<?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-4958433266395576699</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:38:56.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Names</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-6251798887615730597</id><published>2010-07-30T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:06:50.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ether</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in a while and there is no reason to my absence, at least not a good one. But now I find myself writing again, sending out this message into the ether, the heavens, the unknown as I have no one to discuss it with. A question that of late has plagued my mind; how do you let go of a dream that deep down has kept you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream once, and I was so sure of it that I believed it had come from God. It sustained me for so long and seemed to be somewhat re-affirmed every way I looked. And now I am presented with something, something that would kill that dream and yet possibly fulfill another one. I feel lost as to what to do, I am not at the crucial point yet where I have to make a choice, but I can see it coming. If I could only get some kind of inclination that the first dream was a mistake on my part, that there was no truth (or only partial truth), if only I could see that the dream could never be, I could let go. But I fear that without that understanding, without that knowledge my heart will forever be tied to that first dream and it will destroy all the others that try to replace it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wished that my imagination, my dream was not as strong as it is, I wish that the questions I had could be answered, but alas they stand firm and towering over me, and just like the mighty red woods cast shadow over all beneath them, so too do these questions, this doubt, casting a shadow over all that I see and I cannot seem to rid it of its power over me. So here I am writing to no one, seeking solace and answers in the written word, even when I expect no reply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-6251798887615730597?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/6251798887615730597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=6251798887615730597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/6251798887615730597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/6251798887615730597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2010/07/ether.html' title='Ether'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-2265809087007304824</id><published>2010-02-26T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:01:53.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood</title><content type='html'>So this weekend is going to be crazy! I am going to be giving blood to the red cross in about three hours, I still have a couple of classes before. Later I will be going to work, then heading to the new house to finish painting and cleaning, and then home to do packing. Moving in the middle of a semester is a little crazy but the move is going to be a good thing. I am really excited for my family and the opportunities that they will be able to have.  This is the first time I have given blood; I have had blood drawn for other things but never for the Red Cross. I am excited and I should be doing this more often as I have a good blood type for other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-2265809087007304824?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/2265809087007304824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=2265809087007304824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/2265809087007304824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/2265809087007304824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2010/02/blood.html' title='Blood'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-3608831980855323946</id><published>2010-02-10T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:21:20.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>As I write this I think about the song “bad day” by Daniel Powter and then I think about the chipmunks singing it in “Alvin and the Chipmunks” and I smile. Yesterday was just a bad day, a Robinson Crusoe day; were I just wanted to disappear and be on a deserted island with no one near me. I could only find my faults and the mistakes that I have made and could see none of the talents that I know God has given me.  The funny thing is that my day and mood did not start getting better until I was at home working on some homework that was due the next day.  Then this morning I read a friends blog about her difficult day and the feeling that she sticks out like a sore thumb. I have often felt that way, but I realized I enjoy my uniqueness I enjoy being the Calla Lilly that I am in a field of roses. My friend said she was a pink daisy, and although I love daisies I know that that is not who I am, I am a Calla Lilly, so now there are at least two different flowers in this field of roses and I am grateful for my daisy friend and for not being alone. But I am also glad to not be a rose, roses are not bad they are just not me.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thetowerblargh.blogspot.com/2010/02/sore-thumb.html"&gt;My friends post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-3608831980855323946?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/3608831980855323946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=3608831980855323946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/3608831980855323946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/3608831980855323946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-3065701222354922164</id><published>2009-12-17T16:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:36:29.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here in the McKay library waiting and studying for my last final of this semester and I cannot believe that I am almost done with school (at least for a time). Next semester, which starts on January 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; will be my last. I Graduate in April with a Bachelors degree in Psychology. I am applying now for jobs, planning to do some work before I go on for my Masters and then PhD. It has been a long journey to this point and I know that it is not even close to being over, I was foolish if I thought that life was crazy, difficult, stressful, or any other descriptions. My life thus far has been a great journey and I am very excited for the next part, who knows where it might lead me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-3065701222354922164?