<?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-6493261541595802598</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:58:40.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BDGsblog</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi, my name is Britni. I'm a pretty average person. No ones a stranger here, so feel free to comment anytime.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-4243933826119750405</id><published>2009-03-01T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:26:41.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA</title><content type='html'>L.A., California! Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Sas0f2aEjxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/yibE83fkw_Y/s1600-h/Photo_022109_026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Sas0f2aEjxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/yibE83fkw_Y/s320/Photo_022109_026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308394307571715858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Sas0YHzEM3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/RtYcV_VKwUg/s1600-h/Photo_022109_024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Sas0YHzEM3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/RtYcV_VKwUg/s320/Photo_022109_024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308394174800999282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foot/hand prints of the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Sas0JimOoxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/C-WtTL32LOU/s1600-h/Photo_022109_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Sas0JimOoxI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/C-WtTL32LOU/s320/Photo_022109_022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393924296876818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Sasz6BC0IAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gFE51h4qJEU/s1600-h/Photo_022109_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Sasz6BC0IAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gFE51h4qJEU/s320/Photo_022109_021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393657591930882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me w/ my boba tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SaszkqqNWmI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BZr3CKsivGg/s1600-h/Photo_022109_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SaszkqqNWmI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BZr3CKsivGg/s320/Photo_022109_013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393290805893730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the red carpet ...Oscars were the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SaszXsp8rAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tTRe5prNOT8/s1600-h/Photo_022109_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SaszXsp8rAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tTRe5prNOT8/s320/Photo_022109_009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308393068003372034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SaszAlwDmRI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xepoCujDId0/s1600-h/Photo_021409_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SaszAlwDmRI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/xepoCujDId0/s320/Photo_021409_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308392671012952338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Sasyuu3gZ1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/pfaxBlv3qwg/s1600-h/Photo_011709_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Sasyuu3gZ1I/AAAAAAAAAXA/pfaxBlv3qwg/s320/Photo_011709_006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308392364222474066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painting on the ceiling at the observatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Sas1ZA3trlI/AAAAAAAAAYw/QSaal4jg_O8/s1600-h/Photo_011709_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Sas1ZA3trlI/AAAAAAAAAYw/QSaal4jg_O8/s320/Photo_011709_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308395289632943698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giffith Observatory overlooking LA city&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-4243933826119750405?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4243933826119750405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=4243933826119750405' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4243933826119750405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4243933826119750405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/la.html' title='LA'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Sas0f2aEjxI/AAAAAAAAAYo/yibE83fkw_Y/s72-c/Photo_022109_026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-4375504199325590886</id><published>2009-02-01T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:05:11.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the beat goes on...</title><content type='html'>Britni moved to Glendale and is working at Glendale Adventist Medical Center as a student OT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first practicum I actually, really like...a lot! Here's a typical day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, and I work in acute therapy for patients that just got out of orthopedic surgery (most of the time. Sometimes I get called to spinal injury, neuro, and critical care units).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:50am- walk to work&lt;br /&gt;8:00am- arrive and set patient schedule&lt;br /&gt;8:30am-start to see patients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I LOVE this part of my day, because of the interaction I get with patients. I look at a patient, see their deficits and realize that they're human. Each of them are created unique and have different emotional and physical needs. God puts me there as a "temporary facilitator" for those needs. I go into a room, talk to a patient...smile...listen...sometimes lay a hand on their hand..and very quickly the bond is built and wipe their sad face with a damp washcloth. Let me tell you, the first time I did that for an 83 yr old man who spoke a different language...it didn't matter what treatment I had planned for him or that he didn't want to participate...he just smiled through all his pain. I knew that the number of unspoken words that were said couldn't say express the way we felt at that moment. The action said it all. God is so good to give me the opportunity to serve others. THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;12:00am- I see patients until lunch time. Yummy! I work with some awesome fun people. They talk to me and humor my mistakes, give me advice, and love me for me.&lt;br /&gt;1pm-3:30pm- More fun patients and correcting of mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;3:30pm-5pm- Charting and critique from instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I don't think I'm good at change. Someone told me once that the only thing we can be certain of is change and we have no choice but to accept it gracefully. I'm still working on the graceful part. haha...Well, in the past month I've moved, the learning curve at work is really difficult, I don't have many friends out here (thank you to Victor and Kwasi. They brighten my week), and my car is totally broken. I've declared it a lemon. Pitiful-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh- God is still good though. He puts change in front of my face to change me and keep me out of trouble. He's brought me friends slowly and has helped me absorb all the new information at work. And there's no doubt He'll fix my car. Keep looking up guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a good week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-4375504199325590886?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4375504199325590886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=4375504199325590886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4375504199325590886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4375504199325590886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-beat-goes-on.html' title='And the beat goes on...'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-1303690465246996346</id><published>2008-12-23T16:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T18:12:13.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA?</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! School is finally done and I'm home (Texas) for the holidays. A lot has been happening...to catch everyone up I'll start with school. This quarter was the hardest yet, but I made the best grades I've ever made. The business class I was taking was my least favorite, however I probably made the best grade. The final business plan was presented by my team and I was commended for going the extra mile, by the "business people" of the university. My favorite class was a hands on splinting class. Many occupational therapists go on to get their physical agent modalities (PAM) certification. This is so that they can go on to further their education in hand therapy. In this class I learned how to use materials and different types of fabric to splint hand deformities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time with one of my best friends, Joy. She has been living at home this quarter in&lt;br /&gt;Glendale, CA. Her boyfriend c&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGSkpHH20I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ma-iadZ2QPc/s1600-h/Joy+and+da+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGSkpHH20I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ma-iadZ2QPc/s320/Joy+and+da+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283164996090977090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ame down from Michigan to visit and her little cousin was here also. So here's some pictures of us at the beach :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGWcVA4kQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/JTNsJG_wynU/s1600-h/joy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGWcVA4kQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/JTNsJG_wynU/s320/joy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283169251303657730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGV-TyKU-I/AAAAAAAAAV4/YzmXxsTaT1o/s1600-h/joy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGV-TyKU-I/AAAAAAAAAV4/YzmXxsTaT1o/s320/joy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283168735577396194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGWIrmRq-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Uy8MCiW31n0/s1600-h/joy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGWIrmRq-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Uy8MCiW31n0/s320/joy4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283168913768688610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as running goes the Loma Linda Lopers asked me&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGT7TRK_AI/AAAAAAAAAVY/7EvyCGORHwU/s1600-h/loper+video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGT7TRK_AI/AAAAAAAAAVY/7EvyCGORHwU/s320/loper+video.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283166484876164098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to be in a commercial for them to promote the running clu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGUftmkG3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WEYMpeDK-VQ/s1600-h/lopers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGUftmkG3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WEYMpeDK-VQ/s320/lopers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283167110420503410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;b. Even though I am not an "official" member of the club this year they still let me run with them on occasion and be in commercials. ha! Although I don't run with the club all the time, Art and I are always meeting up to run. I did the 15K (9.3 miles) Holiday Classic race at an 8:40min/mile running pace. Finished in just over an hour! It was a great race :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGWyzilMAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VPtIDz_ALK8/s1600-h/11-19-08+loper+v+023+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGWyzilMAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VPtIDz_ALK8/s320/11-19-08+loper+v+023+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283169637455179778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGXTS_LnKI/AAAAAAAAAWY/tQqQtI9iW-8/s1600-h/11-19-08+loper+v+017+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGXTS_LnKI/AAAAAAAAAWY/tQqQtI9iW-8/s320/11-19-08+loper+v+017+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283170195652451490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents bought a new Shar Pei puppy for my younger sister just before Thanksgiving. As you all know we had to put our last one down this summer.  My sister wanted one so bad, so I guess her Christmas present came a little early. It took us 4 weeks to agree on an name, but we've decided Hoover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGZreFUn7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/TQ1D9UT4F8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGZreFUn7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/TQ1D9UT4F8Q/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283172809971113906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm home I don't know what to do with myself. I'm so used to going at a fast pace, it's like I don't know how to slow down. I've kept busy learning to cook and bake different types of foods/desserts. It's been a lot of fun. I've baked sweet desserts for neighbors and friends. Also, my sister and I have been making cards. Breanne (sister) is very good and has been teaching me how to do different things to make the cards look good. Sean and Barbara have inspired me to broaden my art scope. Thanks guys! I've also dusted off my old Saxophone. I'm playing at church on sabbath...should be really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGZSPO8fnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/zzkvDnkmiZM/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGZSPO8fnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/zzkvDnkmiZM/s320/IMG_0226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283172376488214130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas will be spend with my two aunts, uncles, and grandparents in East Texas. I pray that all you have a wonderful Christmas too! May God Bless you in the New year with peace, good health, and lasting friendships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-1303690465246996346?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1303690465246996346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=1303690465246996346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1303690465246996346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1303690465246996346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/mia.html' title='MIA?'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SVGSkpHH20I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ma-iadZ2QPc/s72-c/Joy+and+da+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-5734151863958780648</id><published>2008-11-02T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:18:31.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible verses</title><content type='html'>Hey guys...I'm struggling right now and I just need you to post your favorite "pick-me-up" Bible verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want God to give me wisdom to do what's best for me. The reason I ask you to give me your favorite verse is because so many times I feel like I run to other people for advice. Or should I say other sinners. None of us are perfect and yet I tend to take advice from "unperfect people." God promises that He will always be there...and the best part is, HE'S PERFECT. He can't give "unperfect" advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo, please pray for me and send yo verse ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-5734151863958780648?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5734151863958780648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=5734151863958780648' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5734151863958780648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5734151863958780648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/bible-verses.html' title='Bible verses'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-429635390653083511</id><published>2008-10-14T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:12:38.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blurb...blurb....blurb</title><content type='html'>Here are a few of Britni's mind blurbs at 9pm on Tuesday night-&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't see the end of the tunnel even though I'm reminded.&lt;br /&gt;    I sit in class. My professors going on and on about how I'm more than half way done with academic work. My brain is buzzing with words...pictures...people...lots of useless information. I sarcastically think "woop di doo"...one more year left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "I thought teaching kindergarten took it out of me some days. Autistic kids are WAY worse (even when it's 1 on 1 treatment). God help me the rest of the week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "My traffic ticket was how much?!!??! $420!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "There was 1 autistic kid that told me I was thin and made me princess aurora from sleeping beauty. He came to save me in the "castle" and instead of waking me up with a pretend kiss...he really did kiss me. HA!" (ok, so there was the highlight of my day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Dang, I wish I was playing volleyball...or getting some form of exercise this week"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "I hope Ron has a break to call me tonight. That would complete me =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "I have a craving to buy a new ...something...anything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "A shower sounds great right now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "I've made up my mind...going to shower"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-429635390653083511?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/429635390653083511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=429635390653083511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/429635390653083511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/429635390653083511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/blurbblurbblurb.html' title='blurb...blurb....blurb'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-6881624108519621202</id><published>2008-09-11T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:10:11.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>Here is the updated stats on the race last week--&lt;br /&gt;I ran a 10:55 pace... finished at 2hours 23 min. ...slower than I thought, but I was totally fine with that :) High Alt. and Hills I thought I was a lot slower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways- the best part is that I came in 4th of females ages 21-16. There was 14 of us total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to beat my time next year =)&lt;br /&gt;Still working on the pictures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-6881624108519621202?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6881624108519621202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=6881624108519621202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6881624108519621202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6881624108519621202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-8083000309425478067</id><published>2008-09-07T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:42:29.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another 13.2 miles on record</title><content type='html'>BIG BEAR HALF- ran it in 2 hrs. 12 min. at 4500+ feet and LOTS of hills...steep hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics as soon as I get some. It was such a challenge but I was up for it. I love a runners challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-8083000309425478067?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8083000309425478067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=8083000309425478067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/8083000309425478067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/8083000309425478067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-132-miles-on-record.html' title='Another 13.2 miles on record'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-1685094842404330374</id><published>2008-09-07T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:36:33.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's always greener on the otherside</title><content type='html'>I'm such a "life complainer." I mean, like "the grass is always greener on the other side. All the time." I wish I was a better student, Christian, girlfriend, daughter, prettier, athletic,  just EVERYTHING..and then I look at other girls and they've "got it all." Ya know!? Maybe if I had "their" life I wouldn't have to live mine.&lt;br /&gt;If I put it all into a realistic perspective my life isn't so bad. It's actually pretty good...so here's what I do when these negative thoughts creep into my mind. I turn to the book that makes me feel so incredibly confident and beautiful, the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me a promise in Psalm this morning, "If you'll hold on to me for dear life, I'll get you out of any trouble. I'll give you the best of care if you'll only get to know and trust me. Call me and I'll answer, be at your side in bad times, I'll rescue you, then throw you a party. I'll give you a long life, give you a long drink of salvation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful promise right? It's times when I feel like my life is so complicated and too much that I can't handle, the Bible throws a verse in my face and says, "YES, you're life is a complicated mess. You don't know how to control your emotions and you complain about e-v-e-r-ything, but let ME take them. I'm the only one that can make you happy and fill the gaps in your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was another verse that was thrown at me. It was highlighted in my Bible and perhaps that's why I saw it. Who knows...maybe it was God trying to say something...but here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God's wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It's wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first He promises to rescue me, protect me, and give me eternal life. THEN He commands me to give Him my worries. Lastly, He ends promising me internal peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God is amazing. I tend to forget often how great it feels to give Him all worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this helped someone who has thoughts similar to mine...I can't be the only one. Right?! I guess try to let God displace those thoughts through His word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SMSAgqmRAKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/E-QTWw5z6pA/s1600-h/DSC02275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SMSAgqmRAKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/E-QTWw5z6pA/s320/DSC02275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243457164845056162" 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/6493261541595802598-1685094842404330374?