<?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-7920368167222683785</id><updated>2011-11-24T14:13:53.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of a Byers</title><subtitle type='html'>Just trying to make it through life without looking stupid...its not working out so well.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-2799196840657552231</id><published>2011-11-11T16:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:46:00.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Byers Grace</title><content type='html'>....or lack thereof.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I fell&amp;nbsp;victim&amp;nbsp;to my family's curse. Again.&lt;br /&gt;What's the curse you may ask? Well, Byers tend to be--clumsy. We trip over lines (that are&amp;nbsp;obviously&amp;nbsp;painted too thick). Because we often (though not all of us) enjoy sports we tend to end up with bad&amp;nbsp;ankles, knees and whatever else might get hurt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Case in point. When I was in high school, I played on the volleyball team. I was up to serve and when I came back on the court after my serve I tripped. Not a face-plant trip, but more of a stumbling trip. Very graceful. The best part? In a full gym I distinctly heard my dad laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night, I got reminded of the Byers curse. Playing volleyball, of course, I did something to my calf. Sad thing is a few years ago I did the same thing to the other calf. It sucked then and so I am not looking forward to the recovery of this one. Last time they said it was the soleus muscle. That pretty much means nothing to me, except that it HURTS like crazy. The worst part about it--I HEARD it tear, or strain or whatever it did as I feel to the ground. So not graceful, but not sure if I could have done anything to change it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-2799196840657552231?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/2799196840657552231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=2799196840657552231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2799196840657552231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2799196840657552231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/11/byers-grace.html' title='The Byers Grace'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-3091953990249940616</id><published>2011-10-24T18:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:47:30.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AUNT RACHEL</title><content type='html'>This morning (and i use that term loosely to describe the ridiculous hour of 4 am that I got up today) as I drove back to Omaha from Kansas City, I thought a lot about my last two weeks. And I came to one conclusion. The very best part of my life right now is that I get to be Aunt Rachel--the favorite aunt of 7 nieces and 7 nephews. (plus one more on the way). Yes I said favorite. No matter what anyone else thinks or says...I'm the favorite :). And it doesn't hurt that I have the cutest nieces and nephews. And over the past two weeks I have seen all but two of them (and those two boys I will see in a couple more weeks!)&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. I LOVE being an aunt. Its the best role anyone could want. Who wouldn't love a three year old who looks up at you after you have helped her put together 4 puzzles--none of which had all the pieces--and went through an entire deck of flash cards and says "Rachel, I love you." Or a four year old who convinces you to get down the annoying toy that plays "We're the Monkeys" over and over, &amp;nbsp;but then sits and plays games with you on your phone during church (though I won't lie, being sneezed on twice wasn't my favorite). Or that same boy who keeps saying your name until he gets to show you his cool new toy. Or the middle school nephew who still gets excited to show you his incredible block building--I'm serious, I told him he should be an architect or something--it was that good. Or the 2 year old niece who still lets you hold her, or takes your hand and lets you push her around on the tricycle. Or the girls who are just excited to see you that they actually help you do some "work" because with Aunt Rachel, its not work, its fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-htRuzPCw1CQ/TqXpKhg8V8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/aym_IoSFAeI/s1600/Molly+%2526+Jake+Wedding+etc+566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-htRuzPCw1CQ/TqXpKhg8V8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/aym_IoSFAeI/s320/Molly+%2526+Jake+Wedding+etc+566.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wc3e6WZGRu8/TqXpP8rMOAI/AAAAAAAAAgc/j_U90taVuRk/s1600/Molly+%2526+Jake+Wedding+etc+554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wc3e6WZGRu8/TqXpP8rMOAI/AAAAAAAAAgc/j_U90taVuRk/s320/Molly+%2526+Jake+Wedding+etc+554.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I am horrible with pictures. So the only ones I have is of them at my sisters wedding...and I am not in it--maybe thats why the boys are crying--they want their FAVORITE AUNT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-3091953990249940616?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3091953990249940616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=3091953990249940616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3091953990249940616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3091953990249940616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='AUNT RACHEL'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/-htRuzPCw1CQ/TqXpKhg8V8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/aym_IoSFAeI/s72-c/Molly+%2526+Jake+Wedding+etc+566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-517254745899178851</id><published>2011-10-07T23:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T23:24:52.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>Okay...I'm not going to lie. Sometimes being single sucks. In fact I have started several posts on how bad it sucks but then have decided I don't want to dwell on it or post too many negative things when I am trying to stay positive. So that being said I am SOOOO grateful for my single girl friends who just get it. If we talk about it--we don't have to explain WHY we feel that way, we just know. Don't get me wrong. I love my married friends too. You all give me hope! But my single friends help me not to focus so much on what I don't have and remember what I do have--because I have been quite blessed and have enjoyed many GREAT and AMAZING opportunities in my life thus far. So Thats it. I won't rant about being single. Just Thanks to those who help me remember the good things in life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/5850_159610225680_686405680_3864960_4583200_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/5850_159610225680_686405680_3864960_4583200_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;A couple of those girls (this is an old picture--but I apparently don't take any pictures any more--and I don't have any with the girls I spent the evening with tonight that reminded me of this. I should work on that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-517254745899178851?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/517254745899178851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=517254745899178851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/517254745899178851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/517254745899178851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/10/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-9037256107107978988</id><published>2011-08-30T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T14:21:28.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LET US REJOICE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Its official. Summer is over. Now from most of you, that may bring a sigh of disappointment, and a dread of the winter season that will surely come. Not me. I am so happy summer is over. With work, summer tends to be ridiculously crazy. But now, my sales team has retired for the year--headed back to school and such--and my stress dropped from 600% to about a 60%. Nothing I can't handle. I did decide to take on a part time job after work. So I am now working 8-5 at the office, and will work a couple nights a week at Yonkers, a department store, in the shoes. I LOVE IT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, here is the announcement I promised from the last post. Aren't they such a cute couple?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxo3A1_MfS8/Tlw_5Tx3itI/AAAAAAAAAgE/huHNeXQBAyI/s1600/jt6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yxo3A1_MfS8/Tlw_5Tx3itI/AAAAAAAAAgE/huHNeXQBAyI/s320/jt6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-9037256107107978988?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/9037256107107978988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=9037256107107978988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/9037256107107978988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/9037256107107978988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/08/let-us-rejoice.html' title='LET US REJOICE!'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/-yxo3A1_MfS8/Tlw_5Tx3itI/AAAAAAAAAgE/huHNeXQBAyI/s72-c/jt6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-8829422473092327852</id><published>2011-07-22T01:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T01:44:01.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new hobby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ZuT1BqrAHU/TikBQi4jTJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/OeJfYONJzxE/s1600/black+invite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ZuT1BqrAHU/TikBQi4jTJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/OeJfYONJzxE/s320/black+invite.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let me preface this post by warning you that I have never taken a graphic design class. Not one. However I have found it to be a kind of hobby. I may not be good. I may not know all the "rules." But I love coming up with an idea and seeing it take shape. So when Molly got married, I jumped at e chance to design her wedding announcement. She had a pretty good idea of what she wanted it to look like, so it wasn't hard to come up with some ideas. Here is what she ended up choosing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="goog_2119880539"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought it turned out not to bad for really my first announcement. I think Molly thought I was crazy, because with in two days i had about six different ideas for her to look like. She want simple, elegant and black and white. It was easy and fun. I thought it was just &amp;nbsp;a one time deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...turns out I was wrong. A couple weeks ago some good friends from Kansas City asked me if I could help them out with their announcements. They were kind of on a time crunch as they are getting married in August. Not sure why they came to me...seeing how little experience I have and all, but I was excited to help. Tracy didn't know what she wanted just some thing "pretty" or "cool." &amp;nbsp;This proved to be more of a challenge, because I had to start from no ideas. Of course that was a challenge I was excited to take on and I started having ideas right away. Here are a few of the ideas I came up with. I won't post the one they decided on until after they the wedding and all. The picture also isn't the real one. Remember that these weren't chosen so they are pretty rough drafts. so they are far from perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wVaJEF3kmUc/TikFIeKzlWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/3YQrz30KUjc/s1600/jt1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wVaJEF3kmUc/TikFIeKzlWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/3YQrz30KUjc/s320/jt1.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was my favorite one of the ones that they didn't pic. (PS I didn't &amp;nbsp;include all the info on purpose) I loved the way the color looked here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the front of the next one.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nfjnvKnqtZI/TikJMu8eISI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YlLqsqfuLkU/s1600/jt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nfjnvKnqtZI/TikJMu8eISI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YlLqsqfuLkU/s320/jt2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the back.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_HROS5_HFV4/TikKIZhfpFI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Hjx7gMR1bYo/s1600/jt2+back2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_HROS5_HFV4/TikKIZhfpFI/AAAAAAAAAfc/Hjx7gMR1bYo/s320/jt2+back2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, this is the last one I will post tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsP9kj5aaik/TikK34ZoYiI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wrJVp5GkDtE/s1600/jt3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LsP9kj5aaik/TikK34ZoYiI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wrJVp5GkDtE/s320/jt3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Front&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BjaDJBMR-P8/TikLEjzDgFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/uKkhV5IVHS8/s1600/jt3back2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BjaDJBMR-P8/TikLEjzDgFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/uKkhV5IVHS8/s320/jt3back2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, there you go. My attempts at being creative. I hope you like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-8829422473092327852?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/8829422473092327852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=8829422473092327852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8829422473092327852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8829422473092327852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-new-hobby.html' title='My new hobby.'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/--ZuT1BqrAHU/TikBQi4jTJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/OeJfYONJzxE/s72-c/black+invite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-545883839121157467</id><published>2011-06-23T22:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:23:06.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Byers Motto</title><content type='html'>If there is one lesson I learned living with 5 sisters and two brothers, it would be how to stick to my convictions. We were &amp;nbsp;blessed with strong convictions and quickly learned to not let anyone take those from us. I may have learned this a little too well. What I mean is...we tend to think we are always right. In fact if in an argument we will argue our point until proven wrong. And even then--we won't admit that we are wrong but usually say something eloquent like "whatever" and change the subject. &amp;nbsp;Now, don't think that I am so self-aware that I figured this out on my own. No, my brother-in-law pointed this out one day after a few years of observation. After that, I found myself in that very situation...more times then I care to admit. I am trying to work on it. But a habit that is over 20 years in the making...its hard to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Case in point. My sister and I were planning on going to lunch with a friend. Molly asked where we were meeting. I let her know we were going to Applebee's over by the mall. Her response was "there is no Applebee's by the Mall, its a Chili's."I argued that there was no chili's but there was an Applebees. I know, stupid argument. It didn't last long as turned to my trusted friend Google.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were both right. There was an Applebee's and a Chili's. And they are right next to each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when I saw this sign I couldn't help but think--this is our motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iooj23cgH24/TgPzl1ejk-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/VnSP_Ibztqg/s1600/2203d1ba1a13509a7bb07adad8cf6fac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iooj23cgH24/TgPzl1ejk-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/VnSP_Ibztqg/s320/2203d1ba1a13509a7bb07adad8cf6fac.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-545883839121157467?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/545883839121157467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=545883839121157467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/545883839121157467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/545883839121157467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/06/byers-motto.html' title='Byers Motto'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/-Iooj23cgH24/TgPzl1ejk-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/VnSP_Ibztqg/s72-c/2203d1ba1a13509a7bb07adad8cf6fac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Omaha, Nebraska, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.24410321784051 -95.99798829999997</georss:point><georss:box>41.14236871784051 -96.29777779999998 41.34583771784051 -95.69819879999997</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-3499243264719977207</id><published>2011-06-13T22:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:43:37.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Omaha thus far.</title><content type='html'>I have now been in Omaha for 2 1/2 months. Its been a crazy, exiting, stressful adventure. I don't have a lot of pictures yet, but hopefully that will change soon :) but so far here is some of the exciting things I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Opened Echo Pest Control for business!! hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Bought a brand new couch and loveseat (and got an awesome deal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Walked across the missouri river (okay, I walked a crossed the bridge over the missouri river...not nearly as cool but still...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Convinced Molly and Jake to move out here for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) stood in two places at once (on the bridge over the missouri river stood on the iowa/nebraska state line).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) sampled some awesome omaha food at the Taste of Omaha fair (I now LOVE phillysteak spring rolls. YUM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Saw swans for the first time ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) went down a pretty cool slide (yes i know I am twenty seven...but hey...if you come to omaha you HAVE to try this slide. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) &amp;nbsp;Huddled in the rain to wait and see a minor league baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much the gist of it. I work a lot. I still haven't been to the zoo...which I am told is INCREDIBLE. So next time Meredith and Andrew come up...i am for sure going!&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats it for now. Next time pics...no really!! I have molly here and we are going to go take some awesome pics. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-3499243264719977207?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3499243264719977207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=3499243264719977207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3499243264719977207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3499243264719977207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/06/omaha-thus-far.html' title='Omaha thus far.'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-838446164443399759</id><published>2011-05-30T23:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:59:28.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple video!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/PxZxhhGB-Yg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxZxhhGB-Yg?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxZxhhGB-Yg?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Another video. This is pictures from outside the temple. The song is one of my favorite. Such sweet lyrics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;****Update, for some reason I can't get the 3rd one to post, so &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=or7VptBBcNk"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-838446164443399759?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/838446164443399759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=838446164443399759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/838446164443399759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/838446164443399759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/05/temple-video.html' title='Temple video!'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-3514025435223040758</id><published>2011-05-30T13:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:25:03.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little hobby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_499665642"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_499665643"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I did this video for my sisters wedding. It was a lot of fun to put together...but be warned, its kind of cheesy! I did two more (Reception and at the temple) I will have to post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_275045274"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_275045275"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/R2ZJRxJeNIQ/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2ZJRxJeNIQ?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2ZJRxJeNIQ?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-3514025435223040758?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3514025435223040758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=3514025435223040758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3514025435223040758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3514025435223040758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-hobby.html' title='A little hobby.'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-6320058351120550847</id><published>2011-04-17T13:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T13:18:00.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My near disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ocg-489T_E/Tasdvd1F-yI/AAAAAAAAAe4/8ceGN6kiKeQ/s1600/41nJb%252B3NwgL._SL500__SS160_.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ocg-489T_E/Tasdvd1F-yI/AAAAAAAAAe4/8ceGN6kiKeQ/s320/41nJb%252B3NwgL._SL500__SS160_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596599663236348706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently i bought these shoes to add to my vast collection of shoes. I love shoes. And these are on the top of my list. Thats what makes this story such a big deal...but then again...i am a Drama Queen.&lt;div&gt; This weekend I moved from Lee's Summit, MO to Omaha NE. The move we went well. But we did have one near disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boss moved me up here in his trailer. it was an open trailer, but the spent time making sure everything was secure...or so we thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Allison and her husband Matthew came up to help upload, and while they were here we got a lot done. After they had left my mom and I were going through boxes and I had a startling realization. my box of shoes--a very big and very heavy box, was not anywhere to be seen. Every shoe I own--minus the tennis shoes i was wearing, a pair of flip flops from the day before and one pair of black dress shoes (that actually kill me to wear)--was in that box. Including my new red shoes that I had stuck in at the last minute. Needless to say, I panicked. I called Allison--she didn't remember seeing them. I called my sister and she went to my old apartment and checked. I let my boss know and he checked the truck. No shoes. I started calculating how much it would be to replace at least 30 pairs of shoes. Not a pretty number. Going from 30 pairs of shoes to 3 is something no woman wants to consider.  I tried to not freak out. and just say everything would work out...but...i wasn't sure I believed it. My boss said he would take a drive today and see if by some miracle he could find them. I had little hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 10:30 this morning, My boss called to tell me that he had found them. about 1o min north of saint joseph, mo (over an hour from Kansas City.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess there really are miracles! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-6320058351120550847?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/6320058351120550847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=6320058351120550847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6320058351120550847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6320058351120550847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-near-disaster.html' title='My near disaster'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/-6Ocg-489T_E/Tasdvd1F-yI/AAAAAAAAAe4/8ceGN6kiKeQ/s72-c/41nJb%252B3NwgL._SL500__SS160_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-596936054039439460</id><published>2011-03-28T14:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:12:16.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found an apartment in Omaha. I guess this means I am really moving! In three weeks. EEK! Exciting and scary all at once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-596936054039439460?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/596936054039439460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=596936054039439460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/596936054039439460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/596936054039439460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-found-apartment-in-omaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-8965930839223270000</id><published>2011-03-09T21:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:57:24.