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/3065701222354922164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=3065701222354922164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/3065701222354922164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/3065701222354922164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-done.html' title='Almost Done'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-1838753677989893845</id><published>2009-07-01T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:58:17.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you know me at all you know that I have had insomnia pretty much my entire life. I am a very light sleeper and even the slightest noise or light will wake me up. (I was once awoken by a full moon shining in my window!) I know it is crazy but if I ever needed to be a sentry guard I would be awesome! Anyhow, there is this song that just hits my lack of sleep perfectly on the head. I heard this song forever ago and back when I still listened to CD’s and not my Zune (Microsoft’s version of an iPod, it rocks!) I had this song on one. But I lost the CD and for the most part forgot about the song. It is called “Who Needs Sleep?” by BNL (Barenaked Ladies). This is a great song and very true for me and my Insomnia! I have placed the song on my playlist (it is at the bottom) listen and have smile that you get more sleep than me! ;o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/Skuji_b3UII/AAAAAAAAADc/mXZKKLfQ8_o/s1600-h/vegan_insomnia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353552403599151234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/Skuji_b3UII/AAAAAAAAADc/mXZKKLfQ8_o/s320/vegan_insomnia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/Skujin3LnXI/AAAAAAAAADU/OGeeE4BZGrI/s1600-h/insomnia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353552397271276914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/Skujin3LnXI/AAAAAAAAADU/OGeeE4BZGrI/s320/insomnia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-1838753677989893845?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/1838753677989893845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=1838753677989893845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/1838753677989893845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/1838753677989893845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2009/07/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/Skuji_b3UII/AAAAAAAAADc/mXZKKLfQ8_o/s72-c/vegan_insomnia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-3879191707612030999</id><published>2009-06-14T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:42:15.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>River!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SjVgWu4fI5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/1HpS_Va8erA/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347286076230673298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SjVgWu4fI5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/1HpS_Va8erA/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning Isaac and I went to church, the sun was shining and the weather was great. We even had a discussion about our sunglasses as we drove (it was brief). As we where sitting in church we suddenly heard this great roar as the rain started pouring down, lightening flashed and the thunder rolled and all through church the rain came down. When we got home we found this river instead of our street. It reminded me of when I was little and lived at the corner house in American Fork. There used to be this big ditch (that has now been covered) but when we would get big rain storms the ditch would flood and the intersection and our entire front yard would get flooded. I remember Michael Ritchie would often come over bringing more friends and everyone would play in the water. P.S. it is still pouring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SjVgYJpQZaI/AAAAAAAAADE/DuAklbyASXc/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347286100594419106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SjVgYJpQZaI/AAAAAAAAADE/DuAklbyASXc/s320/049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SjVgYWu9cBI/AAAAAAAAADM/_ZQKc1ylqzc/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347286104108003346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SjVgYWu9cBI/AAAAAAAAADM/_ZQKc1ylqzc/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4958433266395576699-3879191707612030999?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/3879191707612030999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=3879191707612030999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/3879191707612030999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/3879191707612030999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2009/06/river.html' title='River!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SjVgWu4fI5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/1HpS_Va8erA/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-4360906545111831137</id><published>2009-05-11T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:37:48.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!!!</title><content type='html'>I know that I have been slacking in updating my blog and I am sorry for that. Of course I am not sure how many actually read it so I could be apologizing to no one.  But for those (if there are any) that read this I am doing great.&lt;br /&gt;     I have only one week left at my current job, then a week off before I start the new one that will be much closer to home and easier for me and my car.  I am loving school but also excited that in a little less than a year I will be done! All is good and All is great, and no Sara I still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have a date. ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-4360906545111831137?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/4360906545111831137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=4360906545111831137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/4360906545111831137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/4360906545111831137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry.html' title='Sorry!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-1992971413583427363</id><published>2009-03-10T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:48:35.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter One: Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"It wasn't what I expected." I said the words aloud, but part of me wondered if he would know even if the words where merely thoughts in my mind.  