<?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-3797663591107952942</id><updated>2011-08-27T05:07:14.084-07:00</updated><category term='San Diego'/><category term='iphone'/><category term='memories'/><category term='Words with friends'/><category term='Adventures'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Move'/><category term='BYU-Idaho'/><category term='PRSSA'/><category term='Arizona'/><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlVeP6F5qgI/AAAAAAAAACg/nQ4WDpk0MhY/s320/DSCN0715.JPG'/><category term='life'/><category term='Job'/><title type='text'>Roddita</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-1433502422980509209</id><published>2011-07-19T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T23:24:35.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU-Idaho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PRSSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Diego'/><title type='text'>Feeling Nostalgic - PRSSA Style</title><content type='html'>In the fall of 2009 I was just a few short weeks away from my college graduation and about to attend my first PRSSA National Conference. I thought I had all of the answers and knew where life was going to take me. I wasn't exactly right, but I wasn't exactly wrong either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not live with my parents. I do live in a city I didn't grow up in or go to school in. I do  absolutely love my job.  BUT I do live with my very kind sister and her husband, I did grow up visiting Phoenix and I'm not doing internal communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I along with two of the best people I could have ever hoped to work with were asked to give a presentation at the 2009 PRSSA National Conference in San Diego, California. We were asked to present on how to create a student run PR agency at the university level. It was flawless - our presentation could not have gone better - well maybe not exactly flawless... I did accidently create a graphic that said  'timsheet' instead of 'timesheet'... but it went off without a hitch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I kind of felt like a ROCKSTAR as the presentation came to a close. We took questions from the audience for about 10 minutes and they were still hungry for our knowledge. We had students, faculty advisors, and other conference attendees all coming up to us seeking our thoughts and opinions on matters that were important to them and their universities. There I was 22 years old and still in the midsts of my undergraduate education being asked for my expertise in starting a student run PR agency. It was an out of body experience that I will never forget. I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to work at a student agency while in school. It provided to be an extremely valuable experience and helped me land incredible internships and my current position.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference was so much more to me than this canned experience/ right of passage most others seem to have had. During my internship the previous summer I had the opportunity to first learn and then teach presentation skills seminars to other interns and professionals at the company. My skills learned in the classroom got me the internship where I l acquired the skills that helped me teach my classmates and allowed us to nail this presentation. It really solidified in my mind the need for both academic and professional experience prior to graduating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt prepared. I felt confident. I felt ready to graduate when the time came because of BYU-Idaho professors that cared, i-Comm Student Media, PRSSA and my internships.&lt;br /&gt;With anything in life though, it's important to remember to love life and have fun along the way. There is a time to be serious and there is a time tohave and be fun! One late night while working on our presentation we stumbledupon this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_Gn8e_usSY"&gt;YouTube Gem &lt;/a&gt;and every time I see it I feel a little nostalgic for PRSSA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8sdOXny5JA/TiZ0GZ5jFAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/FGnUC6npLKk/s320/Picture%2B2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631316037453681666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_Gn8e_usSY"&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/3797663591107952942-1433502422980509209?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/1433502422980509209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=1433502422980509209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/1433502422980509209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/1433502422980509209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2011/07/feeling-nostalgic-prssa-style.html' title='Feeling Nostalgic - PRSSA Style'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8sdOXny5JA/TiZ0GZ5jFAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/FGnUC6npLKk/s72-c/Picture%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-8726359698202929290</id><published>2010-11-29T18:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:00:29.937-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words with friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>suck on that one Matt Briney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TPRosk3-LoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tcbC-McyuQU/s1600/words%2Bwith%2Bfriends.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TPRosk3-LoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tcbC-McyuQU/s320/words%2Bwith%2Bfriends.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545172156221894274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made the most amazing play ever on words with friends using my iphone 3GS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-8726359698202929290?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/8726359698202929290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=8726359698202929290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/8726359698202929290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/8726359698202929290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2010/11/suck-on-that-one-matt-briney.html' title='suck on that one Matt Briney'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TPRosk3-LoI/AAAAAAAAAZY/tcbC-McyuQU/s72-c/words%2Bwith%2Bfriends.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-1094907284117440834</id><published>2010-11-24T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:33:59.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arizona'/><title type='text'>I'm back in the Saddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well to be honest I was never really in the saddle, so I guess I'm trying to find my way into a saddle. I'm bad at this whole blog thing. I have lots of thoughts and I have random adventure's I'd like to share but sometimes said adventures get in the way of actually writing about previous ones. So.... I've made a new goal: blog once a week. That's totally doable. Right? Right. Positive self talk - believe it, become it. However for now, I'm going to breeze past the last 3 months in pictures so everyone is up to date and I'm starting fresh on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO33rQmQZAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/g5LB7zumrN8/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543359038924809218" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get to go to the temple every week and I'm obsessed with going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO37hw2B9bI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/omGE5LIqkNI/s1600/business%2Bcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO37hw2B9bI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/omGE5LIqkNI/s320/business%2Bcard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543363273828726194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO37hw2B9bI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/omGE5LIqkNI/s1600/business%2Bcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anglespr.com/"&gt;Business Card oh Business Card how I love thee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO37hw2B9bI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/omGE5LIqkNI/s1600/business%2Bcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO37hw2B9bI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/omGE5LIqkNI/s1600/business%2Bcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO33r0LAnuI/AAAAAAAAAXg/FtsOv9UEdz0/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543359048474205922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My job even allows me to go see crazy musicians like Michael Bolton &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO35TXqfqJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/7gibb3HyIhc/s320/softball%2Bteam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543360827528030354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I joined a ward softball team and met lots good people and made fun friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO33vG50pTI/AAAAAAAAAX4/e8LTQn6seFg/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543359105041999154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated the Mrs. birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO35Q4Jur1I/AAAAAAAAAYI/Kr9J7c6AmyY/s320/IMG_0562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543360784709365586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to SoCal to visit friends and finally got to go to the 500 days of summer bench &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO35QnKVNiI/AAAAAAAAAYA/_5U9b4VJL_c/s320/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543360780148487714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO33tPwrPGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/nGe1WNBOmW8/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543359073059814498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have lots of random adventures with Jodi - she somehow always seems to get free food, this time from the 7-11 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO36hqfH46I/AAAAAAAAAZI/1CoZz7j-5KA/s1600/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO36hqfH46I/AAAAAAAAAZI/1CoZz7j-5KA/s320/halloween.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543362172610405282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Halloween Parties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO35St_XjVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sz3dYgwninU/s320/IMG_0593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543360816341290322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1920's golfer and Flapper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO35RnIIBRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LaPyKMW-hmM/s320/IMG_0595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543360797319103762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh hey, remember that time I was on Good Morning America?