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1685094842404330374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=1685094842404330374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1685094842404330374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1685094842404330374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/lifes-always-greener-on-otherside.html' title='Life&apos;s always greener on the otherside'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SMSAgqmRAKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/E-QTWw5z6pA/s72-c/DSC02275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-6881710855555197952</id><published>2008-09-02T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:41:36.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times waitin' for the laundry to cyle through</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, my middle name is Danette. It's suppose to be the feminine form of "Daniel" my fathers name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow- I think I cried last week...umm..Thursday maybe. I cry all the time. It's a usually healthy thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;Nope- It's aweful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;You mean veggie meat? haha..I like turkey-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm friend with most everyone that's friendly- I think I'm friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?&lt;br /&gt;yup yup...all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?&lt;br /&gt;nope, I'm to afraid I'd hurt my back. I'd definitely do a free fall though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;I love homemade granola AND if you consider grits cereal (which anyone from the South should) I'd have to put that at the top of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...if their tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?&lt;br /&gt;Duh- I'm like Zena warrior princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;Kind eyes and inviting personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. RED or PINK?&lt;br /&gt;Can I say both. Red when I wanna be "sexy" (haha...yea) and pink when I wanna be cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHAT IS THE THING THAT YOU LIKE LEAST ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a people pleaser in every sense of the word. I love people and try to do what I can to help---it gets me in trouble sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;My kiddos in Saipan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little confused. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;blue shorts and no shoes- Is that close enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Early riser or hit the snooze button?&lt;br /&gt;Snooze as many times as the day allows. I heart my sleep---maybe it's because I don't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;The AC is going and the sound of my little fingers typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, What color would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;Ron's after shower smell, my minty toothpaste, Coach store, sweet bakery things, and clean clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Ron-- we had supper at the hospital during his break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;br /&gt;Basketball, Volleyball, and Swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Brown-- w/ hints of golden when the sun shines on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;hazel- (sometimes green, grey, brown, etc..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Anything Thai or Ron creates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Most definitely scary movies- but I like both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;One scary sick one we (Ron and I) rented ...it was terrible. I won't bother with a narrative, because it was that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;br /&gt;brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Both....the real question is who are you getting these from? (that changes the answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. FAVORITE DESSERT?&lt;br /&gt;oh man, that's a lot of things. I can't narrow that down. Sorry- Oreos and white cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;Probably no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Anything the OT dept tells me to. I wish I had more time to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing because I don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. FAVORITE Sound?&lt;br /&gt;Thunder, my text message alert, silence, jazz piano/sax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?&lt;br /&gt;Either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?&lt;br /&gt;Saipan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?&lt;br /&gt;Wichita Falls, Texas (YeeHawww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-6881710855555197952?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6881710855555197952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=6881710855555197952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6881710855555197952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6881710855555197952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-times-waitin-for-laundry-to-cyle.html' title='Fun times waitin&apos; for the laundry to cyle through'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-367216366607507484</id><published>2008-08-15T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:07:45.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just for fun :)</title><content type='html'>Words of the day-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Traffic Tourette's&lt;br /&gt;The uncontrollable urge to scream obscenities at other drivers who infringe on your space (whether real or imagined).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Textspectation&lt;br /&gt;The anticipation one feels when waiting for a response to a text message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Combat Nap&lt;br /&gt;That 5 - 10 minute nap that you have to take when your body is completely exhausted and your mind is over stressed. Happens if you want it or not, and you usually wake up feeling like you've had a full night's rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-367216366607507484?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/367216366607507484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=367216366607507484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/367216366607507484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/367216366607507484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-for-fun.html' title='just for fun :)'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-2240762322781571236</id><published>2008-08-15T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:56:40.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August update</title><content type='html'>Phew- the week is done!&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that TGIF would really be an acronym I would use. I may be using more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week was a treat. Mai and the Saipan crew ate out on Monday evening. Super fun! I was reminded of how much Mai I need in my life. To be honest with you all I thought it might be a hard 'visit' with everyone. Only because it's hard to remember times spent together when I wasn't in Saipan a second year. No matter how hard I wish I could've been there, I wasn't. The visit ended up being so much fun and I got to hear a lot from Mai. I even got to drive her.=) When I said bye it was hard....tears welled up,  but somehow we know we'll see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai- I'm always praying for you and miss you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-term week is finally over. Art and I are training for big bear half...I've finally decided that I better get running again. Something about Art is so inspiring. It isn't that he runs a lot, but I think that he has nothing to do with school- or LLU. Even though we run here, he's just a breath of fresh air. I love the guy! We will be hitting a 10 miler Saturday morning. WOOOHOOO! (I'm psyching myself out..can you tell?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got these crazy back muscle pains in the past two days- O boy, I hope they go away. They're pretty intense at times. I decided I wasn't going to work out today because of that. I'm entitled to a day off right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron's been working night shifts- poor guy. I know that's gotta be hard on his bio clock. This may sound "princess-like" but I miss hanging with him in the evenings. I haven't seen him almost 3 days just because we're busy....the adjustments hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I decided to get my car washed. That was MUCH needed. Found a coupon for full service at student services for $8. What a deal! The ole' caddy looks amazing. Thank you hospitality car wash!&lt;br /&gt;Then I ran to the hair place and got my hair cut. EEKK...it's short- not used to it yet, but I'm sure it will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;And well, now I'm going to volunteer at the hospital. I heart those people like crazy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's doing great! It was awesome to hear Sean's voice on the phone :) Miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-2240762322781571236?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2240762322781571236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=2240762322781571236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/2240762322781571236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/2240762322781571236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-update.html' title='August update'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-1303143941335761882</id><published>2008-07-14T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:02:16.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Precious Zues</title><content type='html'>I arrived in Dallas on Friday evening. After the plan landed the pilot announced we were 20 minutes early and had to wait for a gate to open. We finally docked at the gate and there's always someone who decides to unbuckle and stand up before the belt lights extingished. You know what I mean? This guy happened to be in front of me. He stood up and I knew we would have to wait another 10 minutes , so in my head I'm thinking, "What in the world do you think you're doing? It's not going to speed your journey by getting up." He started drumming his fingers....a little faster....faster...While he's annoying everyone within 5 ailes of him he looks down at me and smiles. I smile back and realize that most people don't realize what they are doing is annoying. People have feelings that are naturally self-centered. Poor guy didn't see the faces being made around him. Maybe a calm smile from the girl sitting just behind him was what he needed to realize everything would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;br /&gt;    So, I got home around 9pm. Everyone super excited and food on the table..yum yum! If there's anything my family knows how to do that's eat. I ate while everyone watched. We stayed up pretty late and visited. It felt surreal to sleep in a familiar, yet unfamiliar bed, in my old room. It was comfy and definately reminded me of jr. high and high school.&lt;br /&gt;Sabbath morning came early with dad knocking on my bedroom door saying "I'm leaving in an hr." Mom had gotten called into work. She is a perfusionist and sometimes takes call. Most often she get's called in early on saturday mornings. So it was just me, Breanne, and ole'dad. Good sabbath- I heard a joke from a little kid at church who was acting silly. He said, "I'm like a pizza. I'm sooo white and cheesy." haha&lt;br /&gt;   After church we drove home to find my Aunt waiting for me. She's a lot of fun everytime she's here. We go shopping, see movies, laugh, tell stories, etc...She's everything a aunt should be :)&lt;br /&gt;We swam and watched movies, ate ice cream that evening.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we slept in late- maybe until 11. We must've been tired. I love waking up to the smell of stripples and pancakes (yes, that would be sunday mornings in an Adventist home). I walked down the hall to find a plate already made for me. yum yum...like I said, we know how to eat good :) While trying to decide what the day should entale I sat down on the floor next to our dog, Zues. He's so cute. (I've posted a picture of him before) I was there for about 5 min. when he started to walk off. I reached for his torso and he turned real fast to bite me. I flipped my body over and he got my right arm. I could feel my human instinct to flee, but I could not. He only listens to my sister. As if his grip wasn't tight enough he bit harder. My sister ran into the room in response to my screams for help and grabbed the dog. My arm was bloody. My aunt applied pressure, while my dad got towels. I could feel the blood draining from my face. I knew I was going to puke. I did. Waited a few seconds and went for another round. My aunt fainted and my sister grabbed a rolling chair to sit me down. My dad holding my aunt and my mom wheeling me to a couch...it was actually quite humerous. I could see my family was going to laugh about this later...I mean, the fainting and rolling- of course.&lt;br /&gt;I was propped on the couch, feet up, and breathing heavy. My aunt woke up and we all gathered in the living room. Everyone was crying (cept dad) trying to figure out what to do with Zues.&lt;br /&gt;    The verdict was to put Zues down this morning. He was good companion to my sister...possibly her best friend after Ben and I left for school. He had snapped at people before and been unpredictable, but never had anything like this happened. A responsible pet owner can't keep a dog that is unpredictable. I'm confident that my family made the right decision. Opinions from all sides were stated. It's been a very sad day for the Gleason's. Please pray for my little sister. It's hard to make a decision like this one. And thank God for the safety from what could've happened.&lt;br /&gt;RIP Zues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHvatLMHe9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/f1jN07ZezRI/s1600-h/home-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHvatLMHe9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/f1jN07ZezRI/s320/home-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223008662498802642" 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/6493261541595802598-1303143941335761882?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1303143941335761882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=1303143941335761882' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1303143941335761882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1303143941335761882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-precious-zues.html' title='Our Precious Zues'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHvatLMHe9I/AAAAAAAAAOs/f1jN07ZezRI/s72-c/home-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-6418887419836922490</id><published>2008-07-08T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:08:39.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the week :) Check it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHPVwzPlhjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/m_Cx0mGtuH0/s1600-h/B000641ZOK.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHPVwzPlhjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/m_Cx0mGtuH0/s320/B000641ZOK.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220751427418555954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the Moment I Feel Faint&lt;br /&gt;by Reliant K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Britnig/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I at the point of no improvement?&lt;br /&gt;What of the death I still dwell in?&lt;br /&gt;I try to excel, but I feel no movement.&lt;br /&gt;Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me that there's no hope.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate my Jesus&lt;br /&gt;When the world around you crumbles&lt;br /&gt;He will be strong, He will be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw up my hands&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, the impossibilities"&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated and tired&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go from here?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm searching for the confidence I've lost so willingly&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming these obstacles is overcoming my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't, I think I can't&lt;br /&gt;But I think you can, I think you can&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't, I think I can't&lt;br /&gt;But I think you can, I think you can&lt;br /&gt;Gather my insufficiencies and&lt;br /&gt;place them in your hands, place them in your hands, place them in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grant tried to teach me this song while I was in Saipan. Who knew I'd really need it now :) Thanks Grant!&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/6493261541595802598-6418887419836922490?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6418887419836922490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=6418887419836922490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6418887419836922490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6418887419836922490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-of-week-check-it-out.html' title='Song of the week :) Check it out'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHPVwzPlhjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/m_Cx0mGtuH0/s72-c/B000641ZOK.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-6544063901187337771</id><published>2008-07-06T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:45:29.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer update</title><content type='html'>THE UPDATE-&lt;br /&gt;OT school- I've found out that I passed my first year :) I'm on week 4 of the 6 weeks of summer vacation I've been granted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHGcAF6qLKI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iB5LHxM8Tmo/s1600-h/PIC_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHGcAF6qLKI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iB5LHxM8Tmo/s320/PIC_0474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220124968501259426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1- The first week I headed out the "family ranch"...which is also known as "Lazy Valley Ranch." My sister and her two friends go out every summer to pick blueberries on my grandma's farm. On my visit to Grass Valley I picked blueberries, did a little cow chasing, and revisited my childhood memory of the Yuba River. It was a wonderful trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHGcWa8-5WI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hzCkf4RbdeU/s1600-h/PIC_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHGcWa8-5WI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hzCkf4RbdeU/s320/PIC_0484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220125352105272674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHGdFjyqs1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/mzY5P-r8xMc/s1600-h/PIC_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHGdFjyqs1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/mzY5P-r8xMc/s320/PIC_0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220126161931776850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHGczYJiLdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/uLJrpdbLN9I/s1600-h/PIC_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHGczYJiLdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/uLJrpdbLN9I/s320/PIC_0541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220125849568816594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 2 weeks- I came back for two more weeks of Loma Linda boredom- My days consist of reading, more reading, volunteering, working out, swimming, catching up with friends, Ron, and well, more reading. It's okay though, because I know when school starts it's back to the grind. I'm enjoying the freedom. I've applied to teach an aerobics class at the gym in the evenings when I school starts. I figure I'm already there why not teach? Should be fun. I hope they hire me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 4- July 4th was spent with Ron and friends on Hermosa beach. We stayed late to watch the fire works, which were beautiful. It was mucho cold cold cold on the beach that night. On the way back we got a little lost which put a set back in our time. We didn't get home til' 1 AM... I was tired...went to bed right away. Sabbath morning Ron and I attended Crosswalk. The pastors have been doing a series on prayer. She talked about Daniel's prayer in Daniel 9. It was good. That evening Ron took me to meet some of his childhood friends. Very fun and sweet people. We also had great mediterrainian food in Corona. The next day the Pierson's came from Saipan :)!!! yay! I had a good time visit with them, Bev, and two of the missionaries that just came back from Saipan. We did a little jog down memory lane, ate some good chinese food, got a call from Sean :), and the download on everyone's lives. It was fun, relaxing, and a beautiful time spent. Thank you Ken and Crystal for inviting us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home 7/11 for week 5 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-6544063901187337771?