We were walking  along a pristine tropical beach, the sun was shining causing the white sand to sparkle as if it held within it a thousand gems. The sound of the crystal blue waves  breaking upon the shore had a strange calming effect and although my feet where bare the soft sand was warm to the touch, not the burning hot that it should have been. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was odd and yet familiar, the two of us walking, like old friends catching up after a long absence. I was unsure how long we had been walking, it seemed like a long time, perhaps forever and yet I was not tired, nor felt any need for rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where are we going?" I was surprised that I had not asked this question before, it seemed so simple walking with him. I didn't know him, at least I didn't believe I knew him and yet it seemed he knew me so well. I felt at ease with him. He wasn't that much older than me perhaps in his early to mid thirties and yet the lines on his face and the glow in his blue eyes spoke of a wisdom and experience of a much older man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We are going back to the beginning" his response was warm and heartfelt and although I did not know what he meant I was content with his response. It was at this moment that I realized we where no longer at the beach but in the depths of a deep forest. The great pine trees towering above us, the sound of a trickling brook and a song birds call having the same affect that the waves upon the beach had.  The wind blew through the trees and it seemed as if it was telling a story of far away places to the stationary giants. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You said it wasn't what you had expected?" I turned from the ever changing scenery and looked at the man who walked beside me. I was unsure if he was my guide or just another lost soul like me but either way the look in his eyes let me know that he really wanted to hear my story. "no, not like I expected. Nothing has been. Not this place and not how it happened." as I said the words glimpses and rushes of memories came to me reminding me of what had transpired, it seemed so long ago. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It wasn't what I expected, it's not the way I thought I would die."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wrote this a few weeks ago, it is a new book that I am going to write although I am not sure where this story is going to lead me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-1992971413583427363?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/1992971413583427363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=1992971413583427363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/1992971413583427363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/1992971413583427363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2009/03/chapter-one-walking.html' title='Chapter One: Walking'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-2900821399478141646</id><published>2009-03-05T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:56:18.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasik</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SbBQ8P06GjI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q75KdtDzTcw/s1600-h/Lasik+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309832956640631346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SbBQ8P06GjI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q75KdtDzTcw/s320/Lasik+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had Lasik eye surgery this morning and Mom came and was able to watch through some monitors. I gave her my cell phone and she was able to take some pictures of the procedure. So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SbBRCK_K49I/AAAAAAAAACs/_uBv-3_B1dQ/s1600-h/Lasik+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309833058420712402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SbBRCK_K49I/AAAAAAAAACs/_uBv-3_B1dQ/s320/Lasik+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SbBQ9Yg3UVI/AAAAAAAAACc/oCskPAj6th4/s1600-h/Lasik+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309832976152351058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SbBQ9Yg3UVI/AAAAAAAAACc/oCskPAj6th4/s320/Lasik+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SbBQ_0hackI/AAAAAAAAACk/MwYMdKdABN8/s1600-h/Lasik+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309833018030584386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SbBQ_0hackI/AAAAAAAAACk/MwYMdKdABN8/s320/Lasik+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SbBRDNT45II/AAAAAAAAAC0/HyVYd2mzZeE/s1600-h/Lasik+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309833076224353410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SbBRDNT45II/AAAAAAAAAC0/HyVYd2mzZeE/s320/Lasik+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so in the first picture you see the monitors that Mom got to watch on. the first shows the close up of my eye and the bottom of the room. Yes I am holding a Teddy Bear, they give you this to hold on to because you want to touch your eye while the procedure is happening and this of course is something you cannot do. So I had to think of the Teddy bear as a sort of Grenade, if I let go we all die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second picture with the metal looking thing is the suction they put on to cut the flap, this is the only time during the procedure that your sight goes dark and you cant see. The nest two pictures are with the flap off and that is why the eye has a dull look to it. If you look you can see the flap it is on the right side of the eye.  the second one he is starting to put the flap back on with the little tool. this metal looking tool administers drops and tests pressure. the last picture is the flap back in place. You are awake the whole time and you see everything except for when they use the suction. Right after the surgery I was able to see better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/4958433266395576699-2900821399478141646?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/2900821399478141646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=2900821399478141646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/2900821399478141646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/2900821399478141646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2009/03/lasik.html' title='Lasik'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SbBQ8P06GjI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q75KdtDzTcw/s72-c/Lasik+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-1455478008605623477</id><published>2009-03-01T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:27:16.