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO36fGv9EOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/YXLtmQMSTqU/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543362128657584354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold me closer Tony Danza! - Amazing live &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO36gg5d9pI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cQk3X0k9AWk/s1600/Cotton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO36gg5d9pI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cQk3X0k9AWk/s320/Cotton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543362152856680082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Helped a client make the world's largest cotton swab - I'm going to be in Guiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO36gg5d9pI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cQk3X0k9AWk/s1600/Cotton.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO36eSUl88I/AAAAAAAAAYo/zGDDFeu5OFw/s1600/IMG_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO36eSUl88I/AAAAAAAAAYo/zGDDFeu5OFw/s320/IMG_0719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543362114584179650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Finally went to the Airplane Graveyard - Officially crossed off my bucket list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO36eSUl88I/AAAAAAAAAYo/zGDDFeu5OFw/s1600/IMG_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3797663591107952942-1094907284117440834?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/1094907284117440834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=1094907284117440834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/1094907284117440834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/1094907284117440834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-back-in-saddle.html' title='I&apos;m back in the Saddle'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TO33rQmQZAI/AAAAAAAAAXY/g5LB7zumrN8/s72-c/IMG_0343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-3932087990737468719</id><published>2010-08-31T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:23:25.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Move'/><title type='text'>I have a J O B</title><content type='html'>I started my great adventure out west on Saturday. I flew from Indianapolis to Phoenix with my, ultra Xanax-ed, sister Erin. I am living with her and her husband Aaron for a few months while I get everything figured out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Aaron, as we like to call him, is very well connected in the community. He thought Ania, of ANGLES PR, and I would be a great fit. I was fortunate enough to meet with her yesterday. Accept a contract position today and will start tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heavenly Father is so good! :) I've been in Tempe for 3 days and I have a job for the next 3 months. I'm thinking I made the right choice when I decided to move here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-3932087990737468719?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/3932087990737468719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=3932087990737468719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/3932087990737468719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/3932087990737468719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-j-o-b.html' title='I have a J O B'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-7268134780872842891</id><published>2010-08-12T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T13:20:23.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without a car</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I lived 2,000 miles away from home for 4 and 1/2 years without a car. Many have asked yourself several times, how is possible to live so far from home with no car. I have 1 very important person to thank and 1 very important asset to thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 1 Craig Shipley and his car - may she rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504619156703836738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TGRV9VMkekI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ykWE1z8NStU/s320/brooke+and+ship.bmp" /&gt;He was always so willing to give me a ride, drop me off, pick me up, road trip to Utah and back in one day. I would have not made it without him or his car. Especially that last semester of school. So Mr. Shipley I say thank you for all of the rides and good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 To quote Julia Roberts: 'They're called boobs Ed'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504619959077115394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TGRWsCRRFgI/AAAAAAAAAXI/wRkEk1nVUso/s320/julia.bmp" /&gt;Never, and I mean never underestimate the power of your feminine whiles on a member of the opposite sex.&lt;br /&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/3797663591107952942-7268134780872842891?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/7268134780872842891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=7268134780872842891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/7268134780872842891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/7268134780872842891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-without-car.html' title='Life without a car'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TGRV9VMkekI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ykWE1z8NStU/s72-c/brooke+and+ship.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-1586654919624199484</id><published>2010-08-03T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T13:20:24.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona or Bust!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TFh005vqcfI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bKsSnSjUnSg/s1600/ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501275397035815410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TFh005vqcfI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bKsSnSjUnSg/s320/ticket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I BOUGHT MY PLANE TICKET LAST NIGHT! I'M MOVING AUGUST 28, 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-1586654919624199484?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/1586654919624199484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=1586654919624199484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/1586654919624199484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/1586654919624199484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2010/08/arisona-or-bust.html' title='Arizona or Bust!'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/TFh005vqcfI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bKsSnSjUnSg/s72-c/ticket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-7936755286568071473</id><published>2010-05-05T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:34:19.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chop Chop</title><content type='html'>So I decided it was time for a change... and I chopped all of my hair off about a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my sister in law kindly reminded me of all the hairstyles/colors/cuts I've had in just the past year alone...please let me review with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-Hg2qa0d1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/JfoNKXH3Lv4/s1600/fire+engine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898652308830034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-Hg2qa0d1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/JfoNKXH3Lv4/s320/fire+engine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First there was the super awesome fire engine red which was my personal favorite. If I could I'd be this color forever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-Hg2M7X9AI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IQtbx3Xv0is/s1600/wedding.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898644392309762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-Hg2M7X9AI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IQtbx3Xv0is/s320/wedding.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then I had to tone down that bright red for one Samantha Tilletts wedding :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgtefVizI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hHS67EWY_vY/s1600/bruno.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898494487726898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgtefVizI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hHS67EWY_vY/s320/bruno.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Bruno though I thought he would like a nice chestnut brown... I was right :) we did the jump on dance and may have sweat on eachother once upon a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgsoelcdI/AAAAAAAAAWI/vubLhU33KGU/s1600/red.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898479989060050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgsoelcdI/AAAAAAAAAWI/vubLhU33KGU/s320/red.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before returning to BYU- Idaho for my last semester I wanted to return to a saucy shade of red, I think this goal was both realized and accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgsNhwBkI/AAAAAAAAAWA/oqbYmtW5aqc/s1600/9.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898472754579010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgsNhwBkI/AAAAAAAAAWA/oqbYmtW5aqc/s320/9.10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I let the red tone down a bit and fade into a nice sangria red if we were going by caryola standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgrilsZBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Bad8nG_9L5c/s1600/fake+blonde.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898461228393490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgrilsZBI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Bad8nG_9L5c/s320/fake+blonde.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was also fake blonde for a day and boy of boy did I get lots of positive feedback. High school perves were coming out of the wood works making comments on my Facebook page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgTViNXsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2nJz4fGzew0/s1600/11.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898045407256258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgTViNXsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/2nJz4fGzew0/s320/11.09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The fake blonde did however inspire me to go blonde for real... but in degrees this would be step 1 strawberry blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgS5oS3mI/AAAAAAAAAVo/q7a0TuujlPY/s1600/12.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898037916589666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgS5oS3mI/AAAAAAAAAVo/q7a0TuujlPY/s320/12.09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Along the way I thought Why not get straight across bangs? Who doesn't love those?