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6544063901187337771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=6544063901187337771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6544063901187337771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6544063901187337771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-ot-school-ive-found-out-that-i.html' title='Summer update'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SHGcAF6qLKI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iB5LHxM8Tmo/s72-c/PIC_0474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-7682014251355326577</id><published>2008-06-16T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:29:40.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Super Grad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SFaU3oo3XQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/saamH2Q_cmk/s1600-h/IMG_3040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SFaU3oo3XQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/saamH2Q_cmk/s320/IMG_3040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212517302250462466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was big for all graduates of Loma Linda. Families travelled from all around to celebrate huge accomplishments. I was fortunate enough to celebrate with Ron and his family. What a great day! As pomp and circumstance was played I could imagine the day when I walk down that long aisle to receive my diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was crazy busy, fun, and I'm so proud of Ron. Here's a picture of him and I :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-7682014251355326577?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7682014251355326577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=7682014251355326577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/7682014251355326577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/7682014251355326577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-super-grad.html' title='My Super Grad'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SFaU3oo3XQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/saamH2Q_cmk/s72-c/IMG_3040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-1931799891062331347</id><published>2008-05-29T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:41:48.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back BeveCaba</title><content type='html'>BEV IS BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her as soon as I finished my last final exam:) I don't know how well I did this week, but I finished 6 exams in 3 days. It feels good to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Bev and I had a fun lunch date at Panera Bread. We talked for 2 hours!! It was wonderful to hear about Saipan and friends. We agreed that God has a special time and place where He wants us. We happened to be in Saipan during the right time when HE wanted us there. It was a beautifully spiritual and eye-opening experience :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad you're back Bev!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SD8iwvmpaeI/AAAAAAAAANs/jdCQxfGnRL4/s1600-h/PIC_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SD8iwvmpaeI/AAAAAAAAANs/jdCQxfGnRL4/s320/PIC_0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205917915071212002" 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/6493261541595802598-1931799891062331347?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1931799891062331347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=1931799891062331347' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1931799891062331347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1931799891062331347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-back-bevecaba.html' title='Welcome back BeveCaba'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SD8iwvmpaeI/AAAAAAAAANs/jdCQxfGnRL4/s72-c/PIC_0393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-3218985162154453364</id><published>2008-05-16T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:25:03.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my 1 request</title><content type='html'>I need you to hug me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-3218985162154453364?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3218985162154453364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=3218985162154453364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/3218985162154453364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/3218985162154453364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-1-request.html' title='my 1 request'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-2719277782979150199</id><published>2008-05-12T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:30:10.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mondays</title><content type='html'>This is Monday&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;It's gloomy outside&lt;br /&gt;It's gloomy in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my thought for today-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've accomplished nothing today. I studied at Rons last night and fell asleep on his couch while he watched his cartoons. He woke me up and sent me home to sleep. What a good man :)&lt;br /&gt;I went home, slept, and didn't wake up until 10. Then I got up watched a movie as I ate my home-made granola my mom sends me. I feel weak today- I think it's because I gave blood for the first time on saturday. Travis says I need iron...red meat...I hate eating moo moo.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways- I figure I better get out of my room, so I got my toes painted next to Fox coffee and am sitting here now passing time.&lt;br /&gt;I have a group meeting at four. We are finishing a project to present at our cognitive fair. It's actually really interesting. We've done some research on the topics of abstraction and mental flexibility. We found ways to help individuals that struggle in these areas be successful. An example would be a child who cannot switch from topic to topic in a conversation does not have very good mental flexibility. I believe the child may just need some practice, so I'll give him some practice games such as, Bop it or Slap Jack. These games will help the child practice mentally switching from one task to another slowly then quickly as he/she progresses.&lt;br /&gt;okay,  so maybe ya'll didn't want to know all that, but I was bored. Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an amazing day. I'll go get some iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-2719277782979150199?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2719277782979150199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=2719277782979150199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/2719277782979150199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/2719277782979150199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/mondays.html' title='mondays'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-4965950340025873061</id><published>2008-05-02T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:33:58.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Hum BUG!</title><content type='html'>Books!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of reading and studying books today.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for blogging-this will be my short break. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has just about talked me into running Redlands half marathon on Sunday. I haven't been training so this could be really bad. I've spent to much time analyzing the situation and have decided to do what I want to do. That is run ....i guess. Gosh, I hate being a girl. So indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished a book for a religion class called The Sunflower. I would recommend to anyone who's interested. It's about a Jewish man who is asked by a Nazi for forgiveness. The Jewish man doesn't know what to say and walks out. The question asked to me, the student, is what would I do? Honestly, I would do 2 things. First, tell the Nazi to ask for God's forgiveness, because I don't know if I can. Second, I would pray that God forgive me and my feelings towards him.&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance read the book. It's very thought provoking and captures your being to that time and place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- sorry guys. I just finished my paper, so that's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sabbath! I'm so glad it's Friday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-4965950340025873061?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4965950340025873061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=4965950340025873061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4965950340025873061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4965950340025873061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-hum-bug.html' title='O Hum BUG!'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-6857152050421041505</id><published>2008-04-28T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:12:57.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago I wanted to do something for my birthday, but for anyone who knows me I won't plan anything for myself. I'm basically a bunch of talk- Sad. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a week before my birthday Ron plans Friday night dinner. He says invite your friends, pick a place, and time. He's perfect for giving me that nudge to make my birthday great. Funny thing is I needed a "reason" to do it....thanks Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is actually today, but Friday night I got my friends together and made dinner reservations at PF Changs in Victoria Gardens. BUT before all this Ruth, my roomie, took me shopping and we saw a good movie. We decided to see 88 minutes. Super good thriller...that's all I'll say tho, bc I've already made the mistake of ruining it for others. Ruth and I had a blast laughing to the point of tears in the changing room at Express. We tried on the most hideously $$$ clothes. I would never wear ...but I'll show you pics ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY5qryfb5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/x_7BvUOd4Cg/s1600-h/DSC02726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY5qryfb5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/x_7BvUOd4Cg/s320/DSC02726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194402625690234770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ruth and I having&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY54Lyfb6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Xz4WFe-kBuo/s1600-h/DSC02727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY54Lyfb6I/AAAAAAAAAM8/Xz4WFe-kBuo/s320/DSC02727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194402857618468770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening was really fun and one of the most special birthdays I've ever had. Ruth and I met, Ron, Travis, Amanda...and well, 12 other people for dinner. Good company, good food, and a blessing of another healthy year made it perfect. After that Ron, Travis, Amanda, Geoff, and I headed to Cheesecake Factory for some yummy dessert. The rest of the night was filled with games and laughter at Ron's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bottom left: Ruth, Miguel, Amy, Christina, Beth, Michelle, Andy&lt;br /&gt;Bottom right: Hannah, Me, ron, Christian, Amanda, Travis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY6Qryfb7I/AAAAAAAAANE/zc2Nu5Q1n2o/s1600-h/DSC02754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY6Qryfb7I/AAAAAAAAANE/zc2Nu5Q1n2o/s320/DSC02754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194403278525263794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY6Ybyfb8I/AAAAAAAAANM/-nJNIpkMM-M/s1600-h/DSC02748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY6Ybyfb8I/AAAAAAAAANM/-nJNIpkMM-M/s320/DSC02748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194403411669249986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top- Hannah, Amy, Beth, Ruth, Christina, Michelle, Andy, and Christian&lt;br /&gt;Bottom- That's for you Miss Mai and Maycock :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY6lbyfb9I/AAAAAAAAANU/EcGisDnmgVU/s1600-h/DSC02751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY6lbyfb9I/AAAAAAAAANU/EcGisDnmgVU/s320/DSC02751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194403635007549394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY7Gryfb-I/AAAAAAAAANc/q-5jTn9ngAQ/s1600-h/DSC02753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY7Gryfb-I/AAAAAAAAANc/q-5jTn9ngAQ/s320/DSC02753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194404206238199778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabbath morning I met Art (my runnin coach) for breakfast. He so funny. He bought me $25 worth of scratch lotto tickets bc he knows I wanna be "accidently" rich one day. He payed for my yummy breakfast burrito at MiMis :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon my brother invited Ron and I to eat lunch with him and his friend. Yes, more food- I felt like a pig all weekend. That evening was spent watching Harold and Kumar at Ron's and a yummy Mexican meal. Thanks Ron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a day of studies and to my surprise I got a call from Mai on Monday at lunch. It was right after my Stats midterm and just what I needed. It's amazing that God knows what your feeling and sends "hope" (many times in the form of friends like Mai) to cheer me up :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mai! She sent me chocolate all the way from Saipan! It's yum yum good :) I assume that everyone that reads this knows me well enough by now to see that I miss my kiddos with all my heart. I &lt;3 my kids like I've never loved anyone in my life. Mai told me a cute story of Alvin reminding her of what I taught him about the body. From my understanding he says, Ms. Britni doesn't need to go to school bc she knows everything already. ... I hope your smiling by now. It's only bc I don't know everything, but I love the way Alvin thinks so ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY8Qryfb_I/AAAAAAAAANk/5KdMXAyrVbw/s1600-h/may-june07+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY8Qryfb_I/AAAAAAAAANk/5KdMXAyrVbw/s320/may-june07+119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194405477548519410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beautiful friend Mai Rhea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;God is so incredible for giving me another year of life, health, and experience. He's been teaching me constantly this year and you'd think I'd be worn out, but I'm not :) I love learning from the Master!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for being with me every day this year. It was a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-6857152050421041505?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6857152050421041505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=6857152050421041505' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6857152050421041505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6857152050421041505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-weekend.html' title='Birthday Weekend!'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/SBY5qryfb5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/x_7BvUOd4Cg/s72-c/DSC02726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-2588160417034457137</id><published>2008-04-17T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:13:29.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TONSILS in or out?</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys,&lt;br /&gt;I've been a blogging slacker=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home for two weeks of my first practicum at Huguley Medical Center. I had a blast and learn so much. It was so much better to see the things I've studied in real life ;) The week after that Ron flew to Texas and spent a good 5 days with me. It was a relaxing time...I showed him the Dallas zoo and we went out to eat. His first time at sonic and my first time having Giolitti....played cards, watched movies, went shopping :) It was wonderful. Ron flew back to CA and so did I to start another quarter. It is Ron's last quarter at LLU, my 4th quarter. Exciting! I'm almost done with my first year =) The first weekend I was back we went to the beach, which was absolutely beautiful. Ate some more Giolitti, which might be my favorite dessert now...next to cake-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly this week has been terrible. I have gotten a bad case of strep. Today's been the worst day yet. I woke up having trouble breathing and definately afraid to swallow.  My tonsils are huge, red, and puss filled. I can't believe that I let it get this bad. My good friend Travis, who is a PA at llumc prepscribed me some ammoxicillin. I hope this helps...crossing fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-2588160417034457137?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2588160417034457137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=2588160417034457137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/2588160417034457137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/2588160417034457137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/tonsils-in-or-out.html' title='TONSILS in or out?'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-4638569618008718486</id><published>2008-03-10T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:11:46.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My excitement...</title><content type='html'>WOO HOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a good day!&lt;br /&gt;First, it was my first day of clinical rotation. I &lt;3 old sick people. I saw a man who played with Sachet Page (famous baseball man) in 1939. He was offered a position with the yankees before they were the yankees. He quit playing because he tore his rotator cuff badly....he was such a sweet pt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the best news is that my favorite and only boss ever, Barbara Maycock is having her FIRST baby!!! Congrats Sean and Barbara. You're going to make beautiful parents. May God bless you on this fun and new journey :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-4638569618008718486?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4638569618008718486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=4638569618008718486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4638569618008718486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4638569618008718486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-excitement.html' title='My excitement...'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-196599868374695038</id><published>2008-03-06T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:12:47.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the random thoughts in Britni's head...right now</title><content type='html'>This is what's on Britni's mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed home in less than 24 hours. WOW-I like flying in the sky :)&lt;br /&gt;I saw Juno with Ron...good movie (but that may have been because I was with good company).&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a couch next to Ron, using his computer, kinda tired, but not really...&lt;br /&gt;The puppies outback (ALL 8 ..two were taken today :( cry me a river)&lt;br /&gt;My first clinical starts Monday morning at 7AM.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little nervous. It's only because I don't have all my paper work ready...the weekends coming and everything closes..eekk!&lt;br /&gt;O, how I still have to pack&lt;br /&gt;My new geriatric peeps at Adult Day. I love em-&lt;br /&gt;Ms. B (a geriatric) told me I was beautiful today.&lt;br /&gt;She even made me spin and dance with her. It was rewarding...and brought kudo's in my life =)&lt;br /&gt;Ron makes me smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yea, did I say Ron makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my best friend today. Christine...she's so sweet to let me stay in her room while I'm in Texas doing clinicals. Thanks girl!&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was on the beach right now&lt;br /&gt;My second home is Drayson Center...MAN, what I would give to run, lift, or hit a ball right now.&lt;br /&gt;I hoping I can use the gym at Huguley (that's where my clinicals are)...I can keep running&lt;br /&gt;O yea, I'm thinking about doing a marathon up North in the redwoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-196599868374695038?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/196599868374695038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=196599868374695038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/196599868374695038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/196599868374695038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-thoughts-in-britnis-headright.html' title='the random thoughts in Britni&apos;s head...right now'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-2507642751548854773</id><published>2008-03-05T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:35:54.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon results!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R870k_8VWNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2H8IkFwpVqg/s1600-h/m_29f4e6103d493aae364c01959d44d00a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R870k_8VWNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2H8IkFwpVqg/s320/m_29f4e6103d493aae364c01959d44d00a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174341938372237522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marathon is done!! WOOOHOO...&lt;br /&gt;My goal was to finish the race in 5hrs or less.&lt;br /&gt;I finished in 5:00:53 (it was something like 6400 out of 22, 000 people)&lt;br /&gt;Perfect weather, sunny and clear. There was a little wind towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun! I met lots of new people and discovered a lot about myself.&lt;br /&gt;When you want something bad enough pain doesn't matter...when I was at mile 23, 24, 25 I was in so much pain. I can't even describe the blister on my right toe.