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;My theme song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#A0522D;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;A Little Bit Stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;by Sara Evans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late today and I still feel the sting of the pain&lt;br /&gt;But I brushed my teeth anyway&lt;br /&gt;I got dressed through the mess and put a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;I got a little bit stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding in the car to work and I'm trying to ignore the hurt&lt;br /&gt;So I turned on the radio, stupid song made me think of you&lt;br /&gt;I listened to it for minute but I changed it&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a little bit stronger, just a little bit stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done hoping that we could work it out&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with how it feels, spinning my wheels&lt;br /&gt;Letting you drag my heart around&lt;br /&gt;And, oh, I'm done thinking that you could ever change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;But I'm telling myself I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Even on my weakest days&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't happen overnight but you turn around&lt;br /&gt;And a month's gone by and you realize you haven't cried&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving you a hour or a second or another minute longer&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy getting stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done hoping that we can work it out&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with how it feels, spinning my wheels&lt;br /&gt;Letting you drag my heart around&lt;br /&gt;And, oh, I'm done thinking, that you could ever change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;But I'm telling myself I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Even on my weakest days, I get a little bit stronger&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting along without you, baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you, baby&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel without me, baby?&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting stronger without you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done hoping we could work it out&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with how it feels, spinning my wheels&lt;br /&gt;Letting you drag my heart around&lt;br /&gt;And, oh, I'm done thinking that you could ever change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my heart will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;But I'm telling myself I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Even on my weakest days&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit stronger&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit stronger&lt;br /&gt;A little bit, a little bit, a little bit stronger&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-8965930839223270000?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/8965930839223270000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=8965930839223270000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8965930839223270000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8965930839223270000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-theme-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-2647211082114381171</id><published>2011-02-20T18:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:51:02.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my crazy life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vV6Qx0X6E1I/TWHfeypqj_I/AAAAAAAAAew/1FmbLJRdNN4/s1600/n686405680_196033_5303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vV6Qx0X6E1I/TWHfeypqj_I/AAAAAAAAAew/1FmbLJRdNN4/s320/n686405680_196033_5303.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575983533746982898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many people know, I have been drawn to church history sites. it all started with my call to Ohio and serving in the Kirtland Historic Sites. I sent eighteen months in the area and fell in love with the history.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly after I got back, I found myself missing the area so much. so I started looking online and came across an internship in Palmyra, NY. I couldn't apply for it for about 8 months, but as soon as I saw it, I knew I wanted to go. So I applied and got the position. I spent the entire summer seeing the sites and playing (oh yeah and I worked at a hotel). I loved it! The history was great and I also found out I had ancestors from Palmyra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eH2Vjq5LMaM/TWHeArg88RI/AAAAAAAAAeg/YvZrmOmgbzA/s320/SANY0477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575981916923687186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Palmyra, it was back to BYU-I for a semester--then out in to the real world I was forced. I had nowhere to go. So I moved in with my sister--who just happens to live in Jackson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3k7H5eeWQ_U/TWHfJAvhKjI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qU5niFRERpU/s320/liberty-jail-dungeon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575983159572507186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; County, Missouri. MORE CHURCH HISTORY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have loved it. I have been here for 2 years now, and I love the area.  And the people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....you might be asking now....why am i blogging about this? Well, I am once again moving. Thats right. I am leaving Zion. Where am I going? Well...if you guessed Navuoo...you'd be wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you guessed the Salt Lake Valley...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'd be wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if you guessed....Omaha (AKA...winter's Quarters) you'd be right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am beginning to wonder what it is I am suppose to be doing/learning in regards to all this history. I was told yesterday that I better watch out, the Lord must be preparing me for something...not sure what that something is....scary.  I am beginning to feel that my life is mirroring the experiences of what the early saints went through in each area. (I have theories to back that up...but that might have to be its own post.) But what ever it is...I am headed up to freeze in Omaha in April. Should be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-2647211082114381171?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/2647211082114381171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=2647211082114381171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2647211082114381171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2647211082114381171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-crazy-life.html' title='my crazy life'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/-vV6Qx0X6E1I/TWHfeypqj_I/AAAAAAAAAew/1FmbLJRdNN4/s72-c/n686405680_196033_5303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-7722751403638478292</id><published>2011-02-18T10:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T10:37:45.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing like spring weather to make you feel better. Plus I have a fun flower in my hair that I made last night. Win.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/TV6SSGtqJYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TFOg5SGNRB4/1298043394737.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-7722751403638478292?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7722751403638478292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7722751403638478292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7722751403638478292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7722751403638478292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/02/nothing-like-spring-weather-to-make-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/TV6SSGtqJYI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TFOg5SGNRB4/s72-c/1298043394737.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-240033022316430971</id><published>2011-02-14T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:36:54.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*WARNING* This post may consist of things of a sad nature. Read at your own risk.* &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to sound bitter. I don't want to sound depressed. Right now my heart is aching to put to words what I am feeling. I'm not sure I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11 months ago I started dating the sweetest, funniest person I have ever known. 4 days ago, that relationship came to a screeching end. And I feel...lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When for so long your life as been so entwined with another's, how do you say goodbye? How do you stop looking for a text, waiting for a knock at the door, looking for his hand in church, or simply stop missing his smile? How do you convince yourself to stop loving someone? How do you move on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is for the best. But how do you stop the hurt? I know...time heals all wounds. at least thats what I am told. but how do I make it till then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, I don't want to sound bitter. I understand this is what is for the best. I just needed to vent. I'm not really looking for answers. I know that time is the only answer. I will survive...like I have everytime before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-240033022316430971?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/240033022316430971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=240033022316430971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/240033022316430971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/240033022316430971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/02/warning-this-post-may-consist-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-8540491377863687165</id><published>2011-01-15T11:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:01:30.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you do something you know you should do, but kills you to do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-8540491377863687165?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/8540491377863687165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=8540491377863687165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8540491377863687165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8540491377863687165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-do-you-do-something-you-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-6695814716769575646</id><published>2010-06-22T23:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:29:36.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPENINGS of LATE</title><content type='html'>Recently (and by recently I mean two minutes ago) I was asked this question, "why do you have a blog when you have facebook?" If I am not using it...there is no point. So to ALL my blog readers...(who am I kidding...there aren't many of you I know....or any...not really sure) I thought I would give a brief update on the happenings of my EVER so exciting life. Well. I guess I should let you decide how exciting it is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, I have moved in to my own apartment!!! HURRAY! I love it. Its small, but cozy. It is two minutes from work--which I REALLY love. But mostly...its mine! Don't get me wrong. I loved all (or most) of the roommates I have had in the past. had good times with all of them.  But it was time to move on. Be a Real adult (scary right?) Now, I can stay up as late as I want, go to bed as early as I want with out worrying about disturbing anyone or being disturbed by anyone (well...except the neighbors upstairs...) I can have people over whenever I want. I have PLENTY of alone time...except for something I will explain in a minute...but thats my choosing to not be alone :) All and all...living alone has been FANTASTIC so far. But its only been two weeks....time will tell. Pictures to come as soon as I finish putting everything in its place :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/TCF_FohI0ZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/gWWh0NosAco/s320/35414_598429136621_57005462_34516694_7839623_n.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485805555866456466" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I have been dating this pretty amazing guy. He's fun to be around. He's sweet and very thoughtful, smart and have I mentioned amazing? He's very musically talented, also great with computers (well he does work at a computer store after all) and all and all pretty terrific.  We have been dating for about 3 months now. I do have pictures with him. We had a little photo booth session on Sunday. It was quite entertaining. If you want to see the random crazy pictures, checkout Facebook. Here is my favorite. Derek is awesome!!!! You see why I still don't have much "alone time?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-6695814716769575646?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/6695814716769575646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=6695814716769575646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6695814716769575646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6695814716769575646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2010/06/recently-and-by-recently-i-mean-two.html' title='HAPPENINGS of LATE'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/TCF_FohI0ZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/gWWh0NosAco/s72-c/35414_598429136621_57005462_34516694_7839623_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-2651127048097592132</id><published>2010-04-25T17:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:50:34.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short. Go on and live it.</title><content type='html'>We go through life thinking we are invincible. Bad things only happen to other people, and in other people's families. Not to me. Not to people I care about. Yet some how, life always has to prove me wrong. Those are the times you know there is only one source to turn to. Its then you really start to believe that miracles can happen--and you pray that you, or those you love, become recipients of a that miracle.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I pray that my Uncle Gary receives the miracle he so desperately needs. And that his family is praying for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7920368167222683785-2651127048097592132?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/2651127048097592132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=2651127048097592132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2651127048097592132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2651127048097592132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-short-go-on-and-live-it.html' title='Life is short. Go on and live it.'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-900224157443077173</id><published>2010-03-27T14:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:38:53.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another reminder that time doesn't ever stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/S65KkHhLJoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/TYIrcL7Dyr8/s1600/140_4016.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453378183146186370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/S65KkHhLJoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/TYIrcL7Dyr8/s320/140_4016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is my little brother. My baby Brother. I guess in a way, I still picture him being 12...yet somehow, he is almost nineteen.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:x-large;color:#000000;"&gt;19!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:x-large;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;When did he grow up? I have noticed that he got taller then me--but figured that isn't too hard. I may recall his voice getting deeper. I hear rumors that he's had girlfriends and gone off to college. None of that made me realize he is no longer twelve--though they were pretty big clues. What did it? Thursday March 25, my baby brother received his call to serve as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints for the next two years. He is going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(128,128,128);font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;h3 style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; OVERFLOW-X: hidden; OVERFLOW-Y: hidden; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Anaheim California. He leaves in just two short months. So while I am attempting to get over the fact that my baby brother is no longer a baby--I am very proud of him, and the person he has become. I can't wait to see what great things he will do with his life and hear about all the people he meets in California. I love you Hyrum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-900224157443077173?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/900224157443077173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=900224157443077173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/900224157443077173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/900224157443077173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-my-little-brother.html' title='Just another reminder that time doesn&apos;t ever stop.'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/S65KkHhLJoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/TYIrcL7Dyr8/s72-c/140_4016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-1760730821537355899</id><published>2010-02-25T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:14:02.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-1760730821537355899?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/1760730821537355899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=1760730821537355899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/1760730821537355899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/1760730821537355899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-803758939414603696</id><published>2010-02-03T18:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:09:50.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have probably the most random taste in music. I go through stages where I am obsessed with a particular song, or genera. It will last a day, a week or a month. My most recent obsession is probably the most random obsession I have ever had. It is an artist I had never heard of before last week. Maybe I am behind times--but the singer is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imogen Heap. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium;"&gt;The song that I am currently obsessed with is called Goodnight and Go. The  chorus just exactly describes my feelings pretty much exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, verdana; font-size: 19px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Why'd you have to be so cute&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to ignore you&lt;br /&gt;Must you make me laugh so much&lt;br /&gt;It's bad enough we get along so well&lt;br /&gt;Say goodnight and go.&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/7920368167222683785-803758939414603696?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/803758939414603696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=803758939414603696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/803758939414603696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/803758939414603696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-probably-most-random-taste-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-7346422301074016979</id><published>2010-01-05T17:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:25:34.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>I knew it was coming. Every time I'd go home, I'd leave thinking "Its only a matter of time."  I mentally tried to prepare myself for today. Yet with one phone call I learned a hard lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can prepare you to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning, a woman who has greatly impacted my life the last 26 years slipped peacefully out of this world.  Grandmother held and will continue to hold a very special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her I shared my love of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her I received a respect for those who have gone on before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her I got the best dad any girl could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her I think my obssession with rolls may have started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her I knew I was loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her I learned so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have memories circling in  my mind. I don't know if I could pick out a favorite. I remember that she never let you leave her house without taking some kind of food--casserole, rolls, candy--she kept them on hand for when we stopped by. I remember standing in her kitchen talking to her--she always had time to hear about what I was doing. I remember her fiestiness, her love, her testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I don't cry because I feel sorry for her death. I cry because I will miss her till I can see her again. But what a joy that day will be. So, though I wasn't prepared, and its hard to say, Goodbye Grandmother. Till we meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-7346422301074016979?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7346422301074016979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7346422301074016979' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7346422301074016979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7346422301074016979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2010/01/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye.'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-4902984429957175650</id><published>2009-11-26T12:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:21:01.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/Sw6334lZB9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/VTK5h_pIrOQ/s1600/139_3943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/Sw6334lZB9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/VTK5h_pIrOQ/s320/139_3943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408462373228447698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What I am grateful for this Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;     1.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;grateful for the little home I have to live in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;    2.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful I get to live here in Missouri and to have Allison as my roommate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;    3.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful to have a job.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for a calling that forces me to be social&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am grateful that I get to live 2 minutes from Meredith, and that she is helping me organize my life. I would have been lost this year without her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for the opportunity I have to go home and see the rest of my family—who are among my very closest friends and who I miss very much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for the many experiences I have been able to have because I have taken chances lived places that I don’t know anyone. This has forced me to grow and become someone I never thought I would be. (Hopefully it’s a good thing!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for a Heavenly Father that never gives up on me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By that same token, I am grateful for my parents who believe in me and support me in the decisions that I make.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;grateful to be an Aunt. I never knew it was so rewarding, but I love having nieces and nephews who love me—and I am determined to be the BEST and The FAVORITE Anut. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;11.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for the Atonement of Christ.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;12.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for the education I have received. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;13.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;grateful for President Kintner’s Daily text messages—they remind me that he is very much involved and committed to the branch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;14.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am even more grateful that he has stopped sending them at 5:30 in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;15.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for Allison’s discovery of the best ice cream ever (Blueberry pomegranate)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;16.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am grateful to have my own room. It’s amazing to have my own space where I can just be alone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;17.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for bread. And cheese toast. And regular toast. And Rolls. (maybe I should have just left it at bread…)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;18.