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgSjYEHFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/iGrQ-zos5Mg/s1600/grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898031942933586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgSjYEHFI/AAAAAAAAAVg/iGrQ-zos5Mg/s320/grad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For graduation I went ahead and had step 2 completed for my mission to plaitnum blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgSWL57_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/n3C2u0H-v3A/s1600/stevies+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898028402274290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgSWL57_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/n3C2u0H-v3A/s320/stevies+wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But oh wait, I graduated and didn't have a job...step 3 along with my dreams of being gainfully employed upon graduation were washed away once again with this $10 rinse from wal-mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgSA2nqsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dP8EwZtc5V0/s1600/now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467898022675851970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-HgSA2nqsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dP8EwZtc5V0/s320/now.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can imagine my hair was SEVERLY damaged to say the least... so I CUT IT ALL OFF! I LOVE IT. LOVE IT. LOVE IT.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-7936755286568071473?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/7936755286568071473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=7936755286568071473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/7936755286568071473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/7936755286568071473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2010/05/chop-chop.html' title='Chop Chop'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S-Hg2qa0d1I/AAAAAAAAAWo/JfoNKXH3Lv4/s72-c/fire+engine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-2466773210489780753</id><published>2010-03-10T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:47:34.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things Stevie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So it's true: Stevie Ann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Loftfield&lt;/span&gt;, will no longer be Stevie Ann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Loftfield&lt;/span&gt;... she's going to be Stevie Ann &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gerratt&lt;/span&gt;. She's marrying a boy on Saturday. Shouldn't boys still have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cooties&lt;/span&gt;? I dunno maybe that's why I won't be getting married on Saturday and she will be. Sometimes boys still have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cooties&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways that's besides the point. This blog is all things Stevie. All of the things that I have loved learning, sharing and experiencing with Stevie over the past 4 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see Stevie and I met August 22, 2005. Yes, I can tell you the exact date. It was the day we moved into the dorms together. I'll never forget it. Stevie was quiet, shy and terribly upset about the fact that her family was leaving her in the frigid cold as they returned to the Arizona sun. :( I remember wondering if she was going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. It was touch and go for the first few days. It seemed almost instantly that Stevie, Katie and I shared a bond. This weird quirky little bond that unless you're a part of you probably don't understand. Sometimes Stevie and I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; from our bedrooms about how weird we thought some of our roommates behaviors were. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bahaha&lt;/span&gt; and that was only the tip on the iceberg when it comes to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; roommate behavior. I giggle as I look back at all of the things we experience together. I couldn't imagine going through it with anyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was that whole awkward get to know you period, luckily that didn't last long. We bonded over little things, we walked on campus together and ate our meals mostly at the Galley. Oh the Galley. Found memories ensue just by saying the word Galley. Once we were in the friend zone it seemed only natural bonding with other girls in the dorms and pulling pranks on some of the guys we know. It escalated to egging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bidulph&lt;/span&gt; Hall and then being required to do 2 hours of 'community service on a Friday night on our end. But don't worry the boys always seemed to one up us. This time it was a dead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;squirrel&lt;/span&gt; delivery &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;courtesy&lt;/span&gt; of Pizza Hut. Then there was that time we went to a foam party and ended up taking a shower together with Katie because it was just to cold and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;slippery&lt;/span&gt; to take turns. We had roommates with fake engagements and marriages, one that liked to cook beef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;strough&lt;/span&gt; and stink up the entire apartment, one that was antisocial and probably spoke 10 words to us the entire semester, well she wasn't antisocial in general, just to us. We've ran around most of Idaho, Utah and Arizona together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years we took Horseback Riding, Book of Mormon, Field Biology, New Testament, Visual Media, Advanced Visual Media, Book Arts, Mass Media and Preparing for Eternal Marriage. I have spent from 7 am to 11 pm in the same room on campus and I didn't want to kill her. We just laughed through it and helped each other make it with a little help from Kitty and a place we like to call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jamba&lt;/span&gt; Juice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stevie I love you. I am so proud of you. I'll miss my 'Stevie Ann Loftfield' but I'm excited to welcome Stevie Ann Gerratt into my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-2466773210489780753?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/2466773210489780753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=2466773210489780753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/2466773210489780753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/2466773210489780753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-things-stevie.html' title='All Things Stevie'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-698939295164924837</id><published>2010-03-04T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:14:53.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 years ago today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's the 63rd day of 2010 but lets jump back 5,475 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The year is 1995 &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;President Hinckley was the Prophet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Michael Johnson beat the world record in 400m indoor track &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;John Candy died &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Bill Clinton was the President of the USA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Gloria Estefan's song Everlasting Love was number 1 on the Billboard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        top 100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;The World Summit on Social Development begins in Copenhagen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Best part of 15 years ago I was baptized :) &lt;/span&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/3797663591107952942-698939295164924837?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/698939295164924837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=698939295164924837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/698939295164924837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/698939295164924837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2010/03/15-years-ago-today.html' title='15 years ago today'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-7617982642615541873</id><published>2010-02-23T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:21:33.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret Round 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Coming to a mailbox or hopefully our favorite .blogspot near you. A month ago Danya, Sarah and I went to EKU to hear Frank Warren from Post Secret speak. On the trip home we all made the deal to create our very own post secret postcard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;A few of my favorites from the site are included below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S4TEvXMz-sI/AAAAAAAAATc/E7KcpguQtBM/s1600-h/PostSecret-27-September-2009-postsecret-8362060-288-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S4TEvXMz-sI/AAAAAAAAATc/E7KcpguQtBM/s320/PostSecret-27-September-2009-postsecret-8362060-288-400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441690567731051202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S4TEu7FeDHI/AAAAAAAAATU/WYG92Y8QUI8/s1600-h/Postcards--9-Sept----16-Sept-postsecret-254198_420_628.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S4S9kA5iqaI/AAAAAAAAATM/ylvxUDdWxWQ/s320/postsecret6061805.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441682676184689058" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S4S9jZUy7dI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Bst6-HGJMLM/s1600-h/PostSecret-6.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S4S9jZUy7dI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Bst6-HGJMLM/s320/PostSecret-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441682665561583058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-7617982642615541873?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/7617982642615541873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=7617982642615541873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/7617982642615541873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/7617982642615541873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-secret-round-2.html' title='Post Secret Round 2'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S4TEvXMz-sI/AAAAAAAAATc/E7KcpguQtBM/s72-c/PostSecret-27-September-2009-postsecret-8362060-288-400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-6873470265300538500</id><published>2010-02-08T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:21:36.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>My dad is in the Branch Presidency that I attend. This also means when he needs someone to give a 20 minute talk he comes my way. In a few weeks I'll be talking about prayer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thesis is this: When we pray and we ask Heavenly Father for blessings we desire he gives us two answers. Either &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; - He says yes and grants our desire or &lt;b&gt;two&lt;/b&gt; - He says I'll give you something better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to all of  my blog friends, I am asking you... yes you. To contribute to my talk. I need insights. I need experiences. I need thoughts. If you have anything about prayer you'd like to share I would appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;berodda@gmail.com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-6873470265300538500?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/6873470265300538500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=6873470265300538500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/6873470265300538500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/6873470265300538500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2010/02/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-8561097606740505232</id><published>2010-02-01T20:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:07:11.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumors true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you've tried to get in touch with me in the past few days and I haven't responded, I promise there is a good reason. I wasn't just silencing my phone for the fun of it. Well maybe for some of you I was but lets not get into that right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;DRUM ROLE PLEASE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've applied to Grad School. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A Master of Arts in Student Affairs Administrator in Higher Education&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ball State University&lt;/span&gt; - Muncie, Indiana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S2exsNAelEI/AAAAAAAAASs/Km7MyovLFL8/s320/Ball+State.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433506848409818178" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last week has been a little crazy to say the least. Within 1 week, 7 days, 168 hours I decided to apply for grad school and had to have everything for the process turned in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Apply  for admission to the Grad School &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Get 3 people to agree to be professional references &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Write 2 essays&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Request transcripts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cough up 50 bones for the administrators outfit, i mean admissions fee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;send e-mails &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Apply for admissions to my program &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of right now I have been admitted to the Grad School, but that really means nothing unless I'm admitted to my program. . .  I interview on the 20th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cross your fingers. I couldn't be more excited about the possibilities of going to grad school. I feel positive about this decision and have fallen in love with the program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So until the 20th this is all I will be saying about grad school. AND depending on how my interview goes, this may be my only mention of ever applying...&lt;br /&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/3797663591107952942-8561097606740505232?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/8561097606740505232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=8561097606740505232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/8561097606740505232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/8561097606740505232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2010/02/rumors-true.html' title='Rumors true'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S2exsNAelEI/AAAAAAAAASs/Km7MyovLFL8/s72-c/Ball+State.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-6586212248138199815</id><published>2010-01-23T12:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:20:56.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have been a lover and admirer of Post Secret for quite some time. On Thursday I had the opportunity to go to my first ever Post Secret event!!! It was fantastic! I made an 8 hour road trip to get there - 4 hours there, 4 hours back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Along the way . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S1t1tI4Q-3I/AAAAAAAAASk/yvI3xQshnEQ/s320/DSCN1426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430063194063305586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Danya tried beef jerky for the first time ever: it was delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S1tzyiUtiwI/AAAAAAAAASU/5UBVlH5g0V0/s320/Glee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430061087769594626" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Listened to Glee volume 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S1tz6DUy2wI/AAAAAAAAASc/BZuyWojDzD8/s1600-h/Fast+and+Furious.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S1tz6DUy2wI/AAAAAAAAASc/BZuyWojDzD8/s1600-h/Fast+and+Furious.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S1tz6DUy2wI/AAAAAAAAASc/BZuyWojDzD8/s320/Fast+and+Furious.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430061216887397122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Made some fast and furious like moves on the freeway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S1tzxTQV1TI/AAAAAAAAAR8/acrQIbJ7Fac/s320/DSCN1427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430061066544862514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We didn't actually have tickets when we go there, BUT thanks to some kind strangers in line we got 3 tickets! Thank you Richmond :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S1tzyN8ODaI/AAAAAAAAASM/lG-cuzrZqds/s1600-h/DSCN1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S1tzyN8ODaI/AAAAAAAAASM/lG-cuzrZqds/s1600-h/DSCN1433.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S1tzyN8ODaI/AAAAAAAAASM/lG-cuzrZqds/s320/DSCN1433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430061082298158498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Listened to Frank tell the history of Post Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S1tzxxEXukI/AAAAAAAAASE/WvdjNNdipaw/s1600-h/DSCN1438.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S1tzxxEXukI/AAAAAAAAASE/WvdjNNdipaw/s320/DSCN1438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430061074547718722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Best Part of the trip: Frank singed my book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thanks Frank, you've given me several great memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;At the end of the night he told us "Free your secret and become who you are." So as a challenge I am inviting everyone who reads this blog to share one of your secrets with me. In return I promise to share one of my secrets with you. I also will share with you a special website that Frank gave us with access to 90 additional Post Secrets. . . . Happy Secrets :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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/3797663591107952942-6586212248138199815?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/6586212248138199815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=6586212248138199815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/6586212248138199815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/6586212248138199815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-secret.html' title='Post Secret'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S1t1tI4Q-3I/AAAAAAAAASk/yvI3xQshnEQ/s72-c/DSCN1426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-6260692439713354689</id><published>2010-01-14T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:28:38.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pittsburgh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it's TRUE... I'm applying for jobs in Pittsburgh. I recognize this is random, and slightly odd which makes it right up my ally. SO I thought I would do a Pittsburgh by the numbers to help you see the appeal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;universities &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;stakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;state parks within the greater Pittsburgh area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;interactive exhibits at the Carnegie Mellon Science Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;rivers - Ohio, Allegheny and Monongahela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; YSA Ward- AN ACTUALLY WARD!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;professional sports teams; baseball, football and hockey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;super legit Andy Warhol museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1,200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;places to get a pierogi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;museums &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;international airport &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S1AXHXLIZRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/XJNdaildjFA/s320/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426862966228673810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-6260692439713354689?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/6260692439713354689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=6260692439713354689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/6260692439713354689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/6260692439713354689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2010/01/pittsburgh.html' title='Pittsburgh...'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S1AXHXLIZRI/AAAAAAAAAR0/XJNdaildjFA/s72-c/Picture+13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-6856887427564860716</id><published>2010-01-05T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:03:43.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having a puter makes me a BFF</title><content type='html'>Most people I know LOVE to have their picture taken. I'm not quite sure what it is about having a camera in your hands, or a Mac with an internal camera that makes everyone want to be your best friend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece Masyn is only 3 years old and is seriously giving everyone, even you craig shipley, a run for their money! Last night I came home and she said 'uhhh brooke can we take pictures on your puter' She can't quite say computer yet so we just call it a 'puter' and my oh my did she bring out the cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S0OvEI-Mz5I/AAAAAAAAARs/CUret1Dhm5E/s1600-h/Photo+393.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S0OvD8khQgI/AAAAAAAAARk/NmS9Ubq0bfk/s1600-h/Photo+393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S0OvD8khQgI/AAAAAAAAARk/NmS9Ubq0bfk/s320/Photo+393.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423370858617979394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S0OvDh0ouHI/AAAAAAAAARc/T3WA7LPIDcE/s1600-h/Photo+392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S0OvDh0ouHI/AAAAAAAAARc/T3WA7LPIDcE/s320/Photo+392.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423370851437820018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S0OvDNlBOYI/AAAAAAAAARU/_xZ-9zU2JiE/s1600-h/Photo+391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S0OvDNlBOYI/AAAAAAAAARU/_xZ-9zU2JiE/s320/Photo+391.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423370846003607938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S0OvC8SGyXI/AAAAAAAAARM/rnTLIfrqNvs/s1600-h/Photo+390.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S0OvC8SGyXI/AAAAAAAAARM/rnTLIfrqNvs/s320/Photo+390.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423370841360877938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-6856887427564860716?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/6856887427564860716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=6856887427564860716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/6856887427564860716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/6856887427564860716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2010/01/having-puter-makes-me-bff.html' title='Having a puter makes me a BFF'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/S0OvD8khQgI/AAAAAAAAARk/NmS9Ubq0bfk/s72-c/Photo+393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-4378712605817854883</id><published>2009-12-28T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:59:48.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday at church the Young Women's leaders asked Dana, Courtney, Lindsay and I speak to the girls. We spoke about life goals and how we have used goal setting, and the skills we learned while in Young Women to succeed in life. Each of these girls are amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SzlW7PF2s8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/671_umQCkyk/s320/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420459202180461506" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dana Blackburn: Amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BYU: Archeology &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semester in Nauvoo, Jordan, Jerusalem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Be open to the spirit. Allow him to be a part of your life, decisions and goals. He will guide you to opportunities you've never dreamed of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SzlXmyzWd3I/AAAAAAAAARE/oDIOiPbqOSo/s320/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420459950500902770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Courtney Petersen: Adventuresome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BYU: Anthropology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Internship in Nepal followed by a semester long research project in India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Always remember the importance of social networking. Get involved, make friends and opportunities will come as you're open and network within your field of study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SzlW8IC7A_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/nmAyxvFpzQM/s320/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420459217468982258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lindsay Petersen: Spiritual Giant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BYU: Human and Child Development &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently Returned from the Carlsbad, California Mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Trust the Lord. Remember to always put him first. If we include him and walk in righteousness he will provide for us. It will be hard and we might not always want to do it, but it will work out. We need not fear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SzlW8zF1t1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hmPYsUEV6VE/s1600-h/Brooke+Grad.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SzlW8zF1t1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hmPYsUEV6VE/s1600-h/Brooke+Grad.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SzlW8zF1t1I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/hmPYsUEV6VE/s320/Brooke+Grad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420459229023942482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brooke Rodda: Looking for a J - O - B &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BYU–Idaho: Communication&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Distinguished Graduate; Newel K. Whitney Award &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Decide what you want to study – and be the best at it. If you're going to do something do it right. Get involved. Set aside time to work on your goals each week and do not let anything get in the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm grateful we were able to speak to the young women. It made me think about what I want/need to do with my life. I have to set goals in order to succeed. I have done that my whole life and it has served me well. So thinking about all of these things, letting them marinate I need to make goals. So here is what I'm thinking: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read the Book of Mormon at least once every year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go to the Temple once a month &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Join PRSA - the adult version of PRSSA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exercise twice a week  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go to Australia before 2015&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do my visiting teaching every month &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a job before March 1, 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clean out my room!!!! . . . and keep it that way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go on more dates &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Go out with the sister missionaries &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go on a great american road trip with my besties &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go to all 50 states before 2020&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get a passport before the end of 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read the bible cover to cover before 2015&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Own a black range rover &lt;--- I'll know I've made it if I can do this!&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/3797663591107952942-4378712605817854883?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/4378712605817854883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=4378712605817854883' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/4378712605817854883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/4378712605817854883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-life-goals.html' title='Life Goals'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SzlW7PF2s8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/671_umQCkyk/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-1851503439908717269</id><published>2009-12-24T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T22:43:45.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a college Grad... what now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I did it. I made it through. I walked across that stage as they read '&lt;b&gt;Brooke Elizabeth Rodda, Communication'&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SzRe5oitNVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qHDNqe-mxps/s320/DSCN0741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419060595862091090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I have a degree.  BUT what on earth am I supposed to do with that degree? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any thoughts? I am open to suggestions. If you have any please forward them on to me... berodda@gmail.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-1851503439908717269?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/1851503439908717269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=1851503439908717269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/1851503439908717269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/1851503439908717269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-college-grad-what-now.html' title='I&apos;m a college Grad... what now.'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SzRe5oitNVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qHDNqe-mxps/s72-c/DSCN0741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-4972378262837666672</id><published>2009-12-14T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:06:25.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU-Idaho'/><title type='text'>per craigs request</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So tonight Craig 'demanded' that I update my blog at least once a week with the happenings of my life. Let me give you a little flavor of this week. I don't really want to study for my VERY LAST FINAL OF MY UNDERGRAD CAREER that I will be taking in the morning... I mean C's get Degree's right? So anyways back to the list of things to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Spend 24,000 hours with my boyfriend Jacob Spori, I sure am going to miss him when I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sleep very little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cry some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Say goodbye to my favorite professors, places, roommates, apartments. ect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Make books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Parents come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Go to the temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Horkley's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sleep over with my favorite people :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Help craig apply for an internship in Indiana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Probably cry a little more – both happy and sad tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Favorite part of this week: Getting ready and then actually walking across the stage in the Hart Auditorium as they say 'Brooke Elizabeth Rodda' and I get my diploma cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can't believe that my time in Rexburg is finally winding down. I remember thinking as a freshman I'M NEVER GOING TO MAKE IT! Well I've done it. I am actually going to graduate from college. I couldn't image life and especially Rexburg without Stevie, Katie, Mike and Craig. I've been with Stevie since day 1 freshman year in the dorms. I have never lived in Rexburg and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;not lived with Stevie. SO enough with the sap before I cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Overall top 10 moments of my college experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. Random Dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nothing says Rexburg quite like coming home to ballon, streamers and secret notes just to be asked on a date for Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SycnFhyhHYI/AAAAAAAAANE/8fA035vYHcA/s320/Random+pics+046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415340052859395458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. Playing Dress up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Happened mostly freshman year, but you know you have good roommates when you've had a rough day and they come in your room dressed like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SycukKV1jjI/AAAAAAAAANs/LPCMG-WBVVM/s320/Freshman+Year+048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415348275722423858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. Pranks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've experience my fair share of popcorn, eggs, balloons, syrup, water-towers and even so far as a dead squirrel in a pizza box delivered courtesy of Pizza Hut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/Sycu74flxqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/J14MVli4ugk/s320/Freshman+Year+088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415348683248354978" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. Idaho Falls Slumber Party &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Slumber party at emily munk's house: pizza, pillow fights and paparazzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SyctZ079joI/AAAAAAAAANU/kfQ-eUWLBE4/s320/Jennies+Comp+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415346998666432130" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. Veronica Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh Veronica. BYU–Idaho would not have been the same without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/Syctr4bPGpI/AAAAAAAAANc/RvfdWrtKtc8/s320/Amandas+comp+154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415347308840557202" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Food/Paint/Mud/Water/Jello Fights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;College is supposed to be messy right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SycuDteXh6I/AAAAAAAAANk/hXIwoy_Iuy8/s320/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415347718217762722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. I'm in Pocatello and I am PISSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There is no one I would rather be stuck with. Best worst weekend of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/Sycs023W1cI/AAAAAAAAANM/pko3irklEsk/s320/DSCN4331.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415346363528828354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. So were going to Provo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rachelle and I meet Gleen Beck and then on a whim drove to Provo at 10 p.m. It was fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/Sycz51KppEI/AAAAAAAAAOM/qhWjdP1jVUk/s320/Provo!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415354145553622082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. NYC Expeditions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Not only did I get to go to NYC once for $300 but twice. God Bless BYU–Idaho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/Sycya63qLCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Pqlfi54qadA/s320/DSCN1236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415352514997005346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. The Rexburg Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Living so close to the Temple has changed my life forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/Sycwui2oCMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/GyecaQqZvn0/s320/DSCN3768.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415350653124348098" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Rexburg, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;     Thanks for the memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Brooke&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/3797663591107952942-4972378262837666672?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/4972378262837666672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=4972378262837666672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/4972378262837666672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/4972378262837666672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2009/12/per-craigs-request.html' title='per craigs request'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SycnFhyhHYI/AAAAAAAAANE/8fA035vYHcA/s72-c/Random+pics+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-8782800982861905712</id><published>2009-09-06T01:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T01:40:03.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veronica Mars</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is about Veronica Mars. Maybe it's her smile.  Maybe it's her charismatic personality. More realistically it's her bad A way of putting people in there place.  But I really can not get enough of her. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently re-watching season 1 and I've probably already watches this season 4 - 5 times. The excitement the mystery of who murdered Lilly Kane! Oh their just so sly I would have never guessed the murderer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SqN0dA3CRDI/AAAAAAAAADA/oAxGJwv_XOw/s320/Log+and+Ver.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378270421806367794" /&gt;&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/3797663591107952942-8782800982861905712?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/8782800982861905712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=8782800982861905712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/8782800982861905712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/8782800982861905712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2009/09/veronica-mars.html' title='Veronica Mars'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SqN0dA3CRDI/AAAAAAAAADA/oAxGJwv_XOw/s72-c/Log+and+Ver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-1606794744668488132</id><published>2009-07-08T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:15:54.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlVeP6F5qgI/AAAAAAAAACg/nQ4WDpk0MhY/s320/DSCN0715.JPG'/><title type='text'>1 2 3 4 Tell me that you love me more</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlVeO50UAlI/AAAAAAAAACY/JxQ9PgkqJKU/s320/DSCN0717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356290941958488658" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It only happens ONCE a century. Today we celebrated 12:34:56 7/8/09. We had to have an office cookie cake to celebrate such a momentous occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlVeOgTYcxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vP2uXwWwPr4/s320/DSCN0713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356290935109481234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The excitement is almost to much to bare! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlVfcwodqVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/m064hN6WTCA/s320/DSCN0718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356292279522666834" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ah where did Nicole go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlVeP6F5qgI/AAAAAAAAACg/nQ4WDpk0MhY/s320/DSCN0715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356290959212128770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Brenda having a heart to heart with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlVeQt5auTI/AAAAAAAAACo/4StVQPZhalc/s320/DSCN0714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356290973118413106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Even little Stori was helping to balance the cookie cake from inside the tum tum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3797663591107952942-1606794744668488132?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/1606794744668488132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=1606794744668488132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/1606794744668488132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/1606794744668488132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2009/07/1-2-3-4-tell-me-that-you-love-me-more.html' title='1 2 3 4 Tell me that you love me more'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlVeO50UAlI/AAAAAAAAACY/JxQ9PgkqJKU/s72-c/DSCN0717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-2168392755415806143</id><published>2009-07-06T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T16:17:09.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to Sexburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry I've neglected you blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I would say life has dealt me quite the hand in the past few weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;First Katie and I pulled off the surprise of the century! We made it to Idaho for our friends birthdays without anyone knowing... ok well Katie told a few people but I kept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my mouth shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My life wold not be complete with out at least a few awkward things happening while in Rexburg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  My friend essential emotionally  pushed  me off a cliff because he said the other person  would be on the ground  to catch me... he wasn't. Thats ok. Love it when that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  Contracted diarrhea of the mouth... Brought up a time a semi-stranger touched one of my friends boobs over a  year ago in front of said semi-stranger and  my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  Made reference to the fact one of my roommates always wanted to be a teen mother by saying 'Stevie said she always wanted to get knocked up...any takers?' in a room full of people she didn't know.  (I still feel bad about that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  Because of number 1 I spent several awkward hours not really sure how to act, but trying to play it cool... didn't work *See 2 &amp;amp; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Moral of the story, I had a great time and made plenty of memories with some of my favorite people on earth. I had a great time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlK0rGL3z2I/AAAAAAAAABY/nXzU1gtQ7vg/s320/DSCN0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355541559384723298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kitty and I are so stealthy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlK20nJKOiI/AAAAAAAAABo/UThIE3ZhSeA/s320/DSCN0324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355543921873795618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy Birthday Cra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlK20UAVepI/AAAAAAAAABg/IIMRUOyn6uY/s320/DSCN0289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355543916736510610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And Emily too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlK207p5SJI/AAAAAAAAABw/_r05-wJrwg8/s320/DSCN0335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355543927379806354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got to go to the Temple twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;! I love yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;u Rexburg :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlK21BAZEQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4mDg-l1T08M/s320/DSCN0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355543928816341250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then some friends I hadn't seen since freshman year took me to make sobe bombs in the country. PARTY! It was great. I miss German. Oh man and I didn't even get a photo with him. Lame. I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlK21qHI98I/AAAAAAAAACA/wAevhFyvLvs/s320/DSCN0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355543939850500034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;FINALLY! Stevie Katie and I were able to successful popcorn Mike and Craig's apt. It only took us a year and 10 lbs of popcorn to get it right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlK4mKnI8oI/AAAAAAAAACI/9k5K4T5TtBY/s320/DSCN0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355545872719999618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And as fortune wold have it I ran into Sister Worthington at the airport, what a nice treat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3797663591107952942-2168392755415806143?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/2168392755415806143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=2168392755415806143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/2168392755415806143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/2168392755415806143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-road-on-elevator-with-andy-samberg.html' title='My Trip to Sexburg'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SlK0rGL3z2I/AAAAAAAAABY/nXzU1gtQ7vg/s72-c/DSCN0312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-7591242379420064194</id><published>2009-05-18T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:56:01.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 my internship :)</title><content type='html'>What is not to love about working in a creative atmosphere all summer?! I get to play with the Abode Suite, Plan Office Olympics, and even set up Scavenger Hunts.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1: As a matter of fact, today while helping set up said scavenger hunt, I went with the other Comm Intern, Intern Sarah, to YATS in Broad Ripple. LOVE Yats. Anywho. I'm there I've already eaten lunch and thinking gosh this smells as good as a piece of chocolate cake to a fat kid! Do I get some to take home for dinner? Nah. I'll just go back for lunch sometime this week. Ok back to the real story. I walk up to the counter ask the man if it would be ok if we had people from work come and get Mardi Gras beads as one of their items. He politely says 'yes'.  The man standing behind him looks me up and down and says 'oh honey, I can get you more than beads!'. I smile awkwardly and say 'oh thats ok, thanks though' and walk away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's shaping up to be a great summer. I can't wait for the adventures to begin. Especially when the other interns come in a couple of weeks. &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/3797663591107952942-7591242379420064194?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/7591242379420064194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=7591242379420064194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/7591242379420064194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/7591242379420064194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-3-my-internship.html' title='I &lt;3 my internship :)'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-4873610628017193074</id><published>2009-05-07T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:08:00.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My friend Craig always yells at me for not writing on my blog... so here is a random sample of what's been on my mind lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past month has been interesting the last few boys I've dated have all either a. gotten a new girlfriend    b. gotten engaged    or    c. gotten married. Me, I'm not dating anyone. I'm def not engaged or married for that fact.  So this leaves me in limbo once again. All of the sibs are married. They're great, but sometimes its a rough life to be the youngest of 6 and not married. I love them. They mean well. But sometimes they don't know when to shut up about my romantic life or lack there of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the past couple of weeks I have had the pleasure of watching 2 of my nieces, Summer 1 year and Ava 6 months. WOW. Talk about a hand full. These little girls are teaching me valuable lessons. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You truly love the people you serve. These little girls depend on me to feed them, change them and  most importantly love them. I couldn't love them more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Oh my gosh, I really do want to be a mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. When you have to change a poopey diaper shove a little tp up your nose, kinda like you do when you're sick and have a runny nose, and it eliminates half the oder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I now know all of the words to the theme songs of Sid, the Science Kid and Super Why. Thank you PBS Kids. I'll remember these shows for when I have kiddies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Naps are fantastic. I thought they were good before, but it's even better when you can get Ava and Summer to sleep at the same time. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week I get to be the Maid of Honor in one of my besties weddings. I am so happy for them. I'll never forget the first time I meet Sam. I was giving her then boyfriend a hug while she gave me the death stare... my how things change in 4 years. Needless to say Sam isn't marry that man. She is marrying Scott Tillett! Love them together. I knew Sam before she was a member of The Church and Scott before his mission. I wouldn't have paired them in a million years back then. Now = Perfection. It's all about timing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My summer internship starts on May 18th and I am oh so excited! I can't wait to get back to the madness. I love being busy and having lots to do. I've been a little bored the past few weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if I want to go to the singles ward here. It's awkward. Great for stories, but actually dates...ehh not so much. And besides that my partners in crime are off preparing to go India for all of fall semester (WHAT THE HECK COURTNEY!) or going off and getting married (Thanks a lot Sam) JK I love these girls. Seriously though, probably just going to stay in the family ward or to be asked the timeless question of 'sooo are you dating anyone?" 'Nope' "How old are you again?" '22' "oh so are you going to go on a mission then"  I have this conversation AT LEAST 5 times a summer. Not a joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-4873610628017193074?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/4873610628017193074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=4873610628017193074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/4873610628017193074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/4873610628017193074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-4840434247263047863</id><published>2009-03-16T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:04:48.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . Awkward. . .</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't love a few really great awkward moments? I know I do, and I personally have them quite frequently. Just so you know you're not alone out there. Over the years I have had several awkward turtle moments with friends, roommates, boyfriends, siblings, random people on the street, you name a situation and I've probably experienced something similar. Let me share a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 Moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Happened just the other night, I saw a girl I see quite frequently and she always has a nice ring on her left ring finger. It’s a large ruby with diamonds on the side. Understanding that not everyone wants a wedding ring with a diamond center stone I ask her, 'Oh are you getting married? I mean are you engaged?' Her response 'well... I am engaged, but I don't think were getting married anymore...' Cool. I just became that girl who brings up a situation you probably have no desire to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Once my roommate’s boyfriend was up visiting from BYU, he was getting ready to leave and decides he wants to give each of us a hug. I'm sitting on the couch wearing hospital scrubs. I stand up.  He goes in for a hug. My scrubs drop to the ground. I swoop down in a fury to pick them up. He ends up giving an air hug with a confused look, while I pull my pants back up. Thank goodness for leggings.  Once my pants were securely on my waist we shared a brief and slightly awkward hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I once told a boy that I hate previously dated, "you know I've liked you sine we were 17 (we were 19 at the time) and I'm just really awkward at showing it and I'm sorry for that" . . . silence . . .  'What did you just say?' STUPID BROOKE! I sheepishly say "you know what I said, don't make me repeat myself" . . . MORE silence . . . 'yeah, I think I already knew that' WHAT?! I think I already know that? That is worse than THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a KTD. Yes; A Kissing Transmitted Disease. All I'm going to say is don't make out with someone who has lived in Russia for an extended period of time unless you want your face to swell to the size of a grapefruit. Try explaining that one to your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. So, long story short I have a friend, we liked each other in high school. We went on random dates all the time. We then get to college and last year he tells me he really wants to make a go at things and see how it works out. I say sure why not. We went on a few dates and then had an awkward DTR.  He was seeing marital status, while I was seeing single life as a cool drink of water in the middle of the Mojave Dessert. We had a bit of a falling out, and it comes to the end of the semester so I go to say bye to him. Come to find out he's been avoiding seeing me. To top it off when I ask him how he's doing, he gets slightly quiet and more awkward than usual. 'I need to tell you something' ... I'm thinking oh crap what's it going to be now... 'yeah, ok go ahead' 'well, I have a girlfriend. AND WE'VE KISSED!' Yes ladies and gentleman I was told 'I have a girlfriend, and we've kissed!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: It's a MIRACLE anyone gets married; A literal act of God. Enjoy the ride getting to that point. You'll have some great stories to tell your children some day. And if you don't get married then you can share your stories with the 95 cats you'll buy when you become the creepy cat lady down the street.  So next time something happens and you feel like you want to crawl inside of an animal carcass for protection, just think of the great story you can tell someone about it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-4840434247263047863?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/4840434247263047863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=4840434247263047863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/4840434247263047863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/4840434247263047863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2009/03/awkward.html' title='. . . Awkward. . .'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-7711412326120531255</id><published>2009-01-31T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:22:34.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead, Follow or get out of my way.</title><content type='html'>So tonight I went over to my friend Emily's house, we laughed, we reminisced and of course took the color personality test. Several years ago at girls camp Emily and I had a leader that was OBSESSED with the color personality test. It was doctrine to her. So she made all of the Youth Leaders take it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yellow-Blue. Let me just share with you some of the traits of a yellow-blue: 'They can be footloose and carefree one minute, then suddenly turn very serious the next."  That was me. All play all day and then... oh crap my homework isn't done and I need an A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I retook the test Yellow-Red. I was mortified half way through the test I realized that almost every answer I had chosen was for a 'red' personality. 'strong-willed, independent, assertive, aggressive' WHAT?! Me a Red. How did this happen? Emily and I used to make fun of people that were 'RED' and now suddenly I've become one? The rest of the night I was laughing because I would say or do something and then go oh. my. gosh. I am a red. I am. What has happened. Emily just laughed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red-Yellow: The Red dynamically direct your life, while the Yellow charismatically invites others to enjoy your friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if I see you around I might ask you directly and assertively to be a part of my life, but I promise you'll enjoy the ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-7711412326120531255?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/7711412326120531255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=7711412326120531255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/7711412326120531255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/7711412326120531255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2009/01/lead-follow-or-get-out-of-my-way.html' title='Lead, Follow or get out of my way.'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-4201145055582913156</id><published>2009-01-28T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:17:04.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>Over my yeas at BYU–Idaho I have had a number of loves that have come and gone and come back again. Among those loves are tennis, photography, walking to class and having my nose hairs freeze along the way (happened just yesterday in fact), prank wars, dance parties, public relations and a certain missionary that just didn't work out, but thats another blog for another day. The one love that compares to no other and that I find myself coming back to time after time: Jacob Spori. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He is just so darn irresistible. He does demand quite a bit of my time, but I am ok with that. I enjoy the time I spend with him. He is loyal. He is steadfast. He is immovable.  I never have to wonder where he is or what he's doing... and every time I see him, he invites me in out of the cold winters day or the summer heat to stay a while. Even when I am in a rush, and I want to, I just can't say no. It's so hard to refuse his advances. Over these past 4 years I have spent more time with Jacob than I have any of my roommates, friends, or boyfriends combined. Jacob Spori, I think I love you... will you marry me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-4201145055582913156?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/4201145055582913156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=4201145055582913156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/4201145055582913156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/4201145055582913156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2009/01/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-4265880549727359135</id><published>2009-01-19T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:25:58.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester numero 8</title><content type='html'>Well, now that my 8th semester is underway I am feeling the stress levels rise. I am taking awesome classes, not necessarily hard but SO time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 5 hours alone working on my graphic design project today. Pretty sure overall I spent 14 hours on that sucker. It's a real beaut though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Arts is awesome! I love it. Our teacher is hilarious... direct quote Last Thursday... "well I teach primary. I hate it. Sharing time is so boring! I'm trying to get fired from God." This Tuesday... "well I got fired from primary! Now I teach Gospel Doctrine." It's a party every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working for i-Comm for the 4th semester in a row. I love it. So much work, but it's rewording. I get to see the lights come on; students understand what PR really is and what you do as a PR practitioner. I worked previously as an Account Executive and worked directly with the students teaching them, managing clients and producing work. This semester I am the Project Manager for the agency. I do mostly office management, quality control and managing our agency's intranet. It's a little different than what I am used to but it's been a great learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I plan on returning to Indiana and interning for Midwest ISO again. I worked there last semester and it was such a great experience. It was defiantly not what I was expecting. It was so much better! I did real work, meaningful work for the company. I was able to redesign the recruiting material, organize office Olympics, and so many other great things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-4265880549727359135?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/4265880549727359135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=4265880549727359135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/4265880549727359135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/4265880549727359135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2009/01/semester-numero-8.html' title='Semester numero 8'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-27111036936679296</id><published>2008-12-29T23:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:26:23.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic is in the air</title><content type='html'>Nothing says Christmas break like bad TV, playing with friends, and staying up until the sun rises and sleeping 'til it sets.  There is something magical abut coming home. You see EVERY time my siblings and I come home we revert back to life as teenagers. It's great fun, especially since I've recently left my teenage years (almost 3 years ago to be exact) and thus the behavior isn't that abnormal for me. My favorite argument that gets replayed each Christmas... "that's it who stole the candy from my stocking?" and the always famous below the belt comment of  "really you think thats a good life choice?" Nothing says family like a swift kick in the pants or in our case, your self esteem. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-27111036936679296?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/27111036936679296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=27111036936679296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/27111036936679296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/27111036936679296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2008/12/magic-is-in-air.html' title='Magic is in the air'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-5143306980703140811</id><published>2008-10-17T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:27:19.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am neurotic </title><content type='html'>I have found my new favorite website! 'iamneurotic.com' &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3797663591107952942-5143306980703140811?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/5143306980703140811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=5143306980703140811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/5143306980703140811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/5143306980703140811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-neurotic.html' title='i am neurotic '/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3797663591107952942.post-1242061020878866439</id><published>2008-10-13T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:21:46.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3:16 a.m. Come what may and Love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I love Rexburg. I never thought I would ever love this place as much as I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I just finished writing a feature article for my PR writing class thats due in 8 hours. I started around 12:30 a.m. and wasn't even sure what to write about. I am grateful God has blessed me with an active mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sad thing is, I'm not even tired now. I feel like I have as much if not more energy then I do in the middle of the day. I always seem more productive in the middle of the night. The older I get the less sleep I seem to want and need. My grandpa used to tell my mom "MaryAnn you can sleep when your dead." I loved his attitude. Sleep when you're dead. Work hard here and and enjoy your life. You'll have rest from your troubles when you leave this existence but until then enjoy it while it lasts. &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/3797663591107952942-1242061020878866439?l=roddita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/feeds/1242061020878866439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3797663591107952942&amp;postID=1242061020878866439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/1242061020878866439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3797663591107952942/posts/default/1242061020878866439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roddita.blogspot.com/2008/10/316-am-come-what-may-and-love-it.html' title='3:16 a.m. Come what may and Love it'/><author><name>lover of life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08627803443061156345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PnvcCYTE7mw/SVnOxVFJt2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/gGD53pBId3A/S220/IMG_0594.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