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways- here's some pics before and after the race. Enjoy guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea and I want to thank Dr. Ken for being the biggest inspiration to me :), Art for spending hours listening to me talk while running, Cathy for running with me all the way last minute,  Troy for fixing my muscles when I was hurt, Ron for getting me home early on Saturday nights, Sandy for being a pace leader, and lastly, my parents- they never stopped encouraging me. They were the first I'd call whenever I'd finish a long run on Sunday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya have it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R870tf8VWPI/AAAAAAAAAME/rMbbG1kEMOE/s1600-h/m_3e917167b0691047039667b5463941e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R870tf8VWPI/AAAAAAAAAME/rMbbG1kEMOE/s320/m_3e917167b0691047039667b5463941e8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174342084401125618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R870Zf8VWMI/AAAAAAAAALs/nUjRsA3muSI/s1600-h/m_425122dc687a46a199f6083bb4ec447a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R870Zf8VWMI/AAAAAAAAALs/nUjRsA3muSI/s320/m_425122dc687a46a199f6083bb4ec447a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174341740803741890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R870pf8VWOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TwpjHZcQ2QU/s1600-h/m_ead6dd832c85776e86257801ae43b32c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R870pf8VWOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TwpjHZcQ2QU/s320/m_ead6dd832c85776e86257801ae43b32c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174342015681648866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R8709f8VWQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XYGDTM4Lw14/s1600-h/m_881fd01dceb06bc15bbbcac36475f82f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R8709f8VWQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XYGDTM4Lw14/s320/m_881fd01dceb06bc15bbbcac36475f82f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174342359279032578" border="0" /&gt;We won!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R871d_8VWSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tPDt96z8P6M/s1600-h/m_6ca35600a5e3002c4fde77fe5347b521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R871d_8VWSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tPDt96z8P6M/s320/m_6ca35600a5e3002c4fde77fe5347b521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174342917624781090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R871mv8VWTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iBzvh0uuuqs/s1600-h/m_df391aa097f74bfa63d3881d85d5aa28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R871mv8VWTI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iBzvh0uuuqs/s320/m_df391aa097f74bfa63d3881d85d5aa28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174343067948636466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the way we felt after the race. (blah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R8715v8VWUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/0GIZiuKphDU/s1600-h/m_bf31df6c19af80ea2b43b5ebdebe44a5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R8715v8VWUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/0GIZiuKphDU/s320/m_bf31df6c19af80ea2b43b5ebdebe44a5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174343394366150978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm your woman ;)&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/6493261541595802598-2507642751548854773?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2507642751548854773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=2507642751548854773' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/2507642751548854773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/2507642751548854773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/marathon-results.html' title='Marathon results!!'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R870k_8VWNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/2H8IkFwpVqg/s72-c/m_29f4e6103d493aae364c01959d44d00a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-7282710508115859486</id><published>2008-02-29T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:45:41.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or not, LA here I !</title><content type='html'>It's finally here! Can you believe it?? Art and I took the train up to LA today (which I'm proud to say it was my first time on a train and subway). We walked around the EXPO for a few hours- I'm pumped now. I bought my gu and got an awesome masseage :) I can't believe I'm running 26.2 miles!! AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some blurry pics of today. Enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is Art, my top dog coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R8i0r8-JOLI/AAAAAAAAALk/mbyQvZcSWwE/s1600-h/PIC_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R8i0r8-JOLI/AAAAAAAAALk/mbyQvZcSWwE/s320/PIC_0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172582839229167794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me and a big bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R8iz58-JOJI/AAAAAAAAALU/7naKVbOwxsA/s1600-h/PIC_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R8iz58-JOJI/AAAAAAAAALU/7naKVbOwxsA/s320/PIC_0385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172581980235708562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-7282710508115859486?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7282710508115859486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=7282710508115859486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/7282710508115859486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/7282710508115859486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/ready-or-not-la-here-i.html' title='Ready or not, LA here I !'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R8i0r8-JOLI/AAAAAAAAALk/mbyQvZcSWwE/s72-c/PIC_0374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-4575240115253138417</id><published>2008-02-26T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:19:32.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up time #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every quarter of school seems to fly by ever so quickly. I never even realize the last two weeks because I feel like I'm in my books or running around trying to get projects done. L.A. marathon is coming up in 5 days. I should be excited, but I haven't really thought much about it. My homework is taking over my life....ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This last weekend I spent sabbath morning at the park by myself. It was WONDERFUL! Everyone needs time for reflection. I was due- I'm reading this book by Max Lucado called "A love worth giving." He says that mercy is the deepest gesture of kindness. AND we all know "Love is kind" (1 cor. 13:4) It's easy to be kind and have mercy for everyone around me. The hard part is having kindness and mercy on myself. God knows and understands my heart. He's the only one that does :) He doesn't hold back his love, so why should I? He is kind to us, so let us be kind to ourselves. It's hard....at least for me it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, so when I was done studying, I went and ate with Ron and T-Rex (Travis) and then headed up to the mountains for a hike. The guys didn't go- they were sick. BUT I went and had a good time meeting new people and being out in nature. It's so peaceful up there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That night I went to bed early knowing that I had to wake up SUPER early for my last 10 mile run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Art and I ate bagels instead of running =) We love those bagels and we're so ready for that marathon...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's about it for now...O yea...and Ron had PUPPIES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just playing- He didn't have pups- his roomie brought 10 of them home with their mother. All I have to say is they're going to have one stinky backyard. GOOD LUCK Ronald ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Please send some prayers up for my upcoming test and a safe run this weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6493261541595802598-4575240115253138417?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4575240115253138417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=4575240115253138417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4575240115253138417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4575240115253138417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/hi-guys-every-quarter-of-school-seems.html' title='Catch up time #2'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-3165014046362155148</id><published>2008-02-05T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T20:42:30.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive-</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys for not posting. Life has been SUPER busy and I'm trying to slow down (but that's obviously not working)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap-&lt;br /&gt;I was running two weeks ago with my friend Ron outside on the dark streets of the Loma talking Ron's ear off when all of a sudden I trip over a rock not even the size of my fist. SAD STORY- I sprained my ankle. What's more sad is that I was suppose to run the Highland Half marathon that weekend. I didn't run it....my coach, Art, said he wouldn't let me. :( It broke my heart for a week not to be able to run. Now that I'm running it's 4 weeks til' marathon time....Wish me luck guys! I do 22 miles on Sunday. It will be the farthest I've ever gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's going okay. I enjoy the classes that are interactive...otherwise research sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what!?!? My parents are coming out here in less then 2 weeks. I'm very excited about that because I miss them and just wanna chill with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate at the Soup farm or whatever it's called this last week. VERY TASTY! I like soup and salad a lot so Ron picked a good place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea and I went to one of my favorite places on earth...an aquarium! Specifically, Aquarium of the Pacific. It's was super fun and it was the closest thing to diving since Saipan. There was actually a diver cleaning a tank and I gave him the "okay" sign. He took out his regulator and smiled with the "okay" sign. DIVERS UNITE!!! okay, that was cheesey...but you divers probably now how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways- That's it for now. I have to get back to studying, but I wanted to let you all know I'm still alive...just not posting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-3165014046362155148?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3165014046362155148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=3165014046362155148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/3165014046362155148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/3165014046362155148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive-'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-6170473778636159967</id><published>2008-01-21T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:26:05.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Caramel Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R5UbeZBnX0I/AAAAAAAAALM/5eCg_8LPkcQ/s1600-h/DSC03193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R5UbeZBnX0I/AAAAAAAAALM/5eCg_8LPkcQ/s320/DSC03193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158059157150457666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first caramel apple with nuts!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R5UZUJBnXzI/AAAAAAAAALE/7kujkzvZr-s/s1600-h/DSC03169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R5UZUJBnXzI/AAAAAAAAALE/7kujkzvZr-s/s320/DSC03169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158056782033542962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R5UY8JBnXyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GjObrWmkFjs/s1600-h/DSC03200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R5UY8JBnXyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GjObrWmkFjs/s320/DSC03200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158056369716682530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amy, Beth and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a new friend that has touched my heart. Her name is Beth. One Friday afternoon she took Amy and I to a place called Oak Glen. I didn't know what to expect. It was a "surprise," she told us. All we knew was it was sorta like an apple farm. Whatever that's suppose to mean?! Beth drove us way out to the country side where the roads get curvy. Rows and rows of apple trees swarmed the fields. Finally we parked the car in front of an old general store and country cooking resteraunt. I felt as if I had gone back in time 80 years. There was large sign that said, "Welcome to Oak Glen" and a path that led up to a little town with dirt roads. There was a petting zoo with animals to feed and even fishing! In the town was several old stores with candy, hand-made crafts, jewelry, and guns. It was wonderful! A sight to behold!!! Petting zoos, old general stores, ducks, gun shows, lama's, sheep, candy, CHOCOLATE and best of all, yummy chocolate covered caramel apples with nuts! The first and best caramel apple I've ever had. If you're ever in Southern California call me. I'll take you :)&lt;/span&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/6493261541595802598-6170473778636159967?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6170473778636159967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=6170473778636159967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6170473778636159967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6170473778636159967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-first-caramel-apple.html' title='My first Caramel Apple'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R5UbeZBnX0I/AAAAAAAAALM/5eCg_8LPkcQ/s72-c/DSC03193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-2188641789592292938</id><published>2008-01-13T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T12:38:36.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathon update...</title><content type='html'>When I joined the LL Lopers at mile 4 I was huffin' and puffin' up Mountain View Pkwy.  Mountain View Pkwy is a gradual incline, not very steep, basically a  "woosi" hill. When I mastered that we moved on to 6 miles and we hit Woodier. The thought went through my head, "please cut my legs off and give them to someone who knows how to use them." I wanted to cry, in fact, I probably did. Art, my coach, cheered me up that hill every week. At mile 15 I wanted to hurt myself on purpose so I couldn't run....dumb idea. I know!? Last week I completed 20 miles. This week I ran 13.2 in 'hilly highlands"....trust me, it was very hilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple. I have a goal and I'm going to reach it. Yes, it will be painful and at times dangerous, but I will train to reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we train to reach the goal of heaven? I was thinking this morning at 6am , "why I get up soOOO early to run? When I know I'm NOT a morning person." That sounds so dumb! It's because it feels good to know I'm getting one step closer to my marathon goal. I'm falling in love with running! I feel healthy, have lost 20 lbs, and have so much energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to get up at 5 am, once a week, to hear what God had to say to me when I lived in Saipan. I found a place I could be alone with HIM. God has given me peace, health, and a spiritual drive. Ultimately, I'm training to be a disciple of Christ. Aren't we all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-2188641789592292938?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2188641789592292938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=2188641789592292938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/2188641789592292938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/2188641789592292938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/marathon-update.html' title='Marathon update...'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-302881413975981375</id><published>2008-01-11T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:57:13.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged =)</title><content type='html'>Alright guys, I've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Maycock has tagged me to write down 20 things I remember about Saipan. O boy, this gonna be really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;1. I remember signing up to move to Saipan and then thinking, "wait, I don't even know where that's at!?" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;2. I remember people, who I didn't know at the time, picking me up from the airport in the middle of the night. Driving through the jungle was super scary. I had no idea what to think of this place. "Was I going to have to sleep in a hut?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;3. I remember staying at the Pastors house the first night I was there and getting up to find out there was no water. I had to take a shower with a ladle and bucket of water. (I was thankful I had that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;4. I remember millions of tank swims with the SMs. I always wanted to stay by Grant, because I thought he could protect me from the eagle rays and stuff that could eat me. =) thanks Grant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;5. I remember the awesome feeling of the cool breeze and Jesus speaking to my heart when I'd spend time with Him on Bonzai Cliff on Sabbath mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;6. I remember Alvin's sweet smile and little hand. After a long day he'd come to me and put a hand on my arm and say, "I love you Ms. Britni." It'd make my heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;7. I remember renting movie after movie at Blockbuster ...actually OC seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;8. I remember Taste of India and the cool tea trick the owner would do to get us to clap and cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;9. I remember Aunt Judy, Uncle Dennis, Aunt Tammy, and Uncle Mark teaching me to dive. I dove almost every site on island that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;10. I remember going to coffee care after a long week at school. We'd get out computers and surf the net while we drank some yummy coffee. Oh yea, and the cute waiter who wanted to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;11. I remember playing capture the flag at Managaha with our students. I hid in the jungle for 2 hours in the same place. It started raining and it was then I felt like a true missionary hiding from something...great feeling. We lost btw. SAD :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;12. I remember finding out that I could pay someone to wash and fold my laundry for only $3 while I sat in the coffee shop. Saipan is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;13. I remember the first time I spotted a sea turtle 5 yards from me under water. I was diving with Ken, Crystal, Layla, and Gregory. It was a big day for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;14. I remember taking my kinder class to the zoo and showing the zoo keeper how much they knew about all the animals classes. :) proud moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;16. I remember Mai and I sneaking away to the Mandi for our last relaxing moment before I left island. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;17. I remember new years. It sounded like the island was being bombed. LITERALLY. Jesco wouldn't get out of our house. Thank God for Jerry...he got em out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;18. I remember sitting on the beach watching the sun go down as Grant played my favorite songs on his guitar (now Mai's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;19. I remember the friends I made and how they knew exactly what I needed when I needed it. Sean always new when I needed an encouraging word. Grant knew when I needed a hug, no words. There was a specific time when I felt like my heart had been broken by someone and the girls took me to the beach and just sat. We watched the sun go down...it was beautiful. If God can do something like that than He can surely help me. Dr. Ken and Crystal treating Layla and I to breakfast Sunday mornings before diving, after runs. Our dive buddies and lawyer friends inspired me to go back to the states and be the best I can be. These friends helped my heart grow. They nourished it and showed me what I need to do to love others. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;20. Lastly, I remember when those high school kids died at Forbidden. It was very sad for me...I didn't know them, but my heart broke for those parents and families dealing with the unfortunate events life throws. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of other memories I wish I could write down, but I just jotted down the ones off the top of my head. This was fun! Thanks Sean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag- Ken&amp;amp;Crystal, Bev, and Rosana :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-302881413975981375?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/302881413975981375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=302881413975981375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/302881413975981375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/302881413975981375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged =)'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-6497444204039084655</id><published>2007-12-31T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:27:42.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY! for the holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R3mV4ZBnXwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5Kn7KiE5ML4/s1600-h/IMG_1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R3mV4ZBnXwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5Kn7KiE5ML4/s320/IMG_1812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150312444897746690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy New Year to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I love the holidays because I can live at home. I love being home with my family, sleeping in my own bed in my own room. I like the fact that I have a bath tub at my convenience, yes, a bath tub. I love the food that I get at home.....ahh...all the nourishment. I like that I can go to bed SUPER late and wake up SUPER late. I DONT HAVE TO STUDY!! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all I love that I'm reminded everywhere I go that Jesus was born for me. He lived here for me and saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in saying that ...be happy this holiday season. There's lots to be thankful for and a message to tell! Learn it, love it, and live it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6493261541595802598-6497444204039084655?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6497444204039084655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=6497444204039084655' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6497444204039084655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6497444204039084655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/yay-for-holiday.html' title='YAY! for the holiday!'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R3mV4ZBnXwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/5Kn7KiE5ML4/s72-c/IMG_1812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-5337240394621565176</id><published>2007-12-18T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T09:23:27.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My God Amazes Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R2f7nJBnXlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eEORwehDeAw/s1600-h/may-june07+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145357749150244434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R2f7nJBnXlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eEORwehDeAw/s320/may-june07+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the crazy kids (+and- a few) that stole my heart. During the holiday season I can't help but think of them. This time last year Barbara (SDA principal) handed me a CD with some music on it. I only had to teach these 5 years two songs, but who knew they had 5,000,000 words in them. I did everything in my power to help them learn. I prayed, sat them in a circle in their chairs, had hand motions, and lots of prizes. It came out great. Yes, some of the kids got scared during the performance and literally ran away, but heck--there were some that stayed up there the entire time and sang every word of those two songs. GO QUINCY and JONAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the children that stole my heart. These are the children that made me see Jesus for who He really is. These children are a piece of heaven, priceless as gold and as beautiful as the rose that sits outside my window. He made each of them very special and most importantly, He made that visable to me. I finally got it when I left. I learned how to accept on every level and even through imperfect children, I fell into deep love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just like the sun rises faithfully every morning over Bonzai my God stays faithful to me. He knew and still knows that I miss them every day. He knows that the e&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R2f_QJBnXnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Mq6klL18WFM/s1600-h/PIC_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145361752059764338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R2f_QJBnXnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Mq6klL18WFM/s320/PIC_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xperiences I had in Saipan that year I wouldn't have words to describe. God is faithful to stand by my side everyday, He puts a song in my heart and a smile on my face. God is good! He promises He will be the same yesterday, today, and forever. No need to worry about the days...He's in control if we let Him be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yea, the holiday season is hard when I think of what I was doing last year and how in love I was (and didn't know it), but God's shown a love that I didn't know existed. When He does that for you just take His gift and RUN! He just showed you a piece of Him!!! WOOHOO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-5337240394621565176?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5337240394621565176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=5337240394621565176' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5337240394621565176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5337240394621565176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-god-amazes-me.html' title='My God Amazes Me'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R2f7nJBnXlI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eEORwehDeAw/s72-c/may-june07+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-2153315189405886530</id><published>2007-12-17T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T09:30:18.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gut Feelings (gotta love em')</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Friday night I laid down around midnight, shut my eyes, and tried to go to sleep. At 12:30 I heard a deadly scream ....I opened my eyes and knew instantly something was wrong. Do you ever have those strong gut feelings? I did and jumped out of bed. I opened the door and there was a girl passed out, having a seizure. Her friend gathered around to get her away from the wall. Of course there wasn't enough room for me so I timed the seizure. It lasted a whole 61 seconds. CRAZY! I called the paramedics and they came and took her to the hospital. The moments were so intense. I'm glad that God gives strong gut feelings. Maybe they needed someone to call the ambulance. The paramedics did ask me how long it lasted. I'm glad I woke up and timed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grant used to tell me that he'd trust me while in Saipan when I'd have those gut feelings. I mean, sometimes they'd be good and sometimes really bad. The bad ones I'd have to watch out for. If I didn't listen to those then I'd end up in a nasty creek without a paddle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All quarter I've been having crazy gut feelings. Feelings about school, guys, driving, the "seizure incident." For instance there was this crazy guy, didn't look crazy, came into the coffee shop and he kept talking to me. Nothing wrong with that, right? I started getting those bad gut feelings and I asked him to leave me alone, but no way. He kept being really annoying...my gut kept telling me, "Britni, he's hitting on you. Get away from him." I so rudely walked off and told the cashier that he was bothering me. She asked him to leave and he made a big scene. Later, the cashier, who is now my friend, said he'd been in there all week bothering girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gut feelings....are they feelings that God gives you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it like a subconsious speaking to you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it like periferal vision? It's not directly seen, but you can definately see it coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I know is whatevers been happening this year God is protecting me. Me and my gut know each other so well. It's actually a very cool feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think God gives me ill or good feelings in my gut that tell my brain what to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-2153315189405886530?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2153315189405886530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=2153315189405886530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/2153315189405886530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/2153315189405886530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/gut-feelings-gotta-love-em.html' title='Gut Feelings (gotta love em&apos;)'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-7705881427096783431</id><published>2007-12-12T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:13:10.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 down 10 to go (quarters)</title><content type='html'>Final exams are finally OVER! I have just completed two quarters of OT school and it feels so good. I still wonder if I'll ever reach the day when I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the OT seniors final research presentations last week. They worked so hard and studied so hard for three years and finally a sigh of relief was breathed after they finished. They looked so relieved and happy to finally see their goal in sight. Just one more quarter of fieldwork and boards. "There is a light at the end of the tunnel" they reassured me....I can't wait for that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was in a lot of peoples prayers and well, I want to post this verse that helped me get through this hard time. I hope that it will help you. Thanks for your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 60:11-12&lt;br /&gt;"Give us help for the hard task; human help is worthless. In God we'll do our very best; he'll flatten the opposition for good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I ran another race, the Holiday Classic, here in Loma Linda. It was a total 9.2 miles. I finished in 1:29:43. I was one place away from getting a metal. HOW CRAZY IS THAT? I never thought I'd be able to run all that so fast. Thanks Dr. Ken!! You got me into this crazy sport =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteer at the hospital every week for about 3 hours. There's a man from Switzerland that moved to CA 2 months ago. He didn't speak much english and after living here 2 weeks, he got into a car accident. His spinal cord was damaged and he was told he might be a paraplegic. He went into surgery and worked hard in in-patient rehab. That's where I met him. I was going by his room one day and gave him a teddy bear from the rehab center. He was thrilled and promised me he'd work hard to let me see him walk again. I smiled and encouraged him.&lt;br /&gt;One month later I saw a man from the back walking down the hall. He turned around and said, "Hey Britni I can walk!! See me? I'm walking!!" I laughed and gave him a high five and said "You are incredible!" Two weeks after that I saw him again. He was being discharged from the hospital and left a note for me to meet him in the cafeteria. I did and he told me he had something for me in his room. We jogged to his room and he gave me a note. It said, "Thank you for the teddy bear. It was much appreciated. I will always remember the day you came in to encourage me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I volunteer. God can do amazing things in your life if you let Him. I was able to pray with this pt and encourage him the way that God encourages me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, he knows a lot more english because he was there for so long. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God give you peace this holiday season. Take a minute a recognize the goodness of friendship, family, and everyday blessings He showers on you. Have a very Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-7705881427096783431?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7705881427096783431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=7705881427096783431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/7705881427096783431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/7705881427096783431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-down-10-to-go-quarters.html' title='2 down 10 to go (quarters)'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-6931548463366820867</id><published>2007-11-30T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:09:27.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay Hall's Gingerbread Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Our dorm had a gingerbread house contest and someone made a little island hut :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminded me of a little island called Saipan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138897986102597010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R1EIfcadlZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YgiNXGAcJdw/s320/PIC_0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how cute is this!?! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-6931548463366820867?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6931548463366820867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=6931548463366820867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6931548463366820867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6931548463366820867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/lindsay-halls-gingerbread-island.html' title='Lindsay Hall&apos;s Gingerbread Island'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R1EIfcadlZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YgiNXGAcJdw/s72-c/PIC_0365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-3507423712415493158</id><published>2007-11-30T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T18:28:06.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Melissa :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R1DDocadlXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/i6fslPO8s34/s1600-R/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138822274419103090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R1DDocadlXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/p7C8aecdp3Y/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised one morning to find my good friend Melissa Polinar at sabbath school. Melissa sings, plays, and writes all her music. She has a beautiful soulful gospel sounding voice. I thank God for Melissa because many time in Saipan, when I felt so alone, her music lifted my soul. God graces us with many gifts. Melissa is the perfect example of using hers to highest power she possibly can. She has given it all to God, even when it was hard. She has blessed my life and many others through her music. Thank you Melissa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138823382520665474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R1DEo8adlYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PrfyJc5yQ30/s320/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Find your gift and use it ULTIMATELY for God! Don't give Him half of it, give it ALL of it! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a happy sabbath!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yea, if you want to hear Melissa visit her myspace at   &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/melissapolinar"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/melissapolinar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-3507423712415493158?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3507423712415493158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=3507423712415493158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/3507423712415493158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/3507423712415493158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-friend-melissa.html' title='My Friend Melissa :)'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/R1DDocadlXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/p7C8aecdp3Y/s72-c/DSC00178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-4656785773651755558</id><published>2007-11-22T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:26:35.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Inn 10k</title><content type='html'>Since everyones talking about running I suppose I have to write about my experience too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the the lopers do the LA Marathon we enter several small races starting in November. I ran my first small 10k race two weeks ago. The MISSION INN run. Art, my running "coach" and I got there in plenty of time to get our numbers and a good spot at the starting line.&lt;br /&gt;As the race started Art told me to slow down. I looked at him dumbly and said, "Are you crazy...this is down hill." He warned me that the first part of the race was downhill and somewhere around mile 4 we gradually hit a steady incline and a few tough hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like an idiot running slow on these downhills while David, my lab instructor from undergrad passed me up saying, "See ya at the finish" with a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal was to finish the 6.2 in under one hour which I did :)&lt;br /&gt;When I got tired Art always reminds me of reasons why I run, my grammy, she had post polio and is not able to run, myself, and my goals.&lt;br /&gt;I even passed David at mile 4.6 with a smile on MY face (HA) and I know that's not very nice of me...but heck, I'm human and it felt good!&lt;br /&gt;I finished overall #221 out of 751. Who knew there were 500 ppl behind me!&lt;br /&gt;AND I finished 6th in female runners for my age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess training pays off. I'm not fast, but I know I have the endurance to finish.&lt;br /&gt;SO....I encourage all of you that are doing the turkey runs this thanksgiving! Good luck and thank God for your legs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN DO IT!!! WOOHOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-4656785773651755558?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4656785773651755558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=4656785773651755558' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4656785773651755558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4656785773651755558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/mission-inn-10k.html' title='Mission Inn 10k'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-6072211857709485450</id><published>2007-10-28T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T16:50:22.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright....Time to catch up-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went on a camping trip two weekends ago with the second year dental students. We piled in a car and headed to Big Bear Lake. The "men" couldn't read the map, so the girls had to help get us there. There was a nice fire, since it was FREEZING outside, hot dogs, nice people, singing, worship, and best of all, S'mores. It started raining in the middle of the night, but it was all good. It reminded me of camping on Managaha with Missy and Layla (except a bit colder;) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126537037684569378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RyUeRjMSdSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SyusdpQhevQ/s320/DSCF2908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126537308267509042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RyUehTMSdTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/v8Eo-qF5Hnk/s320/DSCF2917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful weekend! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126537862318290242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RyUfBjMSdUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5THr3TNXRdc/s320/DSCF2955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second big thing happening is all the fires in CA. People have had to evacuate their homes. I've smelt fire for the past two weeks. Speaking of, I've had to run inside on the tredmile in fear my lungs would fail. No Good! I just completed mile 15 this morning :) GO LOPERS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, I got in a car accident last weekend and I thank God that I am okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something new- I'm taking a salsa dancing class with a friend...and I'm loving it :) First lesson was last week and so far, so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, please pray for me. I'm taking several mid-terms and making a presentation this week. I know I'm suppose to be here, but I want to do well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks guys!&lt;/div&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/6493261541595802598-6072211857709485450?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6072211857709485450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=6072211857709485450' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6072211857709485450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6072211857709485450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RyUeRjMSdSI/AAAAAAAAAHk/SyusdpQhevQ/s72-c/DSCF2908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-1511423373926511892</id><published>2007-10-26T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:11:25.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Post</title><content type='html'>Sorry about not posting lately. Life got really busy for awhile and I will work on it this weekend. (I promise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-1511423373926511892?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1511423373926511892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=1511423373926511892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1511423373926511892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1511423373926511892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/nothing-post.html' title='Nothing Post'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-5637618618884703038</id><published>2007-10-08T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:03:40.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gues what??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I RAN 12 MILES!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;WHOOO HOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foot update...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I do have &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to admit&lt;/span&gt; that my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;foot was killing me after that&lt;/span&gt; stressful 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I iced and elevated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it all day while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I studied Sunday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-5637618618884703038?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5637618618884703038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=5637618618884703038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5637618618884703038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5637618618884703038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/gues-what.html' title='Gues what??'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-6554523048908744249</id><published>2007-10-08T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:49:31.