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earrings</title><content type='html'>So I am not a huge fan of necklaces and bracelets and I only where one ring but I love Earrings. I really like to have unique earrings that represent me (and my eclectic nature) So the other day as Mom and I where talking we had the idea of making our own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt;. So yesterday we went shopping and one of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stops&lt;/span&gt; was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Michael's&lt;/span&gt;, I saw some beads and feathers that I liked and thought why not. So here is what I made today. (In a store these would most likely run between $8.50 and $15.50) I made them for much less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/Sasxib8VJXI/AAAAAAAAACE/wT70t_miNd4/s1600-h/Earings+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308391053472376178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/Sasxib8VJXI/AAAAAAAAACE/wT70t_miNd4/s320/Earings+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/Sasxi-DhCjI/AAAAAAAAACM/EGminTeUf2g/s1600-h/Earings+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308391062629321266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/Sasxi-DhCjI/AAAAAAAAACM/EGminTeUf2g/s320/Earings+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-1455478008605623477?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/1455478008605623477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=1455478008605623477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/1455478008605623477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/1455478008605623477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2009/03/earrings.html' title='Earrings'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/Sasxib8VJXI/AAAAAAAAACE/wT70t_miNd4/s72-c/Earings+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-4585815825269830282</id><published>2009-01-24T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:17:18.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SXs-mKQkmWI/AAAAAAAAABk/_z_D41AXOaE/s1600-h/0124090826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294894612213963106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SXs-mKQkmWI/AAAAAAAAABk/_z_D41AXOaE/s320/0124090826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SXs-lt7ImmI/AAAAAAAAABc/yqFMHFOP0Rw/s1600-h/0124090825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294894604607855202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SXs-lt7ImmI/AAAAAAAAABc/yqFMHFOP0Rw/s320/0124090825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so you need to understand that as of two days ago there was no snow. All the snow that we had gotten had melted (we had green grass!) but yesterday I woke up to the 6" on the ground, well this morning I woke up to it snowing hard! and as it is a Saturday the plows where not out so the roads driving to work were terrible. Here are a few pictures to illustrate (albeit it was not the worst snow storm we have had but after a spring January it is a little disconcerting to have another winter.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SXs-mGKVUmI/AAAAAAAAABs/hN9M3hZpprA/s1600-h/0124090839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294894611114054242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SXs-mGKVUmI/AAAAAAAAABs/hN9M3hZpprA/s320/0124090839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the snow here is new, we had no snow two days ago,&lt;br /&gt;even the snow pile here on the left did not exist.&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/4958433266395576699-4585815825269830282?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/4585815825269830282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=4585815825269830282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/4585815825269830282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/4585815825269830282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-again.html' title='Snow Again!'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SXs-mKQkmWI/AAAAAAAAABk/_z_D41AXOaE/s72-c/0124090826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-1005896803904914782</id><published>2009-01-23T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:52:29.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tribute</title><content type='html'>So my tribute to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt; day is the new pink aspect on my blog. I go to many of my friends pages and friends of friends pages and there are all these hearts and lovey aspects. I have never been one to care for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt; day (a day named for two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;martyrs&lt;/span&gt;) but I do have a great many people in my life for whom this day is a great day (some include birthdays) so for them I added some pink in honor of this holiday of love. I know I added black but come on people you cant expect me to be all hugs and puppies. ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-1005896803904914782?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/1005896803904914782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=1005896803904914782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/1005896803904914782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/1005896803904914782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-tribute.html' title='My Tribute'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-4286936730828538098</id><published>2009-01-23T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:44:26.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Alright so I know it is bad but I had kind of gotten used to not having any snow. the last big snow storm was on Christmas weekend and then after that everything melted and we have had clear roads. Well this morning I wake up and go out to start my car (no I do not have the auto car start, although I wish I did) and low and behold there is about 6" of dense snow all over. The roads coming into work where not the greatest and people were going very slow (admittedly I did pass many of them).  In the end I got to work only 10 minutes later than I usually do, which is not bad considering. Still of late I have been wishing to live in warmer climates (ask my family and they will tell you exactly where I have and how I have been wishing to live and snow would not be part of it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-4286936730828538098?