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for the temple. I am excited for the Kansas City Temple to be built. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;19.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for books and how I can still feel like my education continues when I read. I wish I had more time to do that. Maybe that will be included in my New Year’s resolutions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;20.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for the fall colors I got to witness here in Missouri. The red trees were amazing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;21.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful I am not already experiencing winter—November and we have only seen a very tiny dusting of snow (it was only on the cars…none on the ground)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;22.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for sleep. Wish I could sleep more (but then again, I guess that is mostly by choice…)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;23.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for the singles branch. I am so grateful they welcomed me with open arms and made me a part of the branch right away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;24.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for the friends I have made here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;25.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful that my leg has mostly healed from the injury last year, and that I can play Volleyball again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;26.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful that Allison puts up with my mood swings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;27.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful that I have been forced to practice the piano. I have missed playing and have gotten pretty rusty, but still—it’s good to be playing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;28.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for cheese—it may be my downfall—but its soooo worth it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;29.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful that we got to study both the Doctrine and Covenants and the Teachings of Joseph Smith this year and for the strength that has been to my testimony of the Restoration of the gospel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;30.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful that I am now living around the third Church history site. I just can’t let them go!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;31.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am Grateful that one of the girls I knew and saw baptized on my mission went through the temple and was sealed to her husband and daughter this year. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;32.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful to know that I still have a good relationship with the person who I have considered my best friend for many many years. I know its not exactly the same now with the distance and all, but I do know I can always count on her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;33.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful that Isaac, Meredith and I got a chance to spend some quality time together this past month.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;34.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;grateful&lt;/b&gt; that I get to have Bailey Hugs. There is nothing better!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;35.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for how amazingly attractive Mr. Thornton is (North &amp;amp; South)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;36.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful that I have a car that runs well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;37.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for Saturday’s---I love sleeping in, even if it is usually only an hour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;38.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for DQ!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;39.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for old friends who it doesn’t seem to matter how long it has been since we talked—but we just pick it right back up as if no time has past—that’s how I know they are my real friends!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;40.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful that I have never been really sick.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;41.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful the sun is shining.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;42.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for the little things that make me smile. The pop sound when someone starts talking to me on facebook who I want to hear from, the sound of laughter, the taste of a mint Hershey kiss.TV shows that make me laugh. Songs that touch my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;43.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for juice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;44.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for my new boots.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;45.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for my testimony.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;46.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for the Book of Mormon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;47.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for the picture of the Vernal Temple that reminds me of 3 thing: 1). The importance of the temple. 2) My grandma—as this hung in her home for years. 3) That Heavenly Father always keeps his promises.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;48.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for the trials I have had this year that have made me stronger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;49.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful that I have been given greater understanding on things that have troubled me for years.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;50.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful that I got to spend so much time around church history sites.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;51.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for the things I have learned about my ancestors. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;52.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for late night conversations about boys with Allison. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;53.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful for a modern prophet—President Monson. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;54.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am Grateful Mom’s cooking. I miss it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;55.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful to have had a good vacation. I am grateful there was no drama!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;56.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful to have adult siblings to hang out with. It is so much fun to be able to sit and talk/play games with them!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;57.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am grateful to see the mountains!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;Many, many more that I can’t even begin to name! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;/b&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/7920368167222683785-4902984429957175650?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/4902984429957175650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=4902984429957175650' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/4902984429957175650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/4902984429957175650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-am-grateful-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/Sw6334lZB9I/AAAAAAAAAdM/VTK5h_pIrOQ/s72-c/139_3943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-7003527375543984655</id><published>2009-10-30T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:16:04.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Post coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-7003527375543984655?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7003527375543984655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7003527375543984655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7003527375543984655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7003527375543984655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-post-coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-5546947436991556989</id><published>2009-09-07T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:55:50.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SqVzL1IpbNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/uOcucD6YSBA/s1600-h/6a01156fe52312970c011571d3b2a7970b-900wi.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378831977043029202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 615px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SqVzL1IpbNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/uOcucD6YSBA/s320/6a01156fe52312970c011571d3b2a7970b-900wi.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't this just about right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-5546947436991556989?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/5546947436991556989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=5546947436991556989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/5546947436991556989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/5546947436991556989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2009/09/isnt-this-just-about-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SqVzL1IpbNI/AAAAAAAAAcs/uOcucD6YSBA/s72-c/6a01156fe52312970c011571d3b2a7970b-900wi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-6840301906860324171</id><published>2009-09-05T23:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:22:50.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other night I as lying awake and this little story came to me. I knew I had to write it down. It has very personal meaning to me--so I dedicate it to my best friend-who I was missing very much that night. love ya liss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves&lt;br /&gt;by Rachel Byers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a small tree started to grow on a very large hill. As the tree grew two little leaves found themselves sharing a branch. Soon the leaves became the best of friends, sharing the wonders of the new world together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On windy days, they danced together, letting the wind create music as it whistled past them. It was music unlike anything the world had heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunny days, they stretched as wide as they could so that they joined together to create shade for the little boys and girls playing at their feet. On these days, people mistook them for being just one leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On rainy days they sang and danced in the rain. At times when the rain seemed to beat down too much, they took turns protecting each other from the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When fall arrived, they delighted in the beauty of the colors around them. One leaf turned a bright red. One a softer yellow. Each felt the other got the prettier color, but it was their beauty together that made the children stop and stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter came, and the leaves softly floated down to the ground for a long winters nap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But winter doesn’t last. Soon the sun came out, and the leaves awoke to find themselves on the same tree—only now the tree was a little bigger and a little stronger. And so were the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year after year the tree grew. Year after year the leaves Sang, danced, weathered storm and sun, changed colors, and fell to the ground, only to return in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One spring, however, something was different. As one of the leaves woke up, she realized she was all alone. She looked everywhere for her friend. But she was nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That year, the wind blew a little harder, making a sad tune as it rushed by the leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun seemed hotter than it ever had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain beat harder and more often then ever before, almost as if it was crying with the leaf. She missed her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall came to the hill. The leaf looked around trying to appreciate the beauty of the colors around her. One by one leaves fell to the ground preparing for their winters nap. The leaf shivered in the crisp air. Until…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something caught her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the hill a new small tree stretched toward the sky. On it was the most brilliant red leaf anyone had ever seen. It was surrounded by lots of little red leaves that seemed to be looking at it for guidance. The little yellow leaf smiled. She had found her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slight breeze picked up as the yellow leaf started to fall to the ground. In that breeze it seemed that the red leaf was waving to her old friend. The yellow leaf continued to fall, feeling happy again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-6840301906860324171?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/6840301906860324171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=6840301906860324171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6840301906860324171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6840301906860324171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2009/09/other-night-i-as-lying-awake-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-788090453809280754</id><published>2009-08-07T23:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:41:15.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now and Then</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, as I wandered around facebook, and came across something that I think is pretty sweet, and that I think a few of my blog readers (yes I say that like I actually believe I have a following of people who wait with bated breath to read my blog) will appreciate as well. First off, let me give credit where credit is due. The pictures that follow were originally posted by my Uncle Chuck. I think he posted a treasure not to be overlooked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it funny how time changes everything...and yet nothing at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SnzuwmpsKZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LTG7Bejnb90/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367427374695328146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SnzuwmpsKZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LTG7Bejnb90/s320/dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SnzuwFMj9cI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zdQlwzbWkEs/s1600-h/5732_1026995652328_1748415535_53836_200312_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367427365714785730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SnzuwFMj9cI/AAAAAAAAAcE/zdQlwzbWkEs/s320/5732_1026995652328_1748415535_53836_200312_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SnzzhvWtLyI/AAAAAAAAAck/js8qftQzVB8/s1600-h/5732_1026998052388_1748415535_53840_5104026_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367432616891723554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SnzzhvWtLyI/AAAAAAAAAck/js8qftQzVB8/s320/5732_1026998052388_1748415535_53840_5104026_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh...I love my family!&lt;/div&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/7920368167222683785-788090453809280754?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/788090453809280754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=788090453809280754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/788090453809280754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/788090453809280754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-and-then.html' title='Now and Then'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SnzuwmpsKZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/LTG7Bejnb90/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-7681451287044275307</id><published>2009-07-26T19:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:05:57.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SmzljXy5-5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/suJHivt7hgo/s1600-h/SANY1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362913652137130898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SmzljXy5-5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/suJHivt7hgo/s320/SANY1394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since I know you have all been dying to see my new apartment, and it looks lik no one is coming out here anytime soon to see it...I decided to post some pictures for you to see. In posting these, just keep in mind that the decorating is a work in progress. We are for sure going to need more pictures on the wall...and we still don't have a kitchen table...We just have to find one still! But all in all I love it and it is feeling like home! I didn't put pictures of the downstairs because there isn't really anything to show, just my roommates bedroom and another bathroom and a garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see that the kitchen is the smallest part of the apartment, but it is sufficent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SmzkZOS0uvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/bZKORivL8QA/s1600-h/SANY1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362912378276330226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SmzkZOS0uvI/AAAAAAAAAb0/bZKORivL8QA/s320/SANY1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SmzkXrOSjrI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Dk35Augw75A/s1600-h/SANY1391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362912351682203314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SmzkXrOSjrI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Dk35Augw75A/s320/SANY1391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love my bedroom. It is open and roomy...and most importantly...my own room! I have had to share for so long I forgot what it was like to have a space all to my self. I love my bed--that I put together by my self--and my drsser was a great find! I also have a great bookshelf and desk, and tv/dvd player (thanks Meredith and Andrew for the desk and TV!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SmzkXR3senI/AAAAAAAAAbc/J2-4unGMLqM/s1600-h/SANY1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362912344876546674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SmzkXR3senI/AAAAAAAAAbc/J2-4unGMLqM/s320/SANY1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SmzkYOCIicI/AAAAAAAAAbs/cY5qYMWAXnE/s1600-h/SANY1397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362912361026456002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SmzkYOCIicI/AAAAAAAAAbs/cY5qYMWAXnE/s320/SANY1397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Living room is one of my favorite places! It really just makes it feel like home. We just added the bookcase (again I'd like to say I put it together!) and have a great collection of books started! We also origonally had 4 depictions of the Kirtland temple...however felt that might be a little over the top so we cut it down to three. Now when I walk into the living room, I look at the bookshelf and I am happy. There is just something about books that makes me feel at home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to take pictures of my favorite part of the apartment--our deck with the nice GREEN view. So I will do that soon! hope you enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7920368167222683785-7681451287044275307?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7681451287044275307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7681451287044275307' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7681451287044275307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7681451287044275307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-new-home.html' title='My new home!'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SmzljXy5-5I/AAAAAAAAAb8/suJHivt7hgo/s72-c/SANY1394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-3291222785885879882</id><published>2009-06-02T13:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:54:57.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Karma</title><content type='html'>I am just going to say...I have bad karma this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Exhibit&lt;/span&gt;  A: On saturday, my nephew was having fun flying around an airplane in the living room. At least he was till his aim "missed" and he hit me in the face. He kept saying "It was a bad throw, it was a bad throw." I just felt like saying "it felt like a pretty good throw to me." I don't hold it against him--he really felt bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B: Saturday night I go to turn on my computer. It starts booting up  like normal. Until it hits a blue screen.  "Dumping physicial memory, physical memory dumped. Contact system administrator." Not a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit C: This morning on my way out the door to head to work, I noticed something yello and while oozing down the side of my car. I look down. On the ground is what is left on an egg shell. Yeah....My car was egged last night.  I have no idea who did it, and I have no idea why...I hope it was a mistake and that I haven't made anyone mad enough to egg my car. But I guess I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll there you have it. Two or three wittnesses right? I have BAD karma.  I think it is a hint that I just need to go back to bed and forget this stuff ever happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-3291222785885879882?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3291222785885879882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=3291222785885879882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3291222785885879882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3291222785885879882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad-karma.html' title='Bad Karma'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-3899731814309212546</id><published>2009-04-23T17:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:26:34.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SfDcGYADoVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0FUecR3f9fU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328000361259311442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SfDcGYADoVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0FUecR3f9fU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh.....Spring....my long lost friend. Finally you have arrived in all your beautiful, warm glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-3899731814309212546?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3899731814309212546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=3899731814309212546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3899731814309212546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3899731814309212546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SfDcGYADoVI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0FUecR3f9fU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-7038206826240184415</id><published>2009-04-08T16:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:00:52.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>?!</title><content type='html'>True Story&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     I have an exciting Job *cough* where I mostly sit in an office and set up appointments for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;costumers&lt;/span&gt; to get their houses sprayed for bugs.  It may not be the  most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;glamorous&lt;/span&gt; job, but I am ok with it, becuase I don't have to go out and deal with the bugs. However today, my boss thought it would be a good idea for me to go with the tech to get a feel for what he does. And it was. I now have a better idea of what I am selling people.  But what is really interesting is the conversation I got in with the tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   First, let me just point out that my boss is LDS, and this tech has worked with a lot of members, though he himself is Catholic. So we were riding along, and he started telling me about his girlfriend. Then he said, and I quote, "Not to sound stereotypical or anything, but shouldn't you be married. I mean you went to BYU-Idaho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is BYU-Idaho. Its reputation is famous...and not just with members of the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud that I can say I did finish school. Not married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-7038206826240184415?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7038206826240184415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7038206826240184415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7038206826240184415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7038206826240184415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='?!'