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Vespers take 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having an excuse to go to the beach twice in one week is great! It doesn't get any better then that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is getting harder and more overwhelming everyday. As soon as I feel like I have everything under control a professor adds on another assignment. I sometimes think, "What am I doing here?" I had many quizzes and papers due last week, but it came to an end with an peaceful breeze off the California coast reminding me that Jesus has a special plan for me at Loma Linda. The school provided veggie-dogs, corn, chips, drinks, and best of all, S'MORES! One of my favorite things in life is sitting by fire on a beach with friends making S'MORES (it brings back memories of pathfinders and outdoor school in Saipan). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of Corona Del Mar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119115631362120066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RwrAi2N9GYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/93ADTy6ikj0/s320/DSC02307.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Corona Del Mar....and all the beautiful homes along the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119116052268915090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RwrA7WN9GZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/WX-Sf_g8n70/s320/DSC02317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Amy and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119117014341589410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RwrBzWN9GaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ybade1N5sDc/s320/DSC02331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "cold faces"...it was very cold on the beach :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-6554523048908744249?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6554523048908744249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=6554523048908744249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6554523048908744249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6554523048908744249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/beach-vespers-take-2.html' title='Beach Vespers take 2'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RwrAi2N9GYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/93ADTy6ikj0/s72-c/DSC02307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-3854186458781364941</id><published>2007-09-30T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T10:55:12.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Vespers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rv_iSWN9GXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7rgq2bs2Jzg/s1600-h/PIC_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116056506545805682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rv_iSWN9GXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7rgq2bs2Jzg/s320/PIC_0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rv_h3WN9GWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bkgigxdWNbM/s1600-h/DSC02289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116056042689337698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rv_h3WN9GWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bkgigxdWNbM/s320/DSC02289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rv_hoGN9GVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/72rjVtY_VWo/s1600-h/DSC02284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116055780696332626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rv_hoGN9GVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/72rjVtY_VWo/s320/DSC02284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ruth (my roomie), me, and Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Eric invited me to the beach with the church group for vespers Saturday afternoon. So being me I invited two other of my friends, Ruth and Amy. We had so much fun. The trip down there was fun. Eric is a big tease....at least I hope he was teasing me. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a beautiful sunset (which doesn't compare to Saipan, btw), some songs, a quick talk about God and his creation, and prayer we went to eat. I was hungry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made friends at a Mexican restraunt with two other girls from Washington, Melanie and Christina, and three more people from Argentina, Silvana, Miguel, and Claudio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful time and it feels good to have new friends to love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116055544473131330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rv_haWN9GUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5MEfoTCj9y4/s320/DSC02281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Amy and I found an incredibly long piece of seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116054973242480946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rv_g5GN9GTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/f_LidfPgcCI/s320/PIC_0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Eric, Amy, Ruth, and Gizmo (he's a trip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116054586695424290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rv_gimN9GSI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UuHNF7bdrgU/s320/PIC_0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lovely volunteers for song service :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-3854186458781364941?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3854186458781364941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=3854186458781364941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/3854186458781364941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/3854186458781364941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/beach-vespers.html' title='Beach Vespers'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rv_iSWN9GXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7rgq2bs2Jzg/s72-c/PIC_0354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-8220950274991807988</id><published>2007-09-30T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T10:38:07.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My foot feels better this week. I ran a GRAND totaly of 9 MILES!!! That's so lame. Sorry guys...I'll do better this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the comments on my foot. I believe I've just bruised it or maybe had some tensed muscles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to talk to Dr. Ken and Crystal last night. THANKS guys! They gave me good advice to not work it to hard. You two are wonderful :) They didn't make me feel so guilty about missing meeting 4 with the running club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got new shoes, socks, and a therapy ball that's suppose to help. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116052452096678162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rv_emWN9GRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PbhEbiNE6pQ/s320/31116462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-8220950274991807988?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8220950274991807988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=8220950274991807988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/8220950274991807988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/8220950274991807988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rv_emWN9GRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PbhEbiNE6pQ/s72-c/31116462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-8931575877185333966</id><published>2007-09-30T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T10:31:27.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week at the church I go to they talked about friendship. How is friendship different then marriage? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone knows I'm not married and no where near making that comittment, but I love friends. I love having them and being there for them. They are healthy and keep me sane in my crazy life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of my best friends from college are Christine Ragnauth and Marco Pinder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was privilaged to see them both over my school "break." I hadn't talked to them in some time, but with friends I can pick up right where I left off. That's what I love about these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marco is one of the coolest and closest friend I have. I remember the day we met in SWAU band class. He was really good on his saxaphone. I forgot what I told him, but I'm sure it was something embarrassing. After that we became closer and closer. I've seen Marco struggle, I've seen him mad, happy, I've seen him date different girls...I give my opinions about those to :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't imagine my life without his friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a good listener, he tells me when I'm wrong, and best of all he's generous. I don't mean he gives me lots of gift and "stuff," but what I mean is whatever he's doing whether listening, giving me a hug, or whatever he does it generously. I really love this guy. That's what makes our friendship. (oh yea, and he's going to med school :)...he's very smart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116048925928528130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rv_bZGN9GQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X5XVwq8sAbE/s320/DSC01213.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Ti (another great friend), Me, and Marco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now with Christine she loves to talk and listen, she's encouraging, and she'll try anything. I love this about her. That's what makes our friendship grow....She calls to encourage, I call to listen, and well, when I want an adventure, she's in! &lt;/div&gt;Unfortunately I don't have a picture of her on my computer. Sorry guys! She's beautiful and is Indian. Use your imagination :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to the question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not sure how their different (other than intimacy and stuff..), but I hope I marry a friend. Right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Friends are like pillars on your porch. Sometimes they hold you up and sometimes they lean on you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-8931575877185333966?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8931575877185333966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=8931575877185333966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/8931575877185333966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/8931575877185333966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rv_bZGN9GQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/X5XVwq8sAbE/s72-c/DSC01213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-5805477802972496761</id><published>2007-09-18T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:35:42.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone help me??</title><content type='html'>I've been running a lot lately. Sunday morning I did 10 miles and towards the end my foot started hurting really bad. (so I walked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have suggestions for what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain is on the bottom towards my heel....It's been two days and it hurts more today (tuesday) than it did on Sunday or Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped running since and have iced it every night. I try not to walk so much, but I need to get better to keep up my marathon training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone help? please??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-5805477802972496761?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5805477802972496761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=5805477802972496761' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5805477802972496761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5805477802972496761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/someone-help-me.html' title='someone help me??'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-7428017461340576962</id><published>2007-09-18T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:28:29.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter #1 finished with smiles :)</title><content type='html'>One quarter down....a billion more to go..(ahhh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished my first quarter at LLU (with success!) and have been given a two week break. My parents flew me home last Friday. It felt nice to sleep in my own bed, take a bath in my own tub, and open a refrigerator filled with endless GOODNESS. I can eat whatever I want, wake up when I want, and I don't have to study. :) I finally have time to answer the phone and talk to old friends, write e-mails, and watch TV. Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a pic of me and my sister the Sabbath morning after I arrived in Dallas. I was a little tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111735583914183826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RvCIbjDtzJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-iEwhfBxrus/s320/IMG_0559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my puppy- His name is Zues, but I call him "zuesical the musical." What's not to love?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111734815115037810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RvCHuzDtzHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/QMe-YpYk2AY/s320/IMG_0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111735266086603906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RvCIJDDtzII/AAAAAAAAAF8/vSe54UdzZsU/s320/IMG_0586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't he just so cute! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-7428017461340576962?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7428017461340576962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=7428017461340576962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/7428017461340576962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/7428017461340576962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/quarter-1-finished-with-smiles.html' title='Quarter #1 finished with smiles :)'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RvCIbjDtzJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-iEwhfBxrus/s72-c/IMG_0559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-4024109587204388410</id><published>2007-09-03T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T10:49:05.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TB vrs. DT</title><content type='html'>I moved back to the states from Saipan excited to get some Taco Bell. SURPRISE! CA doesn't like Taco Bell. They like Del Taco.&lt;br /&gt;Differences&lt;br /&gt;TB has running beans mexican.&lt;br /&gt;DT has whole pinto beans. (yuck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DT has a cheap menu. (eh)&lt;br /&gt;TB has a cheaper menu. (woot woot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DT doesn't have apple emanadas. (what were they thinking?)&lt;br /&gt;TB does. (yum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TB has cute little sauce packets that keep you entertained on road trips. (fun for everyone)&lt;br /&gt;DT does not. (no fun for everyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TB is open til 2 am. (TB anytime!)&lt;br /&gt;DT is not. (boo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe my arugment isn't very good, but I still love Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;Simply,&lt;br /&gt;CA does too, they will realize that one day :) and build many of them here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-4024109587204388410?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4024109587204388410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=4024109587204388410' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4024109587204388410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4024109587204388410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/tb-vrs-dt.html' title='TB vrs. DT'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-1057870491873429033</id><published>2007-09-03T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T10:35:44.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Adventures</title><content type='html'>While I lived in Saipan I had exciting adventures. We'd hop in the back of Old Rusty and have a good ole' adventure. Whether it'd be hiking, scuba diving, taking the kids to the beach, driving to bonzai, or going to Joeten we had an adventure. We met new people, loved life, and laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I try to do those things as much as I can. Me and my girlfriends jumped in the car on Saturday morning to head to the beach. It was Ruth's, my roomies, choice of beach this time. She had to pick Laguna. I knew it'd be crowded, because of Labor day weekend. In knew the water would be cold and the sun "MIGHT" be out, but I was in desperate need of an adventure. As we drove closer to laguna we ran into some detour signs on the road. Funny thing is, when you normally run into "detour" signs they lead you around to get to the same place. Not these detour signs. They didn't take us anywhere! We were lost and we knew we were within 1o minutes of the beach. I could smell the salt in the air.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at a Del Taco, because they don't eat Taco Bell here. That's another beef I have with this place, but I won't get into that now. Anyways- we stopped to get directions. We got them and went on our way. It took us 2 hours to get to the beach that was 10 minutes away. I really wasn't in the mood for the beach after that. It wasn't an adventure anymore---&lt;br /&gt;It was crowded and to get away from the crowds I jumped in the cold water. Surprisingly I LOVED it. I had so much fun jumping the waves and talking to this surfer girl. She gave me some marathon tips from her last run and encouraged me to keep going. :)&lt;br /&gt;My day turned out to be A-OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best adventures aren't planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics in a bit. Peace out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-1057870491873429033?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1057870491873429033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=1057870491873429033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1057870491873429033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1057870491873429033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/exciting-adventures.html' title='Exciting Adventures'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-5769718563826019453</id><published>2007-08-26T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:27:36.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll run til' I die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RtI14-VUTFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vx5d3zwaetY/s1600-h/logo%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103200580685548626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RtI14-VUTFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vx5d3zwaetY/s320/logo%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I joined a marathon training team, The Loma Linda Lopers. It's been a dream of mine to complete an entire marathon. It all started when Dr. Ken, in Saipan, inspired me to do this. He told me that lots of people do it and I could definately do it. Then I started running with Layla. She was my faithful running partner while I lived in Saipan. We'd run almost every night from "The taco place" to the clinic and back. We got really good at it. My only problem was that my shoes were not so good and I'd often get leg cramps. Layla kept me going and I'd keep her going. When I moved here my dad bought me new shoes and I started running again. I started with 2 miles every night and well, now I do close to 5 everyday. I never thought I could do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning the Lopers told me that I would need something to keep me going...someone or something, because at mile 18 it gets tough. If I have something to keep me motivated I'll finish the race strong. While I'm running I often thing of all sorts of things, my grammy who has polio who's never been able to run, my kindergarten class in Saipan, Jesus and what he did for me, the men and women suffering from cancer, those that inspired me to keep running, etc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could run for many reason. If you have a motivating suggestion please let me know. I'd love to get some input...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also made a cool new friend. His name is Art (he even has a cool name!). He is in the Lopers to train for his 48th marathon. This dude is AMAZING! I started to drag on the last hill this morning and Art slowed down and handed me his water. He said, "drink." So I did...he said, "no, more!" I did, he said, "no more! Drink it up!" He told me I could stop anytime I wanted to (reverse psychology ;)) I knew I didn't need to. I kept going and the last quarter mile we sprinted ahead of everyone. As we sprinted he was yelling, "don't let them see your weakness!!" hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished 7 miles strong! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Dr. Ken and Layla for keeping me running :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-5769718563826019453?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5769718563826019453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=5769718563826019453' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5769718563826019453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5769718563826019453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-run-til-i-die.html' title='I&apos;ll run til&apos; I die'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RtI14-VUTFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/vx5d3zwaetY/s72-c/logo%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-332370685953286672</id><published>2007-08-16T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T16:56:01.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Stars, Big Cars, Lots of $$</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RsTh--VUTCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gsrNIut7Ego/s1600-h/PIC_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099449150090791970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RsTh--VUTCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gsrNIut7Ego/s320/PIC_0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hollywood here I come!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend I got an invite from my good friend, Tenessa. She told me how her and her sister were getting their hairs cut in Hollywood just for fun and they wanted me to come. I figured it would be fun and well, it was "alright." I had fun strolling the blvd and gazing in the windows of overpriced stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My conclusions is; if I had the money to spend on fancy clothes and really nice cars I wouldn't. My money would go to the church, missions, Breast Cancer foundation, worthy students, education, etc... you get the idea. It was fun for a day, but I couldn't keep the life "they" live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RsTiq-VUTDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/C6Py1ySi2f0/s1600-h/PIC_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099449906005036082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RsTiq-VUTDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/C6Py1ySi2f0/s320/PIC_0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since there are individuals that complain I never post pictures of myself. Here is a picture of me and my friend at a restraunt. (enjoy!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099450563135032386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RsTjROVUTEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u0ZQKsRIzeI/s320/PIC_0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-332370685953286672?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/332370685953286672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=332370685953286672' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/332370685953286672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/332370685953286672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-stars-big-cars-lots-of.html' title='Big Stars, Big Cars, Lots of $$'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RsTh--VUTCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gsrNIut7Ego/s72-c/PIC_0320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-4961884399604070784</id><published>2007-08-12T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:16:02.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new protector</title><content type='html'>I've learned that every place I live has their creepy little animals. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rr-r0oFxO5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/MMRzW8X347I/s1600-h/shrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097982223809854354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rr-r0oFxO5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/MMRzW8X347I/s320/shrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Saipan is&lt;br /&gt;was the horrid shrew would run across my classroom and disrupt whatever attention I had from the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rr-sFYFxO6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/LPdwc0w6T4s/s1600-h/slug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097982511572663202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rr-sFYFxO6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/LPdwc0w6T4s/s320/slug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then for ten years I lived in Houston, Texas. Their creepy animal was the slug. Everywhere you went...slugs everywhere!! I'd forget to put on shoes and have a nice surprise when I'd step outside. My mother started sprinkling salt crystals everywhere after it happened to her. :) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For another 10 years I lived in Dallas, Texas. Their animal is none other then the possum. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rr-seYFxO7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/krmbhONG74U/s1600-h/possum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097982941069392818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rr-seYFxO7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/krmbhONG74U/s320/possum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember one time a possum got in our front yard. Our dog attacked and killed it. My dad had to shovel it to the back yard. As it was "dead" in the shovel, all of sudden woke up and moaned. Little did we know, possums play dead. My dad had to beat the little varmit to it's death with the shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East Texas has nasty little armadillos everywhere! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rr-tI4FxO8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-epb0hwojOU/s1600-h/armadillos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097983671213833154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rr-tI4FxO8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/-epb0hwojOU/s320/armadillos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One time I was in the woods on my grandparents property and I found a "herd of em!" There was a pack of 5 family armidillos. Babies, moms, dads, cousins, uncles, etc...you name it and it was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North Texas has lots of coons! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rr-t1IFxO9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/lW0sjWwnr7w/s1600-h/coon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097984431423044562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rr-t1IFxO9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/lW0sjWwnr7w/s320/coon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, the coon might be dangerous, but he's OOH so cute! I don't really have a problem with the coon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. These animals are seen almost anywhere in America, but I'm simply telling you where I've seen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're probably wondering where this is going. There is a point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a new Loma Linda friend. I call him Pepe Le Peu ....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rr-umIFxO-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/6oa1UTZNsJQ/s1600-h/skunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097985273236634594" style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" height="142" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rr-umIFxO-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/6oa1UTZNsJQ/s320/skunk.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's been following me many nights now. I walk from the library to the dorm and there he is. Every night watching out for me. He's beautiful and dangerous. I can't get to close...he might spray me with that horrendous rank smell. I'd like to think he's watching out for me ready to spray any one that tries to attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What animal stocks your home?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-4961884399604070784?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4961884399604070784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=4961884399604070784' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4961884399604070784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4961884399604070784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-new-protector.html' title='My new protector'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rr-r0oFxO5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/MMRzW8X347I/s72-c/shrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-6954237988171266990</id><published>2007-08-07T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T16:26:06.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saipan</title><content type='html'>Have you ever missed being somewhere so much that you wished you could freeze time and visit that place and come back, unfreeze, and not miss a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've felt like that for the past week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been happening that keep reminding me of Saipan. I know that there are only few people that understand how heart breaking it is to leave Saipan after you've made friends and an island family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss surprising Uncle Dennis and Aunt Judy with cookies, Uncle Mark and Aunt Tammy's dives, Tacos with the gang, Sunday morning runs w/ the Piersons, watching deep blue with Greg, teasing John, singing with Grant, Pastor Eliki's crazy smile when he get's excited, oh yea and who can forget the Schmidt's and their beautiful home, visiting Kinder parents, eating great foods, endless nights of The OC with the girls, vespers at the Maycocks, Aunt Judy's attempted excuse to get me out of prior comittments :), singing so loud and dancing so hard with kindergarten, Alvins hugs, Quincy's smile, Cryus' knowledge, Goodman's behavior (yes, believe it or not, i miss it), Jonah's beautiful eyes and how he'd get bashful when I'd tell him that, I miss the church and helping teach, forgetting to bring food for potluck (oops), laughing so hard with Barbara when the "ice cakey man" tried to argue in fron of the church (haha), and of course, the GORGEOUS sunrises Saturday mornings on Bonzai....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear, the list could go on for days-(I won't put you through that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you guys! You will always be held close to my heart. Thank you for the good times :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are some of my favorite little people on Saipan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rrj7vIFxO4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PINDPlfakqc/s1600-h/IMG_2450%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096099765413821314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rrj7vIFxO4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PINDPlfakqc/s320/IMG_2450%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay- this is your time to leave encouraging words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just playing- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't my kiddos cute??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-6954237988171266990?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6954237988171266990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=6954237988171266990' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6954237988171266990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6954237988171266990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/saipan.html' title='Saipan'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rrj7vIFxO4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/PINDPlfakqc/s72-c/IMG_2450%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-695592082314740134</id><published>2007-08-05T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:00:37.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My good week in a nut shell</title><content type='html'>This week many good things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;And I will tell you all about them....in order of my excitement (1 being the most).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ken and Crystal were kind enough to share their limited time with me while in LL. We drank Boba tea at the park. I got to meet Kens dog. AND best of all I got to spend the time with some of my most favorite people in the universe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ken and Crystal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rra1FoFxO3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/TJOhtnh8L-o/s1600-h/IMG_0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095459136681884530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rra1FoFxO3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/TJOhtnh8L-o/s320/IMG_0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I passed Gross Antomy. Looking back on those late nights in the library, someone drilling me on orgin, insertion, nerve innervation, and action of every muscle in the body, I can honestly say I don't miss it at all! I'M FINISHED with that mess-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sunday I got to talk to Krystal, one of my best friends from undergrad, and Christine, my best friend. I haven't talked to them in weeks. Christine was driving back from a fun trip to Oklahoma with her mom, brother, and baby cousin. Krystal is driving to California Monday morning and I might actually get to see her this weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I discovered the Drayson's dry sauna this morning after my swim. It was truly A-Mazing! I don't know what it is about sweating, but I kind of like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lastly, the man at starbucks gave me a vente for the price of a tall. It was my lucky day folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-695592082314740134?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/695592082314740134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=695592082314740134' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/695592082314740134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/695592082314740134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-good-week-in-nut-shell.html' title='My good week in a nut shell'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rra1FoFxO3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/TJOhtnh8L-o/s72-c/IMG_0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-5521853133709361278</id><published>2007-07-29T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:36:00.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>United by Tragedy</title><content type='html'>In 1998 Swissair Flight 111 crashed into the North Atlantic Ocean just off the coast of Nova Scotia. Two hundred twenty-nine people died, one whole family of 5, another family of 6, a baby, a teenage boy headed on an adventure, and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend I met the man who's teenage boy died in this tragic accident. He told me his story and then gave me his book signed. Dr. David Wilkins is an Opthamologist in Loma Linda CA. His book tells the tragedy so well and also makes a dynamic point. He tells of how his family found a "relunctant-fraturnity' of people who didn't know them but knew their pain and reached out to share in their suffering...God does not leave us alone." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd recommend reading this book. It will inspire you as it did me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In the aftermath of the crash of Swissair Flight 111, one-time stragers found themselves...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;United By Tragedy&lt;/strong&gt;" by David Wilkins with Cecil Murphey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;R.I.P. Monte Wilkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rq0wRYFxO1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/4uaQ37D__h8/s1600-h/lalonde_427_small%2520monument.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rq0yNYFxO2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/6n6NuSumJ7Q/s1600-h/wilkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092781959012236130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rq0yNYFxO2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/6n6NuSumJ7Q/s320/wilkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6493261541595802598-5521853133709361278?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5521853133709361278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=5521853133709361278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5521853133709361278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5521853133709361278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/united-by-tragedy.html' title='United by Tragedy'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rq0yNYFxO2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/6n6NuSumJ7Q/s72-c/wilkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-4434873029462985072</id><published>2007-07-22T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:04:23.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer vacation</title><content type='html'>My parents and little sister spent their "summer vacation" in Southern CA this year because my bother and I are here. I am in school and he's starts in a week or so. We both can't leave to meet the rest of the family, so they come to us. I think it's pretty nice because they stayed in Palm Springs and theirs nothing their unless you golf. They don't golf- lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both this weekend and last I stayed with my parents in their condo in Palm Springs. Both weekends we had a blast hiking, eating out, watching movies, swimming, and basically doing nothing. It was great...we had no plan or event we had to be at. We did what we wanted when we wanted to. In fact, I've done the best I've ever done on the tests I had in Anatomy. I love hanging out with my family. It's relaxing to not have to think about school and to be in someones company who loves you.&lt;br /&gt;My mom said something this weekend that I thought I'd share with you. She said, "It's better to go through life in pairs/groups then by yourself." There are hard things in life like, school, jobs, people, church, etc....whatever it may be know that it's better to have someone with you. In my life I instantly thought of school. If I was trying to do it by myself I would suck; God is there, my family, several friends that never fail to encourage me, my church family, Grants weekend phone calls, grammys e-mails...the list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure you're not by yourself whatevers going on in your life. :) It makes it a lot easier to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of the "vacation"&lt;br /&gt;This is the view outside of their condo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RqOlPoFxOwI/AAAAAAAAADM/rsBTRrXiUi0/s1600-h/PIC_0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090093691737029378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RqOlPoFxOwI/AAAAAAAAADM/rsBTRrXiUi0/s320/PIC_0271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RqOkaYFxOvI/AAAAAAAAADE/JcGp75UttwI/s1600-h/PIC_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090092776908995314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RqOkaYFxOvI/AAAAAAAAADE/JcGp75UttwI/s320/PIC_0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the SDA summer camp, Cedar Falls, we found on our way up to Big Bear. They let us hike around and we found some really beautiful water falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RqOluoFxOxI/AAAAAAAAADU/VUjSir8Snvg/s1600-h/PIC_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090094224312974098" style="CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RqOluoFxOxI/AAAAAAAAADU/VUjSir8Snvg/s320/PIC_0280.JPG" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the gang- dad, Ben, and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RqOmYoFxOyI/AAAAAAAAADc/nmoJjI7El7I/s1600-h/PIC_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090094945867479842" style="CURSOR: hand" height="210" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RqOmYoFxOyI/AAAAAAAAADc/nmoJjI7El7I/s320/PIC_0286.JPG" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and pops :) (sorry it's a little blurry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RqOnGYFxOzI/AAAAAAAAADk/ypLrw66YYII/s1600-h/PIC_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090095731846495026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RqOnGYFxOzI/AAAAAAAAADk/ypLrw66YYII/s320/PIC_0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the waterfall. I had to hike up to it and then climb that fallen tree. It was cool =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RqOnxoFxO0I/AAAAAAAAADs/PK8Ir_pyFkM/s1600-h/PIC_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090096474875837250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RqOnxoFxO0I/AAAAAAAAADs/PK8Ir_pyFkM/s320/PIC_0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My crazy sister being silly=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-4434873029462985072?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4434873029462985072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=4434873029462985072' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4434873029462985072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4434873029462985072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-parents-and-little-sister-spent.html' title='Summer vacation'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RqOlPoFxOwI/AAAAAAAAADM/rsBTRrXiUi0/s72-c/PIC_0271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-297452067435205051</id><published>2007-07-17T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:04:54.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My great date with Mai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love Ms. Odiyar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My good friend Mai came to visit me at LLU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to reminence about the good times spent in saipan. I love this girl to death. She told me some of her ideas for her class next year. They sounded great. Mai- you will be amazing and I will be praying for you every step of the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met up with some of her friends and ate ice cream in a park (honestly I was a little creeped out by the homeless men walking around so we left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088336451104070866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rp1nCwm63NI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GYWkQRB46Lk/s320/IMG_1438.jpg" border="0" /&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/6493261541595802598-297452067435205051?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/297452067435205051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=297452067435205051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/297452067435205051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/297452067435205051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-great-date-with-mai.html' title='My great date with Mai'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rp1nCwm63NI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GYWkQRB46Lk/s72-c/IMG_1438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-1411427311831430797</id><published>2007-07-15T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:37:04.