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/4286936730828538098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=4286936730828538098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/4286936730828538098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/4286936730828538098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow.html' title='SNOW!!'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-546347244509512920</id><published>2009-01-14T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:08:17.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angst!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There are days when life seems disastrous. Today is one of those days! I know that it has been a while since I last updated my blog and I find it ironic that the day I do update happens to be a day like today. It just seems like everything is going wrong and that I cannot do anything right. I realize that this is probably far from the truth (I have people telling me this) but no matter what is said it seems that the sky is an endless stormy grey and there does not seem to be any ray of light or blue sky ahead. Of course there are those days that just seem amazing and I am sure that I could always have more of those if I would just change my approach, but alas today my approach is not as sunny as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;It would probably help if I liked people more but in all truth, I don’t. It is not that I don’t get along with people and like some people, I am just an introvert and I prefer small groups to large amounts of people. I also really enjoy time to myself, so after a day of dealing with people I just want to be alone. And when I am having a terrible day like to day all I want is to be alone with a good book to read or some writing implements as I love to write. This is probably why I am writing now, trying to release some of this angst that this day is handing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-546347244509512920?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/546347244509512920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=546347244509512920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/546347244509512920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/546347244509512920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2009/01/angst.html' title='Angst!'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-6814856036266324318</id><published>2008-11-24T10:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:11:15.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Girls Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So last Friday we had our Twilight day. Sara came down from Spokane (for Thanksgiving mainly) and Sara, Mom, Rebecca, and I had a girls day. First we all went to Olive Garden and then we went and got pedicures (mom was laughing so hard while getting hers it was hilarious!!!) (don’t worry Sara will be putting up a bunch of pictures from this day.) Then we went and saw the Twilight movie. In my completely honest opinion the movie was abhorrent. The editing, screenplay, and directing seemed to have been done by a child. If you had never read the books you would have no idea what was going on, in fact there was a couple of people behind me that had not read the book and when the movie ended they asked “what the crap?” they had no clue what was going on in the movie. The sad thing is that the book is written in a way that makes it easily become a screenplay but it seems who ever adapted it wanted to change it to how they wanted it to appear, even changing lines that where much better in the book. But the movie aside it was a fun day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-6814856036266324318?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/6814856036266324318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=6814856036266324318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/6814856036266324318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/6814856036266324318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-girls-night.html' title='Twilight Girls Night'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-5680838984473168313</id><published>2008-11-17T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:27:25.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SSJBPibIjPI/AAAAAAAAABU/GX4HqkLVYHs/s1600-h/Rachel%27s+Halloween+Costume+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SSJBFVAvr5I/AAAAAAAAABM/hbtndwZS9ac/s1600-h/Rachel%27s+Halloween+Costume+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269846073772322706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SSJBFVAvr5I/AAAAAAAAABM/hbtndwZS9ac/s320/Rachel%27s+Halloween+Costume+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Alright so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;this is&lt;/span&gt; not the best picture (it was taken early in the morning while I was getting ready for work), we were planing to take better pictures of my costume after work but being in a corset and wig for 8 hours I was done by the time I got home.  The skirt fans out to an almost perfect circle. the shirt has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embroidery&lt;/span&gt; on the sleeves that you can kind of see and also down the front of the shirt that is covered by the corset. the corset also has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embroidery&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bead work&lt;/span&gt; as well. I made the entire costume including the bead work and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embroidery&lt;/span&gt;. It did not turn out as good as I would have liked but I started a little late in making it. the skirt is made with crinkle chiffon and red sparkle organza fabric and the top is a simple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;muslin&lt;/span&gt;, the corset is a black silk. (please ignore the messy kitchen!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-5680838984473168313?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/5680838984473168313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=5680838984473168313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/5680838984473168313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/5680838984473168313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-costume.html' title='Halloween costume'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SSJBFVAvr5I/AAAAAAAAABM/hbtndwZS9ac/s72-c/Rachel%27s+Halloween+Costume+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-6571443635436957441</id><published>2008-11-15T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:14:50.