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-6234906614111454561</id><published>2009-03-25T14:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T16:23:30.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel's Randomness</title><content type='html'>Once you've been tagged, you write a post with 10 weird, random facts, habits or goals about yourself. At the end, choose 6 new victims to be tagged, list their names, and why you tagged them. Don't forget to leave them a comment saying ('You're It!') and to go read your blog. You cannot tag the person that tagged you so, let me know when you are done so that I can go read your blog answers. Here are my ten:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am 25....yet am regularly mistaken for a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have lived in seven different states (CO, UT, VA, ID, OH, NY, and currently MO) I don't have a favorite--I just like seeing new things, new places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am OCD about winning. I like to win. People don't often realize it at first sight, but I am very competitive--but mostly with my self. In school, I'd get mad if I didn't think I was getting a "good grade" which usually meant an A. If it was anything less I would wail that I was going to "fail." In sports, if my team is losing, I don't usually get mad at my teammates, but you can bet I am mad at myself. I am working on this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am really quiet when you first meet me...then, people have a hard time shutting me up. So, I guess I just need time to warm up to you first. But once we are friends, Your stuck with me for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love everything and anything related to books. reading, writing, editing, buying. yes, I love books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Despite my stress level in school (see number three--you'll get the idea.) I really want to go back to school. I will probably go into something that has nothing to do with my bachelors. Like Graphic Design, or maybe counselling...(the last is just a random thought for those that are thinking "what the heck?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have always wanted a pretty big family--like six kids. But at the same time I think "Really? I don't think I can handle 1!" And having kids scares me to death. Crazy, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When I was a baby, I was the perfect baby. I slept ALL the time, never cried, and easily entertained myself...That lasted till about the age of 11--then I made sure EVERYONE heard what I had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Yes, I majored in English. No I have never read the Harry Potter series. I have watched all the movies thus far. I did not read them when they first became popular for the very reason that EVERYONE was reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. As you can see from 9. Sometimes I do things for the wrong reasons. I watched The Golden Compass because I was told at church that it was "from the devil" so I had to see why. Still don't see why. I read Twilight because my children's lit teacher said it was "inappropriate for teenagers," and that Edward was a stalker. (DON'T get mad at me, I'm not the one that said it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you go. I don't tag anyone, if you want to do this, go ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-6234906614111454561?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/6234906614111454561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=6234906614111454561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6234906614111454561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6234906614111454561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-youve-been-tagged-you-write-post.html' title='Rachel&apos;s Randomness'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-3000009807625067739</id><published>2009-03-23T13:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:50:15.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Sometimes a song can touch a nerve, stir a memory. Sometimes a smell, or a sound. Sometimes it takes just a thought of what day it is and thousands of memories wash over me. A day that sticks out to always be remembered--like a birthday, or Christmas. No one has to tell you those days are special--you just know. And there are many memories associated with those days. Today, is one of those days for me. A day I will never forget...a day I felt my heart being ripped out of me..while at the same time, feeling an inexpressible joy. Each year that goes by I have to stop and take a remember all the things that got me to that day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so far there has only been two years I have done that, and maybe I am over exaggerating. Maybe with time it will get easier to just let this day go by like every other day. But I really hope not. I hope I always remember the day I left the my mission. And I hope that memory will take me back to my mission, and I will always treasure that time, and appreciate how that time changed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-3000009807625067739?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3000009807625067739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=3000009807625067739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3000009807625067739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3000009807625067739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2009/03/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-7737606924202473773</id><published>2009-03-21T12:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:44:57.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I figured it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graduating means.... my Alma Mater gets to call me and ask for money. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/ScUY8IsOuYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/SXC4mveiYdA/s1600-h/Fist%2520of%2520Money.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315682356584954242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/ScUY8IsOuYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/SXC4mveiYdA/s320/Fist%2520of%2520Money.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I would mind giving back to a school that helped me financially through the years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; I was there. In fact, someday I do plan to donate. But I am just wondering...do they really think I am in a position to do that just three short months after graduation. Aren't they forgetting something called STUDENT LOANS? &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/7920368167222683785-7737606924202473773?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7737606924202473773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7737606924202473773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7737606924202473773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7737606924202473773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-figured-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/ScUY8IsOuYI/AAAAAAAAAZs/SXC4mveiYdA/s72-c/Fist%2520of%2520Money.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-5390884535184540329</id><published>2009-02-17T20:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:26:34.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock...its the REAL WORLD at my door...</title><content type='html'>Despite the hard economic times this country is suffering through, I have pulled through and landed a job. This was not the easiest thing for me--a fresh-out of-college-English-major-with-limited-experience-girl. Not many companies right now are looking for someone with my impressive, yet limited skills right now. But I kept looking. Funny thing though--I got two offers in the same week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;--finally someone recognizing my talent--or something like that. My choice came down to either working at a job I would hate, and which would pretty much kill any social life I could have but paid REALLY well  and great benefits, OR a job that would challenge me give me good experience and leadership/managing skills and be a great environment (albeit a little crazy at times) but pays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;considerably&lt;/span&gt; less and not as good benefits. Oh the joys of grown up life. Can you guess which one I took.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was the one with less pay. Go figure--in the economic crisis of our country I VOLUNTEERED to take less pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, maybe then I will enjoy my job--maybe. But at least I won't be stuck in a dead end job that I will hate. The job I am taking I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; to September--if it works out for longer great, but if something better comes up after that then I am free to take it. So--wish me luck, the newest office manager/assistant/receptionist/whatever of the pest control world (I know--its terribly exciting.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-5390884535184540329?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/5390884535184540329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=5390884535184540329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/5390884535184540329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/5390884535184540329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2009/02/knock-knockits-real-world-at-my-door.html' title='Knock Knock...its the REAL WORLD at my door...'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-6149178304530633825</id><published>2009-01-29T19:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:49:22.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missouri</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe but I have been in Missouri for almost an entire month...it will be this week. But as of yet, no job. Sad day, I know. But I have some leads, some interviews, and I will hopefully come up with something soon. But never fear, if you have been wondering, I am not just sitting around doing nothing. I lied when I said I don't have a job. I do have one, I just have to wait for the money to start coming in. I am an Editor for a publishing company. However, I don't make any money until the book is published. SO I am trying to find something to support me while I do what I love. But it is good experience, so hopefully it will lead me to good things down the road...like maybe starting my own publishing company....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-6149178304530633825?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/6149178304530633825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=6149178304530633825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6149178304530633825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6149178304530633825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2009/01/missouri.html' title='Missouri'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-978224059873849695</id><published>2008-12-27T01:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:28:09.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year and GRADUATION</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it is  a new year. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was an eventful year for me, some happy, some not so happy,--so, I thought I'd look back at a few of the milestones/experiences of the past years, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I spent my LAST year at BYU-Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I had 14 roommates (Don't ask) one of which was my awesome sister Molly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hit my one year mark of being home from my mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I got to spend the summer in Palmyra and as a part of that I ....&lt;br /&gt;            Went to the Sacred grove several times a week.&lt;br /&gt;            Visited Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;            Visited The 1000 Islands&lt;br /&gt;            Went to Lake Ontario&lt;br /&gt;            Went to the Hill Cumorah Pageant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                PLUS LOTS LOTS MORE! (See old posts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mourned the passing of my beloved Grandma. (I still miss you Grandma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Visited my Mission!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Played on a Volleyball team until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I got hurt playing walleyball in walleyball class (it is still not completely better--sad I didn't finish my season)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Got one new Niece and found out that I have either a niece or a nephew coming in 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SV2Zgemn_MI/AAAAAAAAAZM/YxSfKEncaPE/s1600-h/GEDC0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SV2Zgemn_MI/AAAAAAAAAZM/YxSfKEncaPE/s320/GEDC0337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286550320852761794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And last but not least--&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I GRADUATED FROM BYU-Idaho &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bachelors of Science degree in English Literature!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-978224059873849695?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/978224059873849695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=978224059873849695' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/978224059873849695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/978224059873849695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-and-graduation.html' title='New Year and GRADUATION'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SV2Zgemn_MI/AAAAAAAAAZM/YxSfKEncaPE/s72-c/GEDC0337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-6351358599420897847</id><published>2008-12-10T17:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:50.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURE MEMORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBNtiLpTpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/IiWBYrtN8CY/s1600-h/n686405680_2084056_187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBNtiLpTpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/IiWBYrtN8CY/s320/n686405680_2084056_187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278304207943323282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBNtHBY3uI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TqU87vuah8k/s1600-h/n686405680_2082777_9743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBNtHBY3uI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TqU87vuah8k/s320/n686405680_2082777_9743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278304200652545762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...maybe you have heard the awesome news. Maybe you haven't...so let me tell you. I am Graduating. As of Friday, December 12, 2008, I am a graduate of BYU-Idaho. My degree--English literature (no, you cannot criticize my blog based on that.) And I have a minor in History. No I will not tell you what my GPA is, but I will take you on a photo tour of my last six years--minus my mission as that should be like four posts on its own. Here are pictures of just my time at school. Above are my "graduation" pictures. Can you tell how excited I am?!! Next we have the semesters following my mission. What fun I had with these roommates! And my old companions who came to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBMl-OE_eI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Hgy16-13eIU/s1600-h/college+randomness+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBMl-OE_eI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Hgy16-13eIU/s320/college+randomness+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278302978519137762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBMlcKh_ZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/5wLZqNugf-8/s1600-h/college+randomness+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBMlcKh_ZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/5wLZqNugf-8/s320/college+randomness+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278302969377455506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have my roo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBMlJQB4QI/AAAAAAAAAYc/IuG5A3RG95I/s1600-h/n193308025_30543093_1067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBMlJQB4QI/AAAAAAAAAYc/IuG5A3RG95I/s320/n193308025_30543093_1067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278302964300243202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBRz5WU50I/AAAAAAAAAZE/zGgiN0TmmJY/s1600-h/n535046952_143827_8409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBRz5WU50I/AAAAAAAAAZE/zGgiN0TmmJY/s320/n535046952_143827_8409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278308715287865154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mmates right before the summer before my mis&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBMk9Kkk3I/AAAAAAAAAYU/4MNvo7K665I/s1600-h/n535046952_143826_8180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBMk9Kkk3I/AAAAAAAAAYU/4MNvo7K665I/s320/n535046952_143826_8180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278302961056125810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sio&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBI7ks-iHI/AAAAAAAAAYE/bfwm9WNFOdU/s1600-h/powderpuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBI7ks-iHI/AAAAAAAAAYE/bfwm9WNFOdU/s320/powderpuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278298951580026994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n--and our "jungle&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBI6Ide6HI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rXBoiFdD7uc/s1600-h/formal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBI6Ide6HI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rXBoiFdD7uc/s320/formal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278298926818977906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" themed living room (ok, so all we could afford is that one plant...it was still cool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first year in "the Burg" I learned quickly the term "cold." and "Ice". But it wasn't all bad. I we had lots of fun sledding and the like. And Halloween was a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the picture are all my time at SVU--I can't believe it's been six years! Time sure has flown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBI6XflJuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IuMHDiY7I98/s1600-h/with+the+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBI6XflJuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IuMHDiY7I98/s320/with+the+boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278298930854307554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBI7FJqxtI/AAAAAAAAAX8/GJnxopiCgiA/s1600-h/LastScan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBI7FJqxtI/AAAAAAAAAX8/GJnxopiCgiA/s320/LastScan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278298943110432466" 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/7920368167222683785-6351358599420897847?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/6351358599420897847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=6351358599420897847' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6351358599420897847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6351358599420897847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-memories.html' title='PICTURE MEMORIES'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SUBNtiLpTpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/IiWBYrtN8CY/s72-c/n686405680_2084056_187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-9122798640803620689</id><published>2008-11-09T23:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:46:33.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Post the 4th picture in your 4th file folder with a brief description.&lt;br /&gt;This is me with my MTC Friends, Werner and Self. I think this was about a month or two after the mission. We always had to take our pictures in this order--its tradition. OH! I miss these girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SRe9BA01l-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/evZkVCUi2ZI/s1600-h/in+provo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SRe9BA01l-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/evZkVCUi2ZI/s320/in+provo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266886114332219362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NOW, I tag Melissa and anyone else who may read this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-9122798640803620689?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/9122798640803620689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=9122798640803620689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/9122798640803620689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/9122798640803620689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/11/photo-tag.html' title='Photo Tag'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SRe9BA01l-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/evZkVCUi2ZI/s72-c/in+provo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-971977593882589485</id><published>2008-10-24T01:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:47:05.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've said it before...I am a drama queen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;49 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; days till graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-971977593882589485?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/971977593882589485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=971977593882589485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/971977593882589485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/971977593882589485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-said-it-beforei-am-drama-queen.html' title='I&apos;ve said it before...I am a drama queen.'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-4155210583908056829</id><published>2008-10-16T18:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:17:54.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paybacks part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SPe9b2YNC1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/AuT9EoADlZQ/s1600-h/SANY1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SPe9b2YNC1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/AuT9EoADlZQ/s320/SANY1220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257879376129493842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SPe9cAatCUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/poE0jjKNTTw/s1600-h/SANY1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SPe9cAatCUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/poE0jjKNTTw/s320/SANY1221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257879378824333634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SPe9ce7f4QI/AAAAAAAAAUo/9Ro0oJyeZ34/s1600-h/SANY1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SPe9ce7f4QI/AAAAAAAAAUo/9Ro0oJyeZ34/s320/SANY1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257879387014947074" 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/7920368167222683785-4155210583908056829?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/4155210583908056829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=4155210583908056829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/4155210583908056829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/4155210583908056829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/10/paybacks-part-one.html' title='Paybacks part one'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SPe9b2YNC1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/AuT9EoADlZQ/s72-c/SANY1220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-7994530326953845130</id><published>2008-10-13T01:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:10:44.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures with fire extinguishers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_ForeColor" title="Text Color" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);SelectColor(this,'ForeColor');ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Every once in awhile, in the midst of my predictable life, something crazy happens to shake things up a bit. Tonight, one of those things happened. We were all at home enjoying some peace and quite--a typical Sunday evening--when a knock came at our door. When my roommate opened the door, she was greeted by a cloud of powder. It smelled and tasted like baking soda--and it burned as we breathed it in. I turns out, one of the guys next door thought it would be funny to get us with his fire extinguisher. Our stairs and our livin room had quite the dusting of white powder. I just now realized how stupid I was for not getting pictures--but this is not the end...there will be paybacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On a side note--we had our first snow of the season yesterday--lasting through today. So far its staying off the ground, but winter is in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-7994530326953845130?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7994530326953845130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7994530326953845130' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7994530326953845130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7994530326953845130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/10/adventures-with-fire-extinguishers.html' title='Adventures with fire extinguishers'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-8338192472875525658</id><published>2008-10-08T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:32:31.