.<br /><br />FIVE: You realize you're always smiling when you're looking at them.<br /><br />FOUR:You would do anything for them, just to see them.<br /><br />THREE: While reading this, there was one person on your mind this whole time.<br /><br />TWO: You were so busy thinking about that person, you didn't notice number seven was missing<br /><br />ONE: You just scrolled up to check & are now silently laughing at yourself.</span></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-36080096024317717652009-09-21T10:40:00.000-07:002009-09-28T07:20:25.514-07:00Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk5VDzMNJ0Pp5TuDWRTrf9XxFF5dATNPIEVy0vzaXyEq4p-yeiG9eu8KVHHQEaj1MzF3ZIkWbyglyQ2SXE3q6QzaMX8NB_cEw0DFMCyKgJxH527HPeSv4RYzRB7HU_mlzLFypD2MwD57bR/s1600-h/9928_1181321862506_1511970225_30828542_938068_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk5VDzMNJ0Pp5TuDWRTrf9XxFF5dATNPIEVy0vzaXyEq4p-yeiG9eu8KVHHQEaj1MzF3ZIkWbyglyQ2SXE3q6QzaMX8NB_cEw0DFMCyKgJxH527HPeSv4RYzRB7HU_mlzLFypD2MwD57bR/s400/9928_1181321862506_1511970225_30828542_938068_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384027320646046274" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMg7GQR-R7dwxEoEUm378g8v7DQ0K0pXIDHTMNXc8XBLxVLRrcdhIZHqvRBz4qW5mkYfpJg1Zc8hOvZ08PQyvGm_LCGCamT4TugdeWnQ6kGGHJZaY2GFWEFw08rFhq4x4_tCMtB5sq35Gu/s1600-h/9928_1181321662501_1511970225_30828541_5012711_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMg7GQR-R7dwxEoEUm378g8v7DQ0K0pXIDHTMNXc8XBLxVLRrcdhIZHqvRBz4qW5mkYfpJg1Zc8hOvZ08PQyvGm_LCGCamT4TugdeWnQ6kGGHJZaY2GFWEFw08rFhq4x4_tCMtB5sq35Gu/s400/9928_1181321662501_1511970225_30828541_5012711_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384026965755838242" /></a><br />It has been raining here in Knoxville for about two weeks and according to my small-talk source in the elevator it is predicted to continue raining for the next 11 days. It seems to me that this is the perfect weather for vampires, which in itself is very scary, but even more frightening yet, it is the perfect weather for horrible hair days. I personally have taken to wearing a hat like the one in my profile photo, but other than that my hair has become untamable. The last day it looked good was September 13th as demonstrated in the pictures to my trip to the library above. Try to ignore the bad angle on the second photo. . . or is that the freshmen 15? Either way try to focus on my hair and not my chipmunk cheeks. : )Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-41403928277656948642009-09-14T12:04:00.000-07:002009-09-14T12:25:50.996-07:00This Week at UT. . .<div style="text-align: center;">MONDAY: </div><div>Sept. 14th. (tonight) Spike Lee will be coming to the BCC to speak as a "Living Ledgend" at 7 p.m. </div><div style="text-align: center;">TUESDAY:</div><div><div>2. Today and Tomorrow, Disney will be interviewing for paid interns this summer at the UC. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">WEDNESDAY:</div><div>3. There is a blood drive going on around campus as a competition against Florida State. Be sure and drop by the UC or the various Bloodmobiles around campus to donate. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">THURSDAY:</div><div>4. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, -webkit-fantasy; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">Volunteer Fair in the UC Ballroom on Thursday from 11-2. Many organizations will be on hand to discuss volunteer activities, including the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, fantasy; ">American Red Cross, Big Brothers Big Sisters of East Tennessee, Teach for America, the Peace Corps, and Team VOLS. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">FRIDAY: </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">Give SGA your input on bands for this year's Volapalooza, by voting online at <a href="http://studentvoice.com/tenn/volapalooza">http://sudentvoice.com/tenn/volapalooza</a>. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">SATURDAY: </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">6. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, fantasy; ">Restoring the Streets will be working with "Keep Knoxville Beautiful" this Saturday, Sept. 19, cleaning the streets of Knoxville. If you would like to participate, please meet in front of the Black Cultural Center at 8:15 a.m. on the 19th. The group will work from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. Please wear tennis shoes and jeans that you do not mind getting dirty. Documentation for your service hours can be given. Questions? E-mail elipsey@utk.edu</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, fantasy; font-size: small; ">.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, -webkit-fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653279935718543343.post-83576427787029141142009-09-13T22:31:00.000-07:002009-09-14T10:26:01.041-07:00Cutest Pink Dorm Room known to Man!So, I want to brag on my awesome dorm room, but picture's are worth a thousand worth a thousand words so I'm posting them instead. : )<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibBcK7Uao2ij7zjrwW7Xbs1D-Mzf5ylYrbdA7GjayhFpdJMbYVHrznweRHxdABgYCobvsR_BLiTbxHiRykE1SdYsbEt1MYFQ11vkbmKO7Zay92BX-3HxnQXRKyMX2-HPyre8Oi3NfyzmF/s1600-h/DSC04051.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgibBcK7Uao2ij7zjrwW7Xbs1D-Mzf5ylYrbdA7GjayhFpdJMbYVHrznweRHxdABgYCobvsR_BLiTbxHiRykE1SdYsbEt1MYFQ11vkbmKO7Zay92BX-3HxnQXRKyMX2-HPyre8Oi3NfyzmF/s400/DSC04051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381193342478775442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My awesome vanity! Isn't Massey the cutest!?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1JY6DqTw08TsAFetiQVruXlDtoohyZ6jyusk_wYcy13r56wHZpzBFEYZp2vn8brGNSpI44664SFzRHGVPt1DhhvewTlAlrzFgOJ71KgnUA-FYG8DVp8rgrn8xuusBh4EIdjLUAJ2pK9R/s1600-h/DSC04050.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1JY6DqTw08TsAFetiQVruXlDtoohyZ6jyusk_wYcy13r56wHZpzBFEYZp2vn8brGNSpI44664SFzRHGVPt1DhhvewTlAlrzFgOJ71KgnUA-FYG8DVp8rgrn8xuusBh4EIdjLUAJ2pK9R/s1600-h/DSC04050.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM1JY6DqTw08TsAFetiQVruXlDtoohyZ6jyusk_wYcy13r56wHZpzBFEYZp2vn8brGNSpI44664SFzRHGVPt1DhhvewTlAlrzFgOJ71KgnUA-FYG8DVp8rgrn8xuusBh4EIdjLUAJ2pK9R/s400/DSC04050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381193333930714466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The wall art I made myself. ModPodge is my hero. : ) </div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicihqpA02Cg6sWmvhVPgeWtKGTM4RvE0evRJCruH4I-2x0erutETnafDtNCqJDMuG4MoHpsgsiWRuOXAt45wPec19KLefNMZy_LF18nVSaHR0Y47a260QeOcCvyxmMPPRC05sofBsKiU5F/s1600-h/DSC04049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicihqpA02Cg6sWmvhVPgeWtKGTM4RvE0evRJCruH4I-2x0erutETnafDtNCqJDMuG4MoHpsgsiWRuOXAt45wPec19KLefNMZy_LF18nVSaHR0Y47a260QeOcCvyxmMPPRC05sofBsKiU5F/s400/DSC04049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381193331074943330" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Full length view. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcxRZSX7a0N0fnOvhkTAsUfiv44b8sLQzpAQpqXcm_psZkoQubp8iSQEent897RO21aKjqOGzYBhbC433RYzncuNV53VOjdC1x7U9iS8JuRT2uo7lau08PpyIfDvRtdzuIdP5MULIts1n/s1600-h/DSC04048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcxRZSX7a0N0fnOvhkTAsUfiv44b8sLQzpAQpqXcm_psZkoQubp8iSQEent897RO21aKjqOGzYBhbC433RYzncuNV53VOjdC1x7U9iS8JuRT2uo7lau08PpyIfDvRtdzuIdP5MULIts1n/s400/DSC04048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381193310127836066" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">This one is my favorite. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVrwgCc73wmrOO8wY_pXrJHpakJGJlPUvogPx2vuqKC65TPvCEVnVeZXYRFKvfijy3u0psM1mUVUJva_Ni-S8EP1yPyiGZPzEvpNGdbyvPn51uHtv18tDIw2f1VzmSrXCAWbFrSowEliK/s1600-h/DSC04055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjVrwgCc73wmrOO8wY_pXrJHpakJGJlPUvogPx2vuqKC65TPvCEVnVeZXYRFKvfijy3u0psM1mUVUJva_Ni-S8EP1yPyiGZPzEvpNGdbyvPn51uHtv18tDIw2f1VzmSrXCAWbFrSowEliK/s400/DSC04055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381192150494053122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The top shelf is holding $750 worth of texbooks! Pretty skimpy, huh?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Babbling Bekahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10258928530895043376noreply@blogger.com1