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th weekend</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is a little late, but last weekend (July 7-8) me, Ruth, Cassi, and Merrie went to Merrie's cousins house. (THE Knutson's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merrie had told us all about this wonderful family she was related to and how we had to meet them. We decided on whim to go to the beach and stay the night at Dr. Knutson's house. We didn't know him or his family, but Merrie said it was okay, so then it had to be "okay." We didn't argue...we needed a weekend out. Sabbath morning we headed out on our adventure to Del Mar beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, Dr. K and his family were so sweet, fed us, and gave us a tour of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rpr-Bgm63KI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hq6zO4-li7w/s1600-h/DSC02155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087658030954896546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rpr-Bgm63KI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hq6zO4-li7w/s320/DSC02155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rpr9yQm63JI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZS-Lq0lhSvc/s1600-h/DSC02149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087657768961891474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rpr9yQm63JI/AAAAAAAAACU/ZS-Lq0lhSvc/s320/DSC02149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Knutsons are faithful divers of the South Pacific. We had lots to talk about since I was an SM there this last year. Mrs. K was an SM in Thailand while in college and her son Mike was an SM last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rpr9Vgm63II/AAAAAAAAACM/2dc9Ko4bNyQ/s1600-h/DSC02148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087657275040652418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rpr9Vgm63II/AAAAAAAAACM/2dc9Ko4bNyQ/s320/DSC02148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their beautiful BIG dog Lizzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rpr9FAm63HI/AAAAAAAAACE/fJWTT4TOj3Q/s1600-h/DSC02140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087656991572810866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rpr9FAm63HI/AAAAAAAAACE/fJWTT4TOj3Q/s320/DSC02140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The K's have three sons. TJ married, Mike is headed to Dental school in Sept here at LLU, and Mark is a senior in highschool. Mark was kind enough to let the girls stay in his room. We totally took it over. Pillows, blankets, clothes, anything you can think of was everywhere. This guy is cool. Thanks Mark!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabbath afternoon the "guys" took us surfing. This is one of their many "water" hobbies. We loaded the surf boards and hit the water. Surfing is way harder then it looks....I remember Grant took me August last year and it was fun because the water was warm and the sun was shinning bright (even if I wasn't very good).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This surfing experience was a little different. The waves crashed into our bodies hard....the water was cold. The clouds covered the sun- It sucked! When we all decided we had had enough we headed to the hot tub. You didn't have to ask Ruth and I twice. We were the first in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087662184188271810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RpsBzQm63MI/AAAAAAAAACs/vlkuqXTrkWc/s320/DSC02137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me on the COLD Del Mar beach-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087661127626316978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RpsA1wm63LI/AAAAAAAAACk/boSgRc0KScM/s320/DSC02141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here are the gals- Me, Cassi, and Ruth (and yes, I am very cold....and have found my new love...Surfing-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly we didn't get any photo's of the Knutson's. As we drove off we realized that we didn't even get a photo with this wonderful family. No worries though, we'll be back for more fun soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thank God for wonderful Christians like the Knutsons. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6493261541595802598-1411427311831430797?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1411427311831430797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=1411427311831430797' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1411427311831430797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1411427311831430797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-this-is-little-late-but-last.html' title='July 4th weekend'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Rpr-Bgm63KI/AAAAAAAAACc/Hq6zO4-li7w/s72-c/DSC02155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-5884023363172224599</id><published>2007-07-13T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:50:17.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last random 8...this is so random</title><content type='html'>I guess I've been tagged by Bev (thanks Bev...this is a fun study break!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last concert I went to- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;...a violin concert last weekend. The violinist is a 12 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prodigy&lt;/span&gt;. It was very nice indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last purchase was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vege-&lt;/span&gt;meatball sub at the patio pantry with some yummy mango juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last time I got pulled over...well, that's never happened to me. Closest thing was I ran a red and a camera took my picture. (so I smiled :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last TV show I watched was maybe either Survivor or Lost with Sean. (yes, it's been that long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last Drink: zero coke-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last song played on my "ZEN"...Melissa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Polinar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last time I cried: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;- I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sucha&lt;/span&gt; baby. I cried yesterday :( I think something inside me loves it when I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last phone call I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;: From my momma telling me they landed in CA safe and are coming to see me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-5884023363172224599?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5884023363172224599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=5884023363172224599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5884023363172224599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5884023363172224599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-random-8this-is-so-random.html' title='Last random 8...this is so random'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-2201756064623642327</id><published>2007-07-06T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T19:15:22.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fourth consisted of study--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've realized that in graduate school you really have no life. Good thing our teachers end school at noon on Fridays to observe sabbath hours. Our tests are completed on Fridays, so that gives us a free weekend. We can do whatever we want....even if that means sleep ALL day! (which I have done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend was my first official sabbath. I found a church that I really like. Surprisingly, I acutally knew the pastor. I love the music and sermons and people. Everyone was/is so friendly. I ended up sitting next to two of my TAs (teachers assistants) in church. Cassi (my PT friend) went with me. She's one of the funniest gals I know. There's never a dull moment when she's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;around. We all went to eat at CPK afterwards. It was good to make new friends. That's one of the worst things about moving to new places. You have to start over and make friends (so far, so good though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;note- thanks to those who encourage me and spend hours on the phone with me;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai Rhea, my friend from Saipan is coming next weekend. I plan to have Boba tea with her. My parents are also coming to visit. I can't wait to see them either. I've talked to them almost everyday on the phone so far. They keep telling me "you can do it...just keep studying one day at a time"...haha...I think the encouragement and suppose really work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of me and my new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Ruth (my roomie, also OT), and CJ (a friend in the PTA program) My friend Cassi has a pool in her kitchen....HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084270794103226914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Ro71WYBqgiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_5dxyid2lp4/s320/DSC02116.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My beautiful friends- Ruth and Cassi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084271498477863474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Ro71_YBqgjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hxYNq6DrrdA/s320/DSC02118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-2201756064623642327?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2201756064623642327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=2201756064623642327' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/2201756064623642327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/2201756064623642327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-fourth-consisted-of-study.html' title='My fourth consisted of study--'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/Ro71WYBqgiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_5dxyid2lp4/s72-c/DSC02116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-5504094792527808074</id><published>2007-06-22T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T15:53:51.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first week- FINALLY OVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Here's the scoop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just completed my first week of gross anatomy. I've never study so much, learned so much, and been so stressed out in one week. I just finished my first written and practical test today. (eeeekk!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This class is very intense. We cover avg. 20 pages of the syllabus a day and then have a "hands-on" lab. In lab we disect cadavers and then every friday are tested over everything we learned. In the test we have 60 seconds to answer a question like, "what is the insertion and orgin of this muscle?" (the muscle is tagged)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was very stressful. 70 questions total/35 cadavers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other then that I am doing okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pics....Enjoy and have a fantastic weekend!&lt;br /&gt;My view- Loma Linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079023421141807106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnxQ5EcL8AI/AAAAAAAAABM/m421PcQIRSk/s320/DSC02095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Me in front of my dorm :) where there are so many hummingbirds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079023756149256210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnxRMkcL8BI/AAAAAAAAABU/thYKJ_oVd78/s320/DSC02110.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My roomie- Ruth Duran :) (she's super fun and super smart!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079024245775527970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnxRpEcL8CI/AAAAAAAAABc/JDDGHIUc8qw/s320/DSC02112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The hospital and medical/dental school. Most of my classes not here...haha&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079024709631995954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnxSEEcL8DI/AAAAAAAAABk/iwhzqZsBoGE/s320/DSC02097.JPG" border="0" /&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/6493261541595802598-5504094792527808074?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5504094792527808074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=5504094792527808074' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5504094792527808074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5504094792527808074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-everyone-heres-scoop-i-just.html' title='the first week- FINALLY OVER!'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnxQ5EcL8AI/AAAAAAAAABM/m421PcQIRSk/s72-c/DSC02095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-5943137887461736496</id><published>2007-06-17T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T17:44:11.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new friend, The Drayson Center</title><content type='html'>Happy fathers day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad actually left on a plane back to Texas on Saturday. I had a good time while he was here. He spent lots of money taking Ben and I out to eat :) He made sure I had everything I needed. He even gave me a car! Fathers are an amazing gift from God. Don't forget to thank God for your fathers=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those lazy days. In Saipan, days like this would be spent at Java Joes. My "spot" was the little booth in the corner of the coffee shop. Me, my coffee, and internet. I was content. I'm not in Saipan anymore. *sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at the ceiling from my bed and wished I could sleep all day. I got up. Finished some online class work and then headed to the Drayson Center. I thought I'd check it out. Maybe run a couple miles...relieve the stress. Ya know? The Drayson is decieving- it looks small, but it really isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that think you went to a school with a great gym, I'm here to tell you that your gym doesn't compare to mine. =) Mine is THE GREATEST GYM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Britni's first official tour of THE Drayson Center. The Drayson Center consist of several offices, classrooms, a student lounge, 5 racketball courts, a weight room, an aerobic room, several aerobic classrooms, guys/girls locker rooms, 2 pools, a sauna, jacuzzi, 4 tennis courts, huge open fields for soccer/football/baseball, 2 beach volleyball courts, indoor track, 4 indoor basketball courts, and my personal favorite a sports massage room. I love the Drayson Center!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnXSrEcL7_I/AAAAAAAAABE/dpEpehSUw2Y/s1600-h/draysonday%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077195792298274802" style="WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="156" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnXSrEcL7_I/AAAAAAAAABE/dpEpehSUw2Y/s320/draysonday%5B1%5D.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave me so much energy that I had no problem running 3 miles. AHH....working out isn't a task anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tip of the day---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your ever going to move to Southern California you're going to have to drink 3 times as much water in a normal day. If you workout drink 5 times as much. It's the hottest place in the United States. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-5943137887461736496?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5943137887461736496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=5943137887461736496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5943137887461736496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/5943137887461736496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-new-friend-drayson-center.html' title='My new friend, The Drayson Center'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnXSrEcL7_I/AAAAAAAAABE/dpEpehSUw2Y/s72-c/draysonday%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-6720260335035438152</id><published>2007-06-15T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T16:12:19.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the Adventure to LL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnMYm0cL75I/AAAAAAAAAAU/C4wHttU09vI/s1600-h/may-june07+235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076428260167643026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnMYm0cL75I/AAAAAAAAAAU/C4wHttU09vI/s320/may-june07+235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (above) Texas to my right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(below) Mexico to my left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076428741203980194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnMZC0cL76I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Bji_UO85uIo/s320/may-june07+237.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (below) This is part of West Texas...see not so bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076427551498039170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnMX9kcL74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7kiqlASR1II/s320/may-june07+240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beautiful windmills. This doesn't look like millions...but there was. I promise :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076429608787374002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnMZ1UcL77I/AAAAAAAAAAk/4Q0fJE3sE6o/s320/may-june07+241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076430961702072258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnMbEEcL78I/AAAAAAAAAAs/SK4-UebaRwU/s320/may-june07+246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076431507162918866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnMbj0cL79I/AAAAAAAAAA0/YQF4vq_m0k0/s320/may-june07+244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I couldn't really get a picture of the cactus..but this gives you an idea of what they look like. Just imagine hundreds of them. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076431902299910114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnMb60cL7-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/mjagKjlGt3o/s320/02_BigCactus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-6720260335035438152?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6720260335035438152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=6720260335035438152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6720260335035438152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/6720260335035438152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/above-texas-to-my-right.html' title='Pictures from the Adventure to LL'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icDmzdYB2Wg/RnMYm0cL75I/AAAAAAAAAAU/C4wHttU09vI/s72-c/may-june07+235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-1830900873727338780</id><published>2007-06-13T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:42:34.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert, Desert Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>I woke up early this morning to load the car and head out to Loma Linda University in Southern California. Those of you that thought Texas was a desert...well, your right. I have to admit West Texas is a LARGE/dry/barren desert. I thought that New Mexico and Arizona would get a little more interesting ...well, not really. Still a dry/barren/desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple cool things on my adventure to LLU that I'll tell you about...&lt;br /&gt;1. Believe it or not I've never been to Mexico and I've lived in Texas my entire life. Yesterday was the closest I've ever been to Mexico; Mexico's border. I could look to my right and see the great state of Texas and then to my left, Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The big cacti in Arizona. They looked like their flipping the bird (sorry, but it was what I saw in an "art" form; honest). They are everywhere! They were actually kind of pretty with the mountains behind them. No roadrunners though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. As we drove out of Palm Springs I saw these huge windmills, MILLIONS of them. Rows of them on every mountain top. Dad said they provided power to Palm Springs. I don't really care what they were for, but they were beautiful. (I'll post pictures of that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 23 LONG hours, I arrived at Loma Linda. I found my way around very quickly. Quicker then I'd ever imagined. Yes, LL is busy, people drive HORRIBLE, but one good thing is, they all have been very helpful and friendly so far. I feel like maybe I can make this my "home." (And I made two friends from Texas)&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pics later&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now. Peace out :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6493261541595802598-1830900873727338780?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1830900873727338780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=1830900873727338780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1830900873727338780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/1830900873727338780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-woke-up-early-this-morning-to-load.html' title='Desert, Desert Everywhere!'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6493261541595802598.post-4393511959950782941</id><published>2007-06-11T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T17:00:46.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey everyone! This blog is for my friends and family who I may not e-mail as much as I should. I have a couple of friends who inspired me to do this. Hopefully I'll keep it up...ha-ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm moving to Southern California soon. It's a long desert drive from Texas, but I won't be alone. My dad will drive with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll post more soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brit-&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/6493261541595802598-4393511959950782941?l=bdgsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4393511959950782941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6493261541595802598&amp;postID=4393511959950782941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4393511959950782941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6493261541595802598/posts/default/4393511959950782941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdgsblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-for-you.html' title='This is for you!'/><author><name>Brit's Blog</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