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My boring life</title><content type='html'>Well as you all can see, updating my blog since I started school has not been a high priority for me. Thought I know you are all dying for cool stories, posts, pics, etc., let me feel you in on a small detail. My life is pretty much the same every day. Typical day in the Life of a Byers: 6:00--alarm rings, I hit snooze a couple of times before forcing myself out of bed. Shower, eat etc. before rushing to my first class at 7:45 (Yes, that is the time my class starts. Yes, I know I am crazy for taking a 7:45 class every day. No, I don't recommend it to anyone!) Then, I am in class or at work for the rest of the morning until about 3 or 3:30 (depending on the day). Next stop--the homework train. Yeah, the fun part of school, where I stress out about projects papers and assignments. If there is any time left over, its usually spent playing volleyball--we just started a team for intermurals--or just trying to have a little fun, but since it is Rexburg, this usually just includes hanging out with friends.  My favorite class is wallyball--yeah! But my favorite real class is my Robert Frost class. I love his poetry--and I am memorizing one of his poems to recite in class next week (wish me luck). My Volleyball team has its first game tonight--we haven't even practiced together, so we'll see how that goes. We had to scramble last night to find another player because two of the guys who are on our team can't make it and we have to have at least two guys on the court. We had one other one, but had to find one more. So what did we do? Called on our home teacher! So...tonight we dominate...we hope.&lt;br /&gt;         Well, there you have it. An update on my exciting life. It probably sounds boring to you...but I love it. Plus it is taking me step by step closer to GRADUATION on Dec 12th. Then...for all who are wondering...I am still working on what comes next. I will let you know when I know. But in the meantime...if you know anyone who is looking to hire an girl with an BS in English, let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-8338192472875525658?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/8338192472875525658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=8338192472875525658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8338192472875525658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8338192472875525658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-boring-life.html' title='My boring life'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-2894552456204034596</id><published>2008-10-05T10:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:46:42.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry, I am a drama queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SOjTFd2avyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Z_olvHLgVIw/s1600-h/DCFC0044_020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SOjTFd2avyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Z_olvHLgVIw/s320/DCFC0044_020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253681056193363746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is October 5th. For many of you, its just another day. For me, I will always link today to my mission. Yes, three years ago today, I entered the MTC and started the most amazing adventure of my life. That is a day I will never forget. I remember sitting in my room at the MTC after saying goodbye to my family and wondering what I had got myself into. (I also remember that I didn't sleep much that night for the same reason) I also met some of the best friends I could ever ask for today. I can't believe that time has flown so quickly. I have now been home longer then I was on my mission. Yet, not a day goes by when something doesn't remind me of Ohio. So, for all you who may be reading this, thanks for indulging me in my reminiscing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-2894552456204034596?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/2894552456204034596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=2894552456204034596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2894552456204034596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2894552456204034596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-worry-i-am-drama-queen.html' title='Don&apos;t worry, I am a drama queen'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SOjTFd2avyI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Z_olvHLgVIw/s72-c/DCFC0044_020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-7165992980496329083</id><published>2008-09-10T18:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:24:18.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I haven't posted for a while, 'cuz honestly, my life isn't as exciting when I don't have cool pictures to share. But I am back at school and loving my classes. (so far anyway...its only been three days!) I keep busy...though I am only taking 9 credits of "hard" classes and 5 credits of fun classes. I am really writing because I want to start the official count down to graduation...as of today we are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;93 days &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;till I put on the cap and gown! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-7165992980496329083?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7165992980496329083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7165992980496329083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7165992980496329083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7165992980496329083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-school.html' title='I love school!'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-356518228062624103</id><published>2008-08-21T22:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:39:25.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures I took the other day when I walked up to the Erie Canal. The Canal parallels Palmyra Main Street. It was a beautiful day, and the park was a blast! Yes that is me sitting on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SK4iD4_ckCI/AAAAAAAAATU/WwEQVN0aeRk/s1600-h/SANY1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237160866911916066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SK4iD4_ckCI/AAAAAAAAATU/WwEQVN0aeRk/s320/SANY1030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SK4iEJf9QHI/AAAAAAAAATc/9cB73rKAh9g/s1600-h/SANY1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237160871343243378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SK4iEJf9QHI/AAAAAAAAATc/9cB73rKAh9g/s320/SANY1032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SK4iEmcTRLI/AAAAAAAAATk/CoCG_JnMy0M/s1600-h/SANY1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237160879112537266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SK4iEmcTRLI/AAAAAAAAATk/CoCG_JnMy0M/s320/SANY1034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SK4iFE_NSEI/AAAAAAAAATs/BfCb7ucAr_0/s1600-h/SANY1051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237160887312009282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SK4iFE_NSEI/AAAAAAAAATs/BfCb7ucAr_0/s320/SANY1051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SK4iFnp_j3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/WhaQk1mxd4A/s1600-h/SANY1039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237160896618270578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SK4iFnp_j3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/WhaQk1mxd4A/s320/SANY1039.JPG" 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/7920368167222683785-356518228062624103?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/356518228062624103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=356518228062624103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/356518228062624103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/356518228062624103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-are-some-pictures-i-took-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SK4iD4_ckCI/AAAAAAAAATU/WwEQVN0aeRk/s72-c/SANY1030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-7082673364470220553</id><published>2008-08-17T15:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:12:33.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SKh3NH-xUxI/AAAAAAAAATM/UrjZAmnL3Zc/s1600-h/full_moon_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235565634182533906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SKh3NH-xUxI/AAAAAAAAATM/UrjZAmnL3Zc/s320/full_moon_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each month the moon and the sun find themselves on the opposite sides of the earth. This results in what we call a full moon. This occurance is often linked with the pschological therory known as the luner effect in which it is believed that the behavior of human beings is effected by the different phases of the moon. A full moon is often linked to insomia, insanity--you know lunatics...and other similar behaviors. I never used to put much stock into these theory's....there is no proof to back it up. But now...I wonder if there isn't some truth to it. Yesterday just so happened to be a full moon. And for the past few days, mayham has insued here at the Palmyra Inn. People were acting crazy...(employees and guests alike.) rooms were double booked, important messages lost into nothingness. What else are we to assume then it was the effec of the moon and the sun alligning on opposite sides of the earth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-7082673364470220553?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7082673364470220553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7082673364470220553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7082673364470220553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7082673364470220553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/08/each-month-moon-and-sun-find-themselves.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SKh3NH-xUxI/AAAAAAAAATM/UrjZAmnL3Zc/s72-c/full_moon_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-1507505390812842968</id><published>2008-08-13T12:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:23:52.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Blood Light.</title><content type='html'>Sumer brings with it exciting sports like frisbee, soccer, baseball, and softball. Theres nothing like playing in the freshly cut grass behind the stake center, talking trash and taking a softball to the face. For this, I turn to my favorite comedian, Brian Regan. "They call it SOFT-ball. Makes it sound like it harmless, y'know. You ever take a line shot to the face with a softball? You don't go, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SKMQqVV6l6I/AAAAAAAAATE/f1fpTnDA_5A/s1600-h/softball2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234045511404263330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SKMQqVV6l6I/AAAAAAAAATE/f1fpTnDA_5A/s320/softball2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hey! That's downy soft! That was like a big ball of cotton! Hey, don't worry about that.that's blood light! We're playin' softball! We're all gonna float around like angels!" Blood light. ha. Let me tell you from personal experience, it is not fun to take a softball to the face, despite the delightful sounding nature of the game. But hey, if you win in the end, whats a little blood. There is something about Softball/ baseball that always reminds me of Brian Regan. So for the pure intent to give you all a smile, let me share a little more with you. Switching gears from baseball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ogZo9YreQ4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ogZo9YreQ4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recomend Brian Regan to anyone who is in need of a good laugh. This is from his "Brian Regan Live" CD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-1507505390812842968?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/1507505390812842968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=1507505390812842968' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/1507505390812842968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/1507505390812842968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/08/thats-blood-light.html' title='That&apos;s Blood Light.'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SKMQqVV6l6I/AAAAAAAAATE/f1fpTnDA_5A/s72-c/softball2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-1286471358118132160</id><published>2008-08-10T01:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:17:29.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight is my first 12am-7am shift, and I have to tell you, its very exciting. (please note the subtle use of sarcasm.) I am pretty much here just in case. I can sleep in the office--on the very comfortable roll away bed. (again....sarcasm.) and wait for either the phone to ring or someone to buzz the intercom. wow...I can't stand the fast paced night life. But As I am sitting her blogging...there is a very impressive lightening show taking place. As you all probably know...I am not one to admire lightening. But this storm is one that would make anyone stop and watch for awhile. (which I will do...from the safety of the indoors.) The sky is actually turning a bluish purple color. A very Vivid and bright color. I am jsut amazed. I am also wondering how I keep finding myself living in areas that have these types of storms on a regular basis....maybe I need to move to...I don't know...where don't they have lightening storms?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-1286471358118132160?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/1286471358118132160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=1286471358118132160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/1286471358118132160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/1286471358118132160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/08/tonight-is-my-first-12am-7am-shift-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-8640599579644329567</id><published>2008-08-06T16:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:00:12.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging out at/in NIAGARA FALLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoOG_8Fs0I/AAAAAAAAARo/I7oAR6kiL2o/s1600-h/college+randomness+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231509430549721922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoOG_8Fs0I/AAAAAAAAARo/I7oAR6kiL2o/s320/college+randomness+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally made it up to Niagara Falls on Monday. What an amazing day. I loved it so much I wanted to share my day with you. We started out at about 10 am. Emily, Holly An-Hoa and I started off the trip with some exciting car photos. Aren't we so cute? (Don't answer that).  Once we got there, the hard part was deciding what we &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoOGcDeGDI/AAAAAAAAARg/TwhmfDuFae8/s1600-h/college+randomness+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231509420917004338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoOGcDeGDI/AAAAAAAAARg/TwhmfDuFae8/s320/college+randomness+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wanted to do. We found a great deal that included the Cave of the Winds, the Maid of the Mist, the aquarium, and a discovery museum. So off we went to start our day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoOHpyO-JI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BIVuW9hSf_Q/s1600-h/college+randomness+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231509441782675602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoOHpyO-JI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BIVuW9hSf_Q/s320/college+randomness+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoH7ZXm5hI/AAAAAAAAARI/FgYc5V_6p2k/s1600-h/DSC01623.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, we head over to the lookout near Cave of the winds to see the falls. Wow, are they incredible or what? We had some time to snap a few photos before heading to Cave of the Winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoEsj0piVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Wt-ub0kyPlA/s1600-h/DSC01594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231499080721074514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoEsj0piVI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Wt-ub0kyPlA/s320/DSC01594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Cave of the winds is this fun walk where you get to go up right by the American Falls and get soaking wet. The water is pounding on&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoEterxZwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kF3GgnT5LDw/s1600-h/DSC01600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231499096521533186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoEterxZwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kF3GgnT5LDw/s320/DSC01600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you. We got some pictures, but right up by the waterfalls, it was too wet to pull the cameras out. So, here are the before and after pics. Can you tell how wet we are? The best part was the ponchos and shoes they give you to help keep you dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoEtB7Pc0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/beYFVSDi52s/s1600-h/DSC01606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231499088801788738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoEtB7Pc0I/AAAAAAAAAQI/beYFVSDi52s/s320/DSC01606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoFpmhHMfI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5FntKls4sYw/s1600-h/DSC01611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231500129416458738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoFpmhHMfI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5FntKls4sYw/s320/DSC01611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way up to the top of Cave of the winds, we got an elevator all to ourselves. Actually this happened all day. WE never waited in line long, and the weather was perfect while we were wet, when we went to do some of the inside stuff...it clouded over like it might rain. Could we have asked for a better day? I think not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoEt0HK86I/AAAAAAAAAQY/r2vQCkQT7F8/s1600-h/DSC01607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231499102273598370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoEt0HK86I/AAAAAAAAAQY/r2vQCkQT7F8/s320/DSC01607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoFqcqf8aI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LNzdGYdo56w/s1600-h/DSC01613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231500143951344034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoFqcqf8aI/AAAAAAAAAQw/LNzdGYdo56w/s320/DSC01613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On to Maid of the Mist. We took a boat out to see the falls. We again got pretty wet, and we got cool blue ponchos.  Can you see the beautiful falls behind us? I'll post some just scenic pics after this to give a full effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoFqIvOoOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oBqnJkvkxeI/s1600-h/DSC01614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231500138602471650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoFqIvOoOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oBqnJkvkxeI/s320/DSC01614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoP42RGzCI/AAAAAAAAASI/EgZEUaTgUDY/s1600-h/college+randomness+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231511386458606626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoP42RGzCI/AAAAAAAAASI/EgZEUaTgUDY/s320/college+randomness+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also got some neat pictures from the observation deck. Fun, but don't look down. YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoFqxErMUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/JOOayqPQEC8/s1600-h/DSC01619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231500149429842242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoFqxErMUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/JOOayqPQEC8/s320/DSC01619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoH7t-pmDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zkNM1aq40C8/s1600-h/DSC01630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231502639680297010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoH7t-pmDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zkNM1aq40C8/s320/DSC01630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now it was time for  a nice walk over to the museum and aquarium.  We walked under the rainbow bridge, and we couldn't resist the picture in the arches.  The walk was eventful (see previous post) and beautiful. WE learned some neat stuff about the falls at the museum, and I got motion sickness watching there movie on the panoramic screen. I don't have any pictures of the museum because I ran out of space on my camera, but here are a couple from the aquarium. P.S. it was kind of dark so the flash made this a hard picture to see, but that shark made me jump!  The Aquarium made for some awesome photo oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoP4kzyHZI/AAAAAAAAASA/By4vZQ6A_4Q/s1600-h/college+randomness+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231511381772213650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoP4kzyHZI/AAAAAAAAASA/By4vZQ6A_4Q/s320/college+randomness+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoH7-spKqI/AAAAAAAAARY/icBi9wqFNbk/s1600-h/DSC01639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231502644168174242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoH7-spKqI/AAAAAAAAARY/icBi9wqFNbk/s320/DSC01639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoOHFW11tI/AAAAAAAAARw/h1P23QoUKqU/s1600-h/college+randomness+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231509432004105938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoOHFW11tI/AAAAAAAAARw/h1P23QoUKqU/s320/college+randomness+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the museum, we headed over to Canada. This was my first time ever crossing an international boundary. We walked over the Rainbow Bridge and her I am standing on the CANADIAN side of the border. We had to show ID and my birth certificate. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canada also proved some photo oops as we walked the street and visited the Hershey store. Anyone who wants to buy me a kiss that big would have my everlasting gratitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoP5Eo5xSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/OYhyoAzvg4Q/s1600-h/DSC01657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231511390316512546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoP5Eo5xSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/OYhyoAzvg4Q/s320/DSC01657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoP5gcFVAI/AAAAAAAAASg/1Hi6T0kjL9M/s1600-h/DSC01654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231511397778936834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoP5gcFVAI/AAAAAAAAASg/1Hi6T0kjL9M/s320/DSC01654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoP5aP6NeI/AAAAAAAAASY/kqTW8wVfyVU/s1600-h/DSC01659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231511396117263842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoP5aP6NeI/AAAAAAAAASY/kqTW8wVfyVU/s320/DSC01659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As sad as it was to see the day end, eventually it was time to head back to Palmyra (I had to work) so we hoped on the Trolley and headed back to the car. It was a great day!&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/7920368167222683785-8640599579644329567?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/8640599579644329567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=8640599579644329567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8640599579644329567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8640599579644329567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/08/hanging-out-atin-niagara-falls.html' title='Hanging out at/in NIAGARA FALLS'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoOG_8Fs0I/AAAAAAAAARo/I7oAR6kiL2o/s72-c/college+randomness+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-8343897842262339043</id><published>2008-08-06T15:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:02:47.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A word of advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoCRC0R1_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/b2xGWHsGKVo/s1600-h/DSC01617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231496408981428210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoCRC0R1_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/b2xGWHsGKVo/s320/DSC01617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoCRWktZ5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/ydFGWkUUek0/s1600-h/DSC01661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231496414284834706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoCRWktZ5I/AAAAAAAAAP4/ydFGWkUUek0/s320/DSC01661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't try to do cool tricks when your a Byers. Need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-8343897842262339043?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/8343897842262339043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=8343897842262339043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8343897842262339043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8343897842262339043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/08/word-of-advice.html' title='A word of advice'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJoCRC0R1_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/b2xGWHsGKVo/s72-c/DSC01617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-1755501354166822621</id><published>2008-07-30T15:10:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:38:03.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Waterfalls and Castles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt; has some amazing sites! More than I ever knew. And in the last two weeks I have seen some &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; things, both man made and heaven made. On Monday the 21st we headed down to Grimes Glen, at the base of Canandaigua lake.The day started out rainy and wet, but stopped long enough for us to enjoy the waterfalls. This is an amazing hike. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;, we headed down the trail, that starts off by this very &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;safe&lt;/span&gt; looking bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228887909652091186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJC92Zkl0TI/AAAAAAAAANE/yn7rKAuriX8/s320/SANY0809sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eventually&lt;/span&gt; we left behind the dirt trail to follow the trail of the Naples creek. We arrived at the first waterfall and climbed up on the rocks. The water was very brisk and the rocks slippery, but we all managed to survive!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228887899761318898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJC910ucm_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/zEmOph6b53I/s320/SANY0827.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We continued our hike to the next water fall, where we used ropes to get to the top. The ropes were on right side (the dirt hill) by the waterfall. I did not take my camera up there due to my fear of dropping it in the water. But it was an &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AMAZING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;view, and included a natural water slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228887174911933570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJC9Loc4vII/AAAAAAAAAMk/YgE8uV6hW2g/s320/HPIM4749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228887930132932754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJC93l3mqJI/AAAAAAAAANU/83joUqD1qg0/s320/SANY0817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Back at the bottom of the waterfall, we enjoyed playing in the water. If you can't tell, the water was &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;FREEZING!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228901962453023506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJDKoYVa-xI/AAAAAAAAAPI/sKpfuDE6tts/s320/SANY0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But soon, it was time to head home. The clouds were starting to get dark, and we did not want to get stuck in a down pour. Holly and I stop to take advantage of a beautiful photo op at the bridge. An-Hoa almost died taking this picture. Thanks for the sacrifice! It turned out beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJC9MTeqTuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9Si9DXrdc58/s1600-h/HPIM4761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228887186462101218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJC9MTeqTuI/AAAAAAAAAM0/9Si9DXrdc58/s320/HPIM4761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Monday, July 28th, We headed up to Alexandria Bay to visit &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;1000 Islands, NY&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, this is where the Dressing got its name, and origin. We hopped on a tour boat that took us up the St. Lawrence River (one of the few rivers that runs in a northerly direction). I am taking this picture, thus am not in it, but these are my co-workers that I went with. I took over 60 pictures, so here is a sampling of them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228888941821959202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJC-yetEHCI/AAAAAAAAANk/E64TbJ1_FLE/s320/SANY0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the river we passed by the sister lighthouse. I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lighthouses, so I thought I would include this picture. Here there are actually three islands (the sisters) There are over 1000 islands in the st. Lawrence river (thus the name) and in order to be considered a island, they must be above water so many days out of the year (I forgot exactly) and must be 3 sq ft, and be able to sustain 2 trees. This is more then you wanted to know...but I find it fascinating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228888945082799490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJC-yq2glYI/AAAAAAAAANs/wLIYuFKSV7U/s320/SANY0876.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After about a forty-five minute river tour, we reach our first stop. Dark Island. It is home of the Singer Castle. (Singer as in the sewing machine). It was incredible! We could only take pictures out side, but inside I found my dream library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228888954620627426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJC-zOYgSeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/vTIe7hTFBcA/s320/SANY0885.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228890505260613842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJDANe94wNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/zoujaRk-2Zw/s320/SANY0915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I knocked, but alas, no Prince Charming came out to whisk me away on his white horse. Dang.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228890535802091458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJDAPQvit8I/AAAAAAAAAOU/E7nqKD_ccCs/s320/SANY0902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228890509570930434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJDANvBi9wI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Cw0kHrC89Kg/s320/SANY0889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228890527438158818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJDAOxlbO-I/AAAAAAAAAOM/aShyq0J9u9c/s320/SANY0895.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our last stop, Boldt Castle on Heart Island. I did not go inside, but the grounds and the architecture &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blew me away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228906933607816498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJDPJvVFXTI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tr8fA1vFRc4/s320/SANY0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228906953019316178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJDPK3pJV9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/-EZQcOWDOXg/s320/SANY0945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228906943287825874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJDPKTY-ldI/AAAAAAAAAPg/jJndk21XrY8/s320/SANY0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ok, I think I have made this post long enough, so I will sign off! If you are still reading this, Thanks for enduring my longwindedness. &lt;/div&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/7920368167222683785-1755501354166822621?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/1755501354166822621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=1755501354166822621' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/1755501354166822621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/1755501354166822621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/07/of-waterfalls-and-castles.html' title='Of Waterfalls and Castles'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SJC92Zkl0TI/AAAAAAAAANE/yn7rKAuriX8/s72-c/SANY0809sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-1504129063164168385</id><published>2008-07-24T15:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:56:41.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hill Cumorah Pageant</title><content type='html'>The craziest time of year in Palmyra comes mid-July. It is the Hill Cumorah Pageant. I am glad that I was here for it...because now I know to never come to Palmyra during the pageant. Don't get me wrong...it was incredible, and I loved it, but the insane number of people that were here, and having to deal with the stressful business side of things...yep....I am done. But I went three times, and got to tour backstage and enjoyed it very much. So...here are some pics for you! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226663498734235618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIjWwpKN7-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/AvePr9g-bMk/s320/SANY0727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;An-Hoa trying on a wig while touring the stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226663503948245586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIjWw8lValI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VB3rH6g7A3Y/s320/SANY0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;View from backstage. All the flags are from different countries.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226663508764537122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIjWxOhoMSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pI_QLPvdqkM/s320/SANY0730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our FHE Group back stage. They wouldn't let us on stage, so this was a close as we could get.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226700368378587794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIj4SvSb6pI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FjCSJxb8Sb0/s320/SANY0799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My good friend Angie Brownie. I haven't seen her in 4 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226694714725229906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIjzJpyb5VI/AAAAAAAAALg/kRJjUdr1-ZQ/s320/SANY0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lehi Preaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226694711091177602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIjzJcQAqII/AAAAAAAAALY/4Y8G8dqtRBQ/s320/SANY0746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's hard to get good pictures, but this is the tree of life. See the mist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226696752431624690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIj1AQ1f8fI/AAAAAAAAALw/DkpdsXZz-EA/s320/SANY0752.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Going to the promised land--before the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226699716757382914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIj3szz1ZwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/p2b61lT1q50/s320/SANY0807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226696757203412514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIj1AinLpiI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oDRNX8k2ilM/s320/SANY0762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Waters of mormon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226696763889262370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIj1A7hNnyI/AAAAAAAAAMA/68rHKlldWcI/s320/SANY0775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought this was an interesting shot. I believe this is the destruction after Christ's death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226699714391204994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIj3sq_sZII/AAAAAAAAAMI/mKYQ-X3ETgg/s320/SANY0778.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Christ appears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7920368167222683785-1504129063164168385?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/1504129063164168385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=1504129063164168385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/1504129063164168385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/1504129063164168385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/07/hill-cumorah-pageant.html' title='Hill Cumorah Pageant'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIjWwpKN7-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/AvePr9g-bMk/s72-c/SANY0727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-2345983073291560364</id><published>2008-07-21T21:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:09:55.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random adventures in NY!</title><content type='html'>Here are more pictures of my experiences in NY! these are from a while back. We went to a Red Wings game on the fourth. If you look closely you can see the stars in the infield. It was a sweet game! We also went go-karting and so these are just a few fun pics from those days!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIU9obRygTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/v_fD7TaiQJA/s1600-h/SANY0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225650707359760690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIU9obRygTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/v_fD7TaiQJA/s320/SANY0697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIU9o9jNjyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dlS39gfDS-Y/s1600-h/SANY0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225650716559642402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIU9o9jNjyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dlS39gfDS-Y/s320/SANY0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIU887abbuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DdbFKoL4nQU/s1600-h/SANY0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225649960071687906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIU887abbuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DdbFKoL4nQU/s320/SANY0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIU89Vn8iTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XC5RhJLDJ24/s1600-h/SANY0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225649967107705138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIU89Vn8iTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XC5RhJLDJ24/s320/SANY0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIU89jGHOuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Uwo_lUWf-YA/s1600-h/SANY0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225649970723896034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIU89jGHOuI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Uwo_lUWf-YA/s320/SANY0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-2345983073291560364?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/2345983073291560364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=2345983073291560364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2345983073291560364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2345983073291560364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-adventures-in-ny.html' title='Random adventures in NY!'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIU9obRygTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/v_fD7TaiQJA/s72-c/SANY0697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-5268602338962200936</id><published>2008-07-21T17:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:46:13.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirtland is my home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUVfQJi79I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZbQaMQDkDHU/s1600-h/SANY0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225606569288462290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUVfQJi79I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZbQaMQDkDHU/s320/SANY0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUVf_gs5II/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eOi_Skmn2fQ/s1600-h/SANY0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225606582002050178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUVf_gs5II/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eOi_Skmn2fQ/s320/SANY0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUVe57SiMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cNddggkcIIA/s1600-h/SANY0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225606563323087042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUVe57SiMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cNddggkcIIA/s320/SANY0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUPkNBp0hI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uzEM7LBAFQQ/s1600-h/SANY0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225600057279631890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUPkNBp0hI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uzEM7LBAFQQ/s320/SANY0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUPk9EQoeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XSd52BiJEi0/s1600-h/SANY0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225600070175465954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUPk9EQoeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XSd52BiJEi0/s320/SANY0710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks ago, my friends here were kind enough to go with me back to my mission. We took a little road trip to Kirtland. It was amazing! the closer we got, the m&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUQq60ZiSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/x_aC8WmDbAA/s1600-h/SANY0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225601272162912546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUQq60ZiSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/x_aC8WmDbAA/s320/SANY0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ore I excited I became. The sensation of being back there was weird. It felt as if I had never left, but as we went to the sites...I realized I had been gone a long time. I recognized no one, and they did things differently then when I was there. (New site director) But, the spirit was still there. I am impressed...I only cried twice. Once during the kirtland movie, and once in the School of the prophet. We also got to see the "This is Kirtland" play, and that was amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUPlFZ7R8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/aw0ys8paCV8/s1600-h/SANY0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225600072413824962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUPlFZ7R8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/aw0ys8paCV8/s320/SANY0716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUQqbhqqZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ibOCFenZiK4/s1600-h/SANY0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225601263762844050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUQqbhqqZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ibOCFenZiK4/s320/SANY0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-5268602338962200936?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/5268602338962200936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=5268602338962200936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/5268602338962200936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/5268602338962200936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/07/kirtland-is-my-home.html' title='Kirtland is my home!'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SIUVfQJi79I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZbQaMQDkDHU/s72-c/SANY0722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-4231782113790204051</id><published>2008-07-13T19:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:28:42.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Tag</title><content type='html'>Tag!Here's the drill (This one's kind of interesting...)1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-4231782113790204051?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/4231782113790204051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=4231782113790204051' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/4231782113790204051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/4231782113790204051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/07/memory-tag.html' title='Memory Tag'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-2375458943478718110</id><published>2008-07-04T16:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T07:52:41.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5K</title><content type='html'>Today we ran a 5k. it was...fun I guess --If you call shin splints and almost dying cuz I am out of shape fun...I did actually enjoy it. I took fourth. Emily was behind me from the beginning and I thought about letting her pass me, but every time she got close, my competitive nature kicked in and I took off. And every time I tried walking, my legs started to kill so I had to run. I decided to Race for the Cure of people who are stupid enough to run 5k. All proceeds go to the Emily Teeples fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the sweet pics!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG6QrF4AyTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qh8vaBXMLlQ/s1600-h/SANY0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219268088154868018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG6QrF4AyTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qh8vaBXMLlQ/s320/SANY0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is An-Hoa, Holly and I getting ready to run. The signs that you can't realy read say. "The P.I. (for palmra Inn) 5K Race for the....insert cause here." then my number is 0005, becuase five is the coolest number (I am the fifth child). Half of our shirts were white, the other half gray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG6QrihoOdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4_NfSG7vbO0/s1600-h/SANY0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219268095845611986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG6QrihoOdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4_NfSG7vbO0/s320/SANY0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I moved my key for the first picture...then didn't realize that it is hanging down my back. My shirt says what it does "Rachel the Rachel" because of two reasons: 1) I didn't know what else to say. 2) since there are two Rachels that work at the P.I. I want to be clear on who was the original Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG6QrihoOdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4_NfSG7vbO0/s1600-h/SANY0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG6STucNbPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uETGl73HFsI/s1600-h/SANY0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219269885750504690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG6STucNbPI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uETGl73HFsI/s320/SANY0684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you look really close, you can see an orange shirt in this picture. Thats how far the first three racers were ahead of me. oh well...it was just for fun anyway! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG6UuTY6guI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sNFYYDHe0-E/s1600-h/100_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219272541368648418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG6UuTY6guI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sNFYYDHe0-E/s320/100_0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG6Uu5bz-HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/p3UCVwOd65c/s1600-h/SANY0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219272551581350002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG6Uu5bz-HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/p3UCVwOd65c/s320/SANY0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG6Ut-EWAOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pH6MSxjT9Uo/s1600-h/SANY0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219272535645225186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG6Ut-EWAOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pH6MSxjT9Uo/s320/SANY0686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the end...yes I do know that I look like I am about to die. But I made it! My first 5k (and probably my last. Sorry Meredith--I think I'll leave the marathon running up to you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-2375458943478718110?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/2375458943478718110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=2375458943478718110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2375458943478718110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2375458943478718110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/07/5k.html' title='5K'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG6QrF4AyTI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qh8vaBXMLlQ/s72-c/SANY0683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-7678573653603244804</id><published>2008-07-04T09:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:31:34.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5bcfa37e4e6e22d8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5bcfa37e4e6e22d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331501439%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D128D989AFF0B8A1C81F7D1AE83A8536DFCE569A3.5713EFDFFA2E3B2904204B5486B0E9DC7F3850F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5bcfa37e4e6e22d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg8SR68odUaiCphWsQpFIzOZMvpk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5bcfa37e4e6e22d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331501439%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D128D989AFF0B8A1C81F7D1AE83A8536DFCE569A3.5713EFDFFA2E3B2904204B5486B0E9DC7F3850F7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5bcfa37e4e6e22d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dg8SR68odUaiCphWsQpFIzOZMvpk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok...here is the video of the fireflies. Its not very good. You can't get the full effect, but I added it anyway. I also wanted to add the pictures o&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG5Aaib-8DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jwJoCvpxXXs/s1600-h/SANY0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219179842833936434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG5Aaib-8DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jwJoCvpxXXs/s320/SANY0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f the beach and othe&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG5AbbFWWHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/nr8MDLJrvZE/s1600-h/SANY0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219179858039822450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG5AbbFWWHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/nr8MDLJrvZE/s320/SANY0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r stuff we have b&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG5Aa8aIBlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6N2a_LHM4XI/s1600-h/SANY0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219179849805465170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG5Aa8aIBlI/AAAAAAAAAHs/6N2a_LHM4XI/s320/SANY0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;een doing. Herea re a couple of pictures of the light house and the beach coast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a fun and we got lots of sun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/7920368167222683785-7678573653603244804?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5bcfa37e4e6e22d8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7678573653603244804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7678573653603244804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7678573653603244804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7678573653603244804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG5Aaib-8DI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jwJoCvpxXXs/s72-c/SANY0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-8707975840603179433</id><published>2008-07-03T23:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:00:44.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!</title><content type='html'>Ahh...its July Forth &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG2cwl5q0iI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jjrdUaHJCwM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218999901813920290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG2cwl5q0iI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jjrdUaHJCwM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. A day of fireworks, barbeque's, picnics, hiking and fun. I LOVE the 4th! it has to be one of my favorite holidays. Not because I am patriotic--I am OVERLY patriotic!) What can I say--I am a history nerd. I love to remember the founding fathers and all that they gave up to establish this great nation. I love that I love the holiday so much that I am blogging about it! My Country tis of thee--of thee I sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG2cwq_te5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/PHWClGuSlqs/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218999903181437842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG2cwq_te5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/PHWClGuSlqs/s320/images2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really love about this holiday is what it represents to me personally--family time. Some of my favorite summertime memories as a child revolve around the forth. We never did anything huge for the forth...but I remember in the old house siting on the porch or the back of the truck watching the fireworks (I also remember that I had my ears covered most of the night). My favorite memory is taking the sister missionaries to harpers corner. I still remember dad saying "Close your eyes sisters" as we briefly crossed into Utah. So here's to the forth of july...and to my family! God Bless America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-8707975840603179433?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/8707975840603179433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=8707975840603179433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8707975840603179433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8707975840603179433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SG2cwl5q0iI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jjrdUaHJCwM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-7701062909795167205</id><published>2008-06-30T08:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:39:09.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pres. Uchtdorf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SGjQhp9QE9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/sXvefeXG0Mc/s1600-h/ne2006lp_nfo_o_6d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217649444925739986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SGjQhp9QE9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/sXvefeXG0Mc/s320/ne2006lp_nfo_o_6d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was very exciting. President Uchtdorf came to stay at the Palmyra Inn. We were all very excited, but had to make sure that we were professional and didn't chase him down like some of the other guests at the hotel.  But, I did get to listent o him speak in sacrament meeting. It was so incredible. He talked about how neat it was to be in the sacred grove and how beautiful it is, but then he talked about ouw we could have the same experince anywhere we are because what matters is what is in our hearts. He also talked about the importance of asking questions. he said that the gospel invites us to ask questions, and it provides the answers, as long as we ask in the same spirit that a forteen year old boy asked in the sacred grove in 1820. Then he talked about the hymn that we sang, "America the Beautiful." he was so funny about it. He said that we have it memorized because we are american. but that they have a different passport.  then he went through the last two lins of the song and applied it to the gospel. It seriously was the coolest thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I just checked him out, and it was a little intimidating. I wasn't quite sure what to say...its funny because he sort of holds star status in the lds community, but lits like a holy status, so you can't eract in the same way...I wanted to be respectful and business like...so I think I ended up saynig something along the lines of "have a safe day" You know have a good day, and safe travels all rolled into one. Smooth byers....real smooth. Oh well. It still was the coolest thing ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-7701062909795167205?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7701062909795167205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7701062909795167205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7701062909795167205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7701062909795167205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/pres-uchtdorf.html' title='Pres. Uchtdorf'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SGjQhp9QE9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/sXvefeXG0Mc/s72-c/ne2006lp_nfo_o_6d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-7433808297141116964</id><published>2008-06-27T15:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:07:49.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know what the most amazing sight is? The beautiful twinkling lights in the sacred grove at night. Yes, lights in the grove. You've seen those white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; lights...well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not what it is, but what it looks like. There are thousands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt; thousands of firefly's lighting up the night. We took a walk to the grove last night, and the firefly's were out in full force. We stood at the edge of a field looking into the grove and it looked like an audience taking pictures--flashes going off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;. I want to try and see if my camera will take a video of it, but I am guessing that the effect will be lost in translation. So...you'll just have to picture it in your mind, then realize its about 100 times cooler then you are picturing it!&lt;br /&gt;  As far as other news goes, we decided yesterday that next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; we are taking a bit of a road trip...to one of my most favorite places on earth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KIRTAND&lt;/span&gt; OHIO! yep...I am going to K&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;irtland&lt;/span&gt;. We are going to go see the play they put on there every year and I can't wait! I am already picturing what it will be like to pull up to the visitor center. I won't lie--I'll probably cry. (Now there's a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;!)  I know it won't be the same as being a missionary there, but it will still be incredible.&lt;br /&gt;   I am so glad I took the opportunity to come out here. I feel like this has been an amazing summer. Not only have I got to see incredible things...but I have also learned a lot of important life lessons. Now some of those, I wish I didn't have to learn the hard way, like I did, but hey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; life. I just think it is amazing how each experience that I have had thus far in life has added on to those previous. It makes me curious what my next step will be....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-7433808297141116964?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7433808297141116964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7433808297141116964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7433808297141116964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7433808297141116964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-know-what-most-amazing-sight-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-3230051729733349985</id><published>2008-06-23T09:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:50:56.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Beach and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been an interesting week! Thursday night I worked the 8-midnight shift, then turned around and worked the 7 am-3pm shift of Friday. And let me tell you...anything that could go wrong on that shift did. So you can imagine that I was pretty excited when Saturday came and it was time to head to the beach. And by beach, I mean the beach of Lake Ontairo--the smallest of the great lakes. (Yes, I did have to look that up...but I was pretty sure it was the smallest!) We had a blast...till the rain came. There were many sail boats ou, and I thought this would be Dad's dream! The wind help keep things cool, and so it was a beautiful day. Except the water is still FREEZIN&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SF-qDH81uEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rJjbDm455A0/s1600-h/strawberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215073864168880194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SF-qDH81uEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rJjbDm455A0/s320/strawberries.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;G! so I did not go in. I don't think I would ahve wanted to anyway. There was this beautiful green moss all along the shore that pretty much turned me off of jumping in. Apparently there are days when the water is clearer then that...we'll see. We may be going again this weekend! On our way home we stopped at a cute little store that sold Strawberry Shortcakes and Sundays--with freshly picked strawberrries. Yum...one of the reasons that I love summer! We're going to go back to that place in august...when they have fresh peaches! Well, thats about it for this week. I will be adding pictures of the beach soon--when I am not at work and have my camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-3230051729733349985?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3230051729733349985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=3230051729733349985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3230051729733349985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3230051729733349985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/da-beach-and-more.html' title='Da Beach and More'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SF-qDH81uEI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rJjbDm455A0/s72-c/strawberries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-3251680583619659761</id><published>2008-06-20T13:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:21:22.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bsdansie.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-tag.html"&gt;Another Tag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I wouldn't do this...but I was bored at work today...so here is more about me then you should ever want to know.&lt;br /&gt;ABC's "getting to know you" TAG. Complete the ABC's of you. Then, each player tags 3 people and posts their names, goes to their blogs and leaves a comment letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog&lt;br /&gt;.A- Attached or single: Single....and loving life.&lt;br /&gt;B- Best Friend: My sisters. My brothers are pretty cool too. And my mom and dad. Pretty much my family. &lt;br /&gt; C-Cake or Pie: PIE! I have eaten way to much wedding cake in my day. Love ya mom, but I don't want any more cake!&lt;br /&gt;D-Day: um...today...What kind of question is that anyway?&lt;br /&gt;E- Essential Item: My head....most days anyways...somedays, I think I leave it at home...&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite Color: Yellow...its such a happy color!&lt;br /&gt;G-Gummy Bears or Worms: Bears...with ice cream...yum&lt;br /&gt;H-Home town: Rangely Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;I- Indulgences: Chill and Grill Ice Cream!&lt;br /&gt;.J- January or July: July.&lt;br /&gt;K-Kids: Have none.&lt;br /&gt;L-Life is incomplete without: Family and the gospel&lt;br /&gt;M- Marriage Date: May two thousand and something.&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of Siblings: 5 sisters &amp;amp; 2 brothers&lt;br /&gt;O- Oranges or Apples: Apples all the way. Oranges&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobias or Fears: Getting struck by lightening. OR getting caught in an elevator. The weirdest...someone hiding in the tub. I think we played hide-in-go-seek-in-the-dark to much. (I still maintain that Dad cheats at that!)&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote: "We have a don't ask, don't tell policy here at the Palmyra Inn." ~An-Hoa&lt;br /&gt;R- Reason To Smile: Because LIFE is BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;S- Season: Spring or fall. I don't like extreams such as summer and winter. Give me the in between. They are prettier!&lt;br /&gt;T- Tag Three: I tag Melissa, Anna and Natalie&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown fact about me: I secretly am a rockstar undercover....wait no, thats not me...I don't think there is anything "unknown" about me. and if there is...I probably want to keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animal: If I thought about it, I'd be a vegitarian; the thought of what meat is grosses me out. But since I choose to believe that my meat comes from the store...I am not a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt; W- Worst Habit: Sleeping too much...no you can't sleep to much. It must be compulsive snacking. Thats what I'll claim...I probably have lots of "worst habits."&lt;br /&gt;X-Rays or Ultrasounds: Neve had an ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;Y-Your favorite food: BREAD!&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-3251680583619659761?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3251680583619659761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=3251680583619659761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3251680583619659761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3251680583619659761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-tag-normally-i-wouldnt-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-5128636628145579616</id><published>2008-06-18T16:23:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:49:33.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ch-ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SFlvMNXk_qI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NG5ko9bnAdc/s1600-h/college+randomness+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213320299195727522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SFlvMNXk_qI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NG5ko9bnAdc/s320/college+randomness+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this picture? This is the sacred grove when I first got to New York--two months ago. I can't believe that I have been here two months already. It has flown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I looked back at the pictures of when I first came to the P.I. I realized how much time has passed. So, to show you what I mean, I thought that I would get some more pictures of the grove to show changes around here. I did not realize how green everything had gotten. Just take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SFlwwKXGiOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BQ1_GfuGQmw/s1600-h/SANY0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213322016375343330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SFlwwKXGiOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BQ1_GfuGQmw/s320/SANY0640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Look at all that GREENNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SFlxDA1f3hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/N_wXCNGQEfM/s1600-h/SANY0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213322340235992594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SFlxDA1f3hI/AAAAAAAAAG0/N_wXCNGQEfM/s320/SANY0634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SFlxyvu1k8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/CPnzhsAHDqs/s1600-h/SANY0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213323160278373314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SFlxyvu1k8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/CPnzhsAHDqs/s320/SANY0642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, today I woke up and was just amazed at the beauty of the earth, and this incredible place I where I get to spend my summer days. It was gently raining as the sun rose over the inn. I sat and watched, and an amazing peace washed over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked to the grove, I felt amazed at the incredableness of what took place in this grove, and how lucky I am to get to walk through it whenever I want. It truly is a beautiful day. I realized how blessed I truly am. I may not have all my ducks in a row yet, but I have a great life! Thus, I am happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-5128636628145579616?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/5128636628145579616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=5128636628145579616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/5128636628145579616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/5128636628145579616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='ch-ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SFlvMNXk_qI/AAAAAAAAAGk/NG5ko9bnAdc/s72-c/college+randomness+201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-6400308030550593824</id><published>2008-06-16T16:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:34:17.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the school of hard knocks</title><content type='html'>Occasionally I find my self considering the complexities of life--especially my own. For a hopeless dreamer/drama queen such as myself, I tend to believe that life is going to go smoothly and just fall right into place. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SFghJEIu-jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xGXPwutBsO0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212953008294263346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="217" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SFghJEIu-jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xGXPwutBsO0/s320/untitled.bmp" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Rachel, here is your life." handing me a silver platter, everything neatly in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words "And she lived happily ever after" flash happily across the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...its a such a beautiful dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I wake up, and instead of my life being handed to me, I feel more like I am being thrown five different peices of my life at once. Since I am not good at juggling, I watch at least one of those pieces slip to the ground and shatter. So now all that I can do is pick up the pieces and keep moving on, looking to the day when I can see that Happily ever after. After all--I am still a dreamer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-6400308030550593824?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/6400308030550593824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=6400308030550593824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6400308030550593824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6400308030550593824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-to-school-of-hard-knocks.html' title='Welcome to the school of hard knocks'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SFghJEIu-jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xGXPwutBsO0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-715687741611823539</id><published>2008-06-02T22:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:22:35.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To One GREAT Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SE102ssL3NI/AAAAAAAAAGE/24q01LFBnDg/s1600-h/Funeral+Pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209948826995776722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SE102ssL3NI/AAAAAAAAAGE/24q01LFBnDg/s320/Funeral+Pics+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SE10u_UIG7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/8IVyKq7CIkw/s1600-h/Funeral+Pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today as I contemplate the life of a woman who has touched my life deeply, I can't help but feel a sense of loss to know she is no loger with me. I feel selfish thinking how much I will miss her, so I turn my thoughts to the life she lived, and the happy memories I have with her. I won't go on for pages at a time, but stick to one that has hit me today. My Grandma loved her plants. She loved planting flowers. Today, I felt close to her as I helped plant flowers around the inn. It may seem silly, but to me it was a reminder that life goes on. Death is not the end. Flowers may die, but they come back the next year. We die, our mortal bodies fail us, but our spirits live on, and we will see those we love again. So, Grandma, while I will miss you, Thank you for your example and your love. I will miss you, but will see you again.&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/7920368167222683785-715687741611823539?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/715687741611823539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=715687741611823539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/715687741611823539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/715687741611823539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-one-great-grandma.html' title='To One GREAT Grandma'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SE102ssL3NI/AAAAAAAAAGE/24q01LFBnDg/s72-c/Funeral+Pics+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-2960165415519825342</id><published>2008-05-28T10:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:59:01.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peter Whitmer Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As part of my memorial day weekend, we took a trip down to Fayette, NY where we got to see the Peter Whitmer farm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SEW2Sl1Xa3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/pJPQU7o0HJ0/s1600-h/n686405680_1278315_5315.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207768974633692018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SEW2Sl1Xa3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/pJPQU7o0HJ0/s320/n686405680_1278315_5315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Here we have the visitor center/church. General Conference was once held here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SEW2Sl1Xa3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/pJPQU7o0HJ0/s1600-h/n686405680_1278315_5315.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SEW6-V1Xa5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/UReM93pISZY/s1600-h/n686405680_1278309_3453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207774124299479954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SEW6-V1Xa5I/AAAAAAAAAFk/UReM93pISZY/s320/n686405680_1278309_3453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SEW6-F1Xa4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/gE5E3R__FNY/s1600-h/n686405680_1278310_3785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207774120004512642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SEW6-F1Xa4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/gE5E3R__FNY/s320/n686405680_1278310_3785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rooms in the Whitmer home. Important things happened here. Like the translation of the book of mormon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SEW7X11Xa6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/b1TGKRAMmzA/s1600-h/n686405680_1278311_4078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207774562386144162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SEW7X11Xa6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/b1TGKRAMmzA/s320/n686405680_1278311_4078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is were the church was organized on April 6th 1830.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SEW9X11Xa7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/0If7_OsvzGA/s1600-h/n686405680_1278313_4708.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207776761409399730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SEW9X11Xa7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/0If7_OsvzGA/s320/n686405680_1278313_4708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The PI Crew outside the Whitmer house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lot of fun that day. And, because I know everyone wants to hear, Wicked was amazing! I loved it, and have pretty much been singing the musice ever since. We were in the very back of the theater. (By very back, I mean I sat on the last row.) so it was hard to see the faces of the actors, but despite that, it was still amazing! I would love to go again. Best quote of the play...."For the first time in my life....I feel wicked." &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/7920368167222683785-2960165415519825342?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/2960165415519825342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=2960165415519825342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2960165415519825342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2960165415519825342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/05/peter-whitmer-farm.html' title='The Peter Whitmer Farm'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SEW2Sl1Xa3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/pJPQU7o0HJ0/s72-c/n686405680_1278315_5315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-8386940333095509508</id><published>2008-05-26T15:01:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:22:54.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of...</title><content type='html'>The first memorial day was commemorated in 1866 in a small New York town--Waterloo. The town set the day aside to honor fallen Civil War hero's. The tradition has grown to what we now set aside the last Monday of every may to pause and reflect on those brave men and women who have gone before us. As fitting such an occasion, this Memorial day, I journeyed south to spend part of the day in Waterloo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDsNGEsyQjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_3x7OJHG7wo/s1600-h/HPIM0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204768192348701234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDsNGEsyQjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_3x7OJHG7wo/s320/HPIM0836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L to R. Tanner, Holly, me, An-Hoa, Rachel, Emily and Brian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDsL5ksyQhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ee1KFwYseos/s1600-h/HPIM0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterloo is about 40 minutes away from the Palmyra Inn and about five to ten minutes away from the Peter Whitmer farm. We decided to make a trip so that we could see all the fun sites. On our way through Waterloo we found a little park that had monuments up commemorating the beginning of memorial day. We spent some time in the park. It was the perfect day to do it, the weather was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDsNtksyQkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3YeEltTggHs/s1600-h/college+randomness+354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204768870953534018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDsNtksyQkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3YeEltTggHs/s320/college+randomness+354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rachel, Me, Holly, Emily, Tricia, and An-Hoa on the Cannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204767797211709986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDsMvEsyQiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/7vH6ewq0zxk/s320/HPIM0857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;An-Hoa, Holly, me, Emily, and Tricia at a memorial day monument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDsOm0syQmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZKrTVMfta6M/s1600-h/college+randomness+357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204769854501044834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDsOm0syQmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZKrTVMfta6M/s320/college+randomness+357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A Monument with names of local people who have died in war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDsOmEsyQlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bhMrEzv-Klw/s1600-h/college+randomness+360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204769841616142930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDsOmEsyQlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bhMrEzv-Klw/s320/college+randomness+360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tanner and I under the memorial arch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDsaWUsyQnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kiLfC7Yw2ow/s1600-h/college+randomness+358.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204782765172736626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDsaWUsyQnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kiLfC7Yw2ow/s320/college+randomness+358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes...I am on the Cannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-8386940333095509508?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/8386940333095509508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=8386940333095509508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8386940333095509508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8386940333095509508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-memory-of.html' title='In Memory of...'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDsNGEsyQjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_3x7OJHG7wo/s72-c/HPIM0836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-7618249069569514853</id><published>2008-05-25T16:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:34:20.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDnJ70syQdI/AAAAAAAAADw/OzbeomVV4AE/s1600-h/SANY0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204412873999270354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDnJ70syQdI/AAAAAAAAADw/OzbeomVV4AE/s320/SANY0561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun came out and it was a BEAUTIFUL day. There is something about the beautiful blue sky and the warm sunshine that makes me just want to be outside, so after church to day, An-Hoa and I spent sometime outside, just sitting in the grass enjoying the beauty and the sun. So here I might look a little wind blown, but the breeze just added to the perfectness of the day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Yesterday, we played ultimate Frisbee...and not to brag, but I ended up with a couple of amazing catches that lead to some sweet touchdowns...and sweet bruises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-7618249069569514853?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7618249069569514853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7618249069569514853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7618249069569514853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7618249069569514853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunshine-on-my-shoulders-makes-me-happy.html' title='Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy!'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDnJ70syQdI/AAAAAAAAADw/OzbeomVV4AE/s72-c/SANY0561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-3054480523994021666</id><published>2008-05-22T10:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:38:00.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmony and Hill Cumorah</title><content type='html'>As I continue to see the neat church histroy sites here in New York, and near by, I am struck by how much it means to me to be able to have the restored gospel in my life. I'm so grateful for Joseph Smith being prepared to follow the Lord and listening to the spirit. This week especially I am grateful for hte resteration of hte priesthood and the Book of Mormon, as I got to visit Hill Cumorah and Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am standing in front of the Hill Cumorah monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDWCtUsyQaI/AAAAAAAAADY/V0iopEJXjlg/s1600-h/SANY0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203208659658752418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDWCtUsyQaI/AAAAAAAAADY/V0iopEJXjlg/s320/SANY0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the Monument in Harmony PA, that shows John the Baptist with Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDWDt0syQbI/AAAAAAAAADg/hwLm-46jrT8/s1600-h/SANY0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203209767760314802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDWDt0syQbI/AAAAAAAAADg/hwLm-46jrT8/s320/SANY0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Susquehanna River where Joseph and Oliver were baptized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDcgDEsyQcI/AAAAAAAAADo/P4_ofgVxMC0/s1600-h/SANY0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203663131623178690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDcgDEsyQcI/AAAAAAAAADo/P4_ofgVxMC0/s320/SANY0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a beautiful day, and though the drive was long, it was worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-3054480523994021666?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/3054480523994021666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=3054480523994021666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3054480523994021666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/3054480523994021666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/05/harmony-and-hill-cumorah.html' title='Harmony and Hill Cumorah'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SDWCtUsyQaI/AAAAAAAAADY/V0iopEJXjlg/s72-c/SANY0544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-8010220691199767619</id><published>2008-05-13T19:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:05:02.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping to smell the lilacs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCspdUfM93I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZNkvwM6AmOM/s1600-h/SANY0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200295778421897074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCspdUfM93I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZNkvwM6AmOM/s200/SANY0542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCspeUfM94I/AAAAAAAAADA/IEpDbKeTJ8s/s1600-h/SANY0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200295795601766274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCspeUfM94I/AAAAAAAAADA/IEpDbKeTJ8s/s200/SANY0529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCspfUfM95I/AAAAAAAAADI/umVLIHT63Mk/s1600-h/SANY0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200295812781635474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCspfUfM95I/AAAAAAAAADI/umVLIHT63Mk/s200/SANY0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCspgUfM96I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d-_c_wily-8/s1600-h/SANY0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200295829961504674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCspgUfM96I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d-_c_wily-8/s200/SANY0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With spring comes one of my favorite smelling plants--Lilacs. In Rochester they have a lilac festival. Four of us decided to go check it out. It was incredible and the smell was intoxicating. I wish I could have captured that smell on camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-8010220691199767619?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/8010220691199767619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=8010220691199767619' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8010220691199767619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/8010220691199767619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/05/stopping-to-smell-lilacs.html' title='Stopping to smell the lilacs'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCspdUfM93I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZNkvwM6AmOM/s72-c/SANY0542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-1302980127337137088</id><published>2008-05-11T14:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:06:14.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Today is the day we get to celebrate those women who do more for us then anyone else--our mothers. I had the opportunity to talk in church to day about the divine role of motherhood and it helped me appreciate how much I love and appreciate all my own mom did and still does for me. I found this poem I thought would be appropriate, and with it want to say thanks mom. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Everything Mom&lt;br /&gt;How did you find the energy, Mom&lt;br /&gt;To do all the things you did,&lt;br /&gt;To be teacher, nurse and counselor&lt;br /&gt;To me, when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;How did you do it all, Mom,&lt;br /&gt;Be a chauffeur, cook and friend,&lt;br /&gt;Yet find time to be a playmate,&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;I see now it was love, Mom&lt;br /&gt;That made you come whenever I'd call,&lt;br /&gt;Your inexhaustible love, Mom&lt;br /&gt;And I thank you for it all.&lt;br /&gt;By Joanna Fuchs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-1302980127337137088?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/1302980127337137088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=1302980127337137088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/1302980127337137088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/1302980127337137088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-6876378392179808177</id><published>2008-05-08T09:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:23:38.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCMJZYtZY_I/AAAAAAAAACI/ZNe5gcjiZ4s/s1600-h/SANY0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198008726649922546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCMJZYtZY_I/AAAAAAAAACI/ZNe5gcjiZ4s/s320/SANY0521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCMJaYtZZAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cqdT6tnKrLY/s1600-h/SANY0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198008743829791746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCMJaYtZZAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cqdT6tnKrLY/s320/SANY0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCMIMYtZY8I/AAAAAAAAABw/hkPPan0VlBo/s1600-h/college+randomness+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198007403799995330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCMIMYtZY8I/AAAAAAAAABw/hkPPan0VlBo/s320/college+randomness+244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCMIMotZY9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/2qfYen8kFmY/s1600-h/college+randomness+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198007408094962642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCMIMotZY9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/2qfYen8kFmY/s320/college+randomness+243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCMJZItZY-I/AAAAAAAAACA/omzTLksX6oc/s1600-h/SANY0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198008722354955234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCMJZItZY-I/AAAAAAAAACA/omzTLksX6oc/s320/SANY0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCMIKItZY7I/AAAAAAAAABo/vxj4aGPxEwQ/s1600-h/college+randomness+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198007365145289650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCMIKItZY7I/AAAAAAAAABo/vxj4aGPxEwQ/s320/college+randomness+206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well I thought it might be time for some pictures of the neat and beautiful things that I am seeing out here in BEAUTIFUL NY! I went to the temple last week with the branch. It is very pretty (and very small) I love the stain glass windows that have the sacred grove on them.&lt;br /&gt;The second picture is of the sacred grove from the temple. Pres. Hinckley had the trees cut back so that you can see the grove from the temple. Its amazing! The other morning I had lots of time before work so I took a walk down town. There is a corner of palmyra that has four major churchs on each corner. This picture shows two of them. They don't quite date back to Joseph Smith's time, but to me it reminds me of the confict he must have felt in this highly religious diverse place.  I haven't taken the tour of the Book of Mormon publication site, just walked by. that is next on my list of things to do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-6876378392179808177?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/6876378392179808177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=6876378392179808177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6876378392179808177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/6876378392179808177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-i-thought-it-might-be-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCMJZYtZY_I/AAAAAAAAACI/ZNe5gcjiZ4s/s72-c/SANY0521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-5247383053584999478</id><published>2008-05-07T10:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T05:07:50.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCHCAYtZY4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/4iifNKDyJ2o/s1600-h/college+randomness+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197648756850910082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCHCAYtZY4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/4iifNKDyJ2o/s320/college+randomness+258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCHCA4tZY5I/AAAAAAAAABY/SWxVSy2L-RI/s1600-h/college+randomness+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197648765440844690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCHCA4tZY5I/AAAAAAAAABY/SWxVSy2L-RI/s320/college+randomness+262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCHCBItZY6I/AAAAAAAAABg/jvAuBCV7P5U/s1600-h/college+randomness+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197648769735812002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCHCBItZY6I/AAAAAAAAABg/jvAuBCV7P5U/s320/college+randomness+263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week we celebrated Cinco de Mayo for FHE and so here are some pictures of us hitting the Piñata. No, I am not in any of them... I took the pictures. But you can see some of the people I work with. The girl wearing the Piñata is my boss, and the two guys are the other interns, Tanner and Brian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-5247383053584999478?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/5247383053584999478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=5247383053584999478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/5247383053584999478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/5247383053584999478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco de Mayo'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SCHCAYtZY4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/4iifNKDyJ2o/s72-c/college+randomness+258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-7287501772256548783</id><published>2008-04-27T13:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:51:53.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week two</title><content type='html'>It is offically spring. We have even had a few thunderstorms to prove it. Every day the trees get greener, and prettier. It has actually been a slow week. We took a drive to Pittsburg which is about twenty minutes away. And despite its name, it is a really pretty town. The mainstreet is really pretty. We also drove by Valentown in Victor, which is also very close. Valentown is this really old hotel that is suppose to be haunted. Just looking at it, it looks haunted! It apparently made it on to Ghost Busters and theres a segment on youtube. Sounds creepy to me! I am really liking my job so far, though I do have a lot of down time. So....I started writing a book...again. As of yet, I have yet to finish any of the books I have started, but I already have most of this one playing out in my head...so we'll see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-7287501772256548783?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7287501772256548783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7287501772256548783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7287501772256548783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7287501772256548783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-two.html' title='Week two'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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-7920368167222683785.post-7665186136303995977</id><published>2008-04-20T15:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:56:44.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow, spring in New York! Could I get any luckier?! I think not. The trees are just starting to blossom and it is just beautiful! This has been a pretty slow week. I have just started training at the front desk. The hotel is a small but pretty hotel. Its a little wie&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SBT1s26BnmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n1eYzuFsIco/s1600-h/SANY0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194046421266964066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SBT1s26BnmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n1eYzuFsIco/s320/SANY0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rd to live here, but I am adjusting. I jsut have to ignore the babies that scream up stairs! (ok, so that was just one day...I'll survive!) I've had some fun experiences already. Friday night, one of the girls that workds here took me to a near by resturant so that I can start suggesting places to people. It was pretty good, but right before we got our food, the electricity went out! It was crazy! We ended up eathing our food in the dark. The whole block was out! The server brought us out a candle to eat with. Yesterday we played ultimate frisbee for 3 hrs. it was crazy, but fun. I was exsausted by the time we finished. Also took a walk to the sacred grove. (see picture at right) Its so cool to be right next door! The singles branch here seems fun. But the funniest things was today about 8 guys walked in and every girls head snaped back to watch. Apparently, they were new. Turns out they are all from BYU-i and are selling security systems here. The branch just doubled in size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-7665186136303995977?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/7665186136303995977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=7665186136303995977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7665186136303995977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/7665186136303995977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-one.html' title='Week One'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SBT1s26BnmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n1eYzuFsIco/s72-c/SANY0477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920368167222683785.post-2584177145901268820</id><published>2008-04-18T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:07:10.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new neice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SAlTGDv7MuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JVL1WF7nuNg/s1600-h/SANY0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190771409071846114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SAlTGDv7MuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JVL1WF7nuNg/s320/SANY0472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SAlSxjv7MtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1eDOOoS71Vw/s1600-h/SANY0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190771056884527826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SAlSxjv7MtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1eDOOoS71Vw/s320/SANY0470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;On my way to New York, I got to play a little "Aunt Rachel" to my Nephews Parker (6) and Reed (1...next week) and my niece Bailey (one month) it really was exciting! Those two boys kept me on my toes! Parker had me playing cars, football, soccer and basketball. He's pretty good...even when he doesn't cheat. At one point during a fun game of football, Parker decided he wanted a break. So he said "lets go sit in the shade for a couple of hours." During our time in the shade he asked me how old I was and when I told him he said "whoa, that's a really big number." Talk about making you feel old! Well, I guess to a seven year old, anything with two digits seems old. Bailey is a sweet little girl. She is a very pretty baby, and she looked adorable in her blessing dress. Reed was so cute to watch playing. He started tackling his six year old cousin. And seeing him play on construction equipment was so cute! Hopefully they all love me as much as I love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920368167222683785-2584177145901268820?l=lifeofabyers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/feeds/2584177145901268820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7920368167222683785&amp;postID=2584177145901268820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2584177145901268820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920368167222683785/posts/default/2584177145901268820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeofabyers.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-neice.html' title='My new neice'/><author><name>Rachel Byers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07445823393364887035</uri><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/_RxJ60vTd0BI/SAlTGDv7MuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JVL1WF7nuNg/s72-c/SANY0472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