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I know I am doing a terrible job at keeping up with my blog, I still have a bunch of Halloween pictures to put up and other activities but I yet to find the time. Even while I write this I am only able to because it is a slow day at work (at least for a few minutes) but I will be trying to get some things up if not later today then tomorrow. So please be patient with my non-existing blogging skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-6571443635436957441?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/6571443635436957441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=6571443635436957441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/6571443635436957441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/6571443635436957441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-2405495795043862108</id><published>2008-11-12T13:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T13:57:27.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sara ;o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="200" alt="I'm a Bella! I found out through TwilightersAnonymous.com. Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the quiz and find out!" src="http://www.twilightersanonymous.com/files/files/banner_ima_bella.jpg" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;Take the Quiz and Share Your Results!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-2405495795043862108?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/2405495795043862108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=2405495795043862108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/2405495795043862108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/2405495795043862108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-sara-o.html' title='For Sara ;o)'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-4774057964254285320</id><published>2008-11-05T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:46:14.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe in the Curly Q Whimsy of Fate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Life is not simply a vast conglomeration of coincidences but is something greater. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;What would it be like to go back in time and to see yourself in the past, to see the things from your childhood, to experience again the things that are only found in your distant memories. What new things would you discover, what truths that you had not understood would come to light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I watched a show tonight about a man who goes back in time, in this particular episode he sees his mother and helps her. He recalls a memory but didn't know the story behind the memory (his mother coming home crying) but now as an adult he saves his mothers life and realizes why she came home crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It gets complicated when you try to understand the vicissitudes of it all, but then again that is what makes it truly intriguing, the complexity of it all. But in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;simpler&lt;/span&gt; question do we ever really understand the whole story or are we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;imprisoned&lt;/span&gt; by our own view. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-4774057964254285320?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/4774057964254285320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=4774057964254285320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/4774057964254285320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/4774057964254285320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-believe-in-curly-q-whimsy-of-fate.html' title='I Believe in the Curly Q Whimsy of Fate!'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-7589830327733826245</id><published>2008-11-04T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:00:02.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There are times when I dislike relativity.  Yesterday at work time dragged on, each minute seemed to crawl excruciatingly by and yet to others the day seemed to speed by them with no hesitation.  The principle of relativity in its perfect form each to his own internal time piece.  There are instances when I wish that time was still Newtonian than Einsteinian,  for with Newtonian time I would no longer have time slow or speed up but would just have the static continuation of a singular time. But alas time has been proven to be (at least at the moment, for who knows where the future might lead) Einstienian and because of that it is relative to each of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-7589830327733826245?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/7589830327733826245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=7589830327733826245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/7589830327733826245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/7589830327733826245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2008/11/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-4554004314800986020</id><published>2008-10-26T07:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:44:46.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A list of Tens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(the following lists are in no order of favorites, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i.e.: if it is first on the list that does not mean it is #1 or #10 just that it is on the list.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;TV Shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;NCIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;CSI NY/Smallville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Chuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Eli Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(This is a hard list because I am constantly finding new books, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;also the scriptures are a given so I didn't put them on. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Voyage of Jerle Shannara, Morgawr (Brooks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A Brief History of Time, 10th edition (Hawking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Moby Dick (Melville)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The Simarillion (Tolkien)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The Brethren (Grisham)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Genisis of Shannara, The Gypsy Morph (Brooks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Enders Game (Card)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (Adams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Jusus the Christ (Talmage) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;World Religions (Bower)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Resturants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Olive Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Raw Sushie and Island Grill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Downriver Grill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Blue Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;PF Changs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The Onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Spencer's Resturant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Spaghetti Factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Pudding on the Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dell Taco (yes I know it is fast food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Things I need to do before the end of next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Finish Halloween Costume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Pay bills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Plan Desserts for Potluck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Make Homemade Twix's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Start new book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Balance Accounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Buy Candy for Trick or Treaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Start figuring out Christmas Presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Send Jacob Christmas box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Talk to Emily about plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Things I Love About Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Blessings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sunrises/Sunsets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The sound of the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The Gospel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wish/Dream List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Finish my book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Be accepted into FBI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Find someone to share my life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Have a family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Travel to Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Get my book published&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Design a clothing line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Make a difference in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Visit the Temple in Rome (when done)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Find Erin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-4554004314800986020?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/4554004314800986020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=4554004314800986020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/4554004314800986020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/4554004314800986020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2008/10/list-of-tens.html' title='A list of Tens'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-21914694779228747</id><published>2008-10-26T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:43:07.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I stayed up late last night reading as I didn’t want to put down my book. I had not found much time to read because of my busy schedule so last night I found my opportunity to finish the book by Terry Brooks. The book, the story was amazing, but I would expect nothing less from Brooks. His stories gather you in and you become a part of it, each character means the world to you and you feel and understand all that they go through so that when one of them dies or is betrayed you feel it acutely. I am in awe of his ability to write and the talent that he is able to share with the world, I hope one day to have a fraction of that talent whether it is in my writing or some other aspect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-21914694779228747?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/21914694779228747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=21914694779228747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/21914694779228747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/21914694779228747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazing.html' title='Amazing!'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-9140045690608076664</id><published>2008-10-23T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:42:54.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty darn good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So today is my day off of work and here is what I have done so far: I designed a shirt, made a pattern, and sewed it. (it looks pretty cool!) I then went and bought new tires for my car (front tires) and I had the back ones rotated (side). Oh yeah I had my oil changed this morning, I would have done it myself but I don’t have the jack that I need and it is pretty cold out. So then I went and bought a head light (mine has gone out) and instead of paying 50 bucks for some guy to put in an eight dollar part, I took the head lamp out (my model of car you have to take the whole head lamp assembly out) and I replaced the head light put it all back together and presto the head light works and I saved myself 42 dollars. I have also been doing laundry during this time. So it is only four thirty and I am almost done with all that I needed to do today and I still have a good part of the day to have fun! Isn’t life grand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-9140045690608076664?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/9140045690608076664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=9140045690608076664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/9140045690608076664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/9140045690608076664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2008/10/pretty-darn-good.html' title='pretty darn good!'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-3554016897040660463</id><published>2008-10-21T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:42:38.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I have always enjoyed writing, even when I was much younger. I remember writing stories in fifth or sixth grade, I would involve my other classmates and weave a story that would include twists, turns, and surprises. I recall one story that I wrote including a tornado that ripped the school apart. My classmates enjoyed the stories, mostly because they all became a character and a star of a part of the story.&lt;br /&gt;I still love writing and I am constantly coming up with new book ideas, sometimes the inspiration comes from a dream, a song, a game, or some other experience that I have. I am currently working on a book, one that I have been thinking about writing since I was 15 but didn’t actually start until last year. I have over two hundred and fifty pages and find that I am not even at the middle of the story yet. So many things in my mind, in my imagination that I want to say, my hope is that I will be able to finish this book by next year (if not sooner) and get it published. Of course this is my hope but even if I am unable to get it published it will be a great thing to finish it. And who knows, with all the stories that I have in my head perhaps this book will just be the first of a long line, but whether or not it is nice to write them down even if the only thing that will ever see them is the pages they are written on.&lt;br /&gt;I try to find time to write but of late I am only able to catch a few moments here or there, hence the fact that I started the book last fall was able to write for about four months then life got crazy and I really didn’t write anything until this summer when I went to Finland. But now I am up and writing again and working on finding more time. As I am writing this a song just came on my Zune, it is actually the song that started me writing the book I am working on. It is Now Comes The Night by Rob Thomas, it is one of my favorite songs and a large part of the inspiration I found in writing my book. Music tends to be an inspiration to me for many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-3554016897040660463?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/3554016897040660463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=3554016897040660463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/3554016897040660463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/3554016897040660463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2008/10/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-1617047352364029504</id><published>2008-10-19T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:42:07.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terry Brooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPviVA0VBHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bTyQOB2bNtA/s1600-h/gypsymorph-us.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259045840509797490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPviVA0VBHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bTyQOB2bNtA/s320/gypsymorph-us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So I finally bought the new Terry Brooks book. I must admit to being a huge fan of his having read all of his books (about 28 books) and I am very excited to read this new one. Unfortunately I have not yet been able to find the time. I read the first chapter on a lunch break but after that my schedule has been a little crazy! All though I am a huge fan of Terry Brooks I will admit to not being a crazy fan of my favorite author like some people I know…hint, hint , Sara. ;o) I think that every one should find a favorite book/author/series or other reading aspect, for reading is a way to energize the mind and culture great imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-1617047352364029504?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/1617047352364029504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=1617047352364029504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/1617047352364029504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/1617047352364029504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2008/10/terry-brooks.html' title='Terry Brooks'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPviVA0VBHI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bTyQOB2bNtA/s72-c/gypsymorph-us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-7696546573258285771</id><published>2008-10-12T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:41:52.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPJM8P59kgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wf222OqCSNI/s1600-h/Hair+Cut+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256348313040294402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPJM8P59kgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wf222OqCSNI/s320/Hair+Cut+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPJM8ZEqw-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/KwU-_z65bTo/s1600-h/Hair+Cut+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256348315501118434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPJM8ZEqw-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/KwU-_z65bTo/s320/Hair+Cut+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So Sara has been telling me that I need to put pictures up on my blog. Since she already put up pictures of my trip to Finland I won’t add any more of those at least not for now. I recently cut my hair and so I thought I would put up some pictures of my new hair cut. They are not the best pictures (I will get better ones up when I have someone else to take them) but for now here is my new look. &lt;/span&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/4958433266395576699-7696546573258285771?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/7696546573258285771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=7696546573258285771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/7696546573258285771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/7696546573258285771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-pictures.html' title='Some Pictures'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPJM8P59kgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wf222OqCSNI/s72-c/Hair+Cut+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-7515833801407241258</id><published>2008-10-06T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:41:10.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Rocked!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Alright, so I have not written in a little while but life has been a bit crazy. But now that I think about it when hasn’t life been crazy! I watched conference this weekend and it was amazing! I am extremely grateful that I have a knowledge of the gospel and that I have the opportunity to hear the servants of God speak. The messages that they gave where inspiring and what I needed to hear, it is amazing to me how much the Lord loves all of us. So things are going better at my new job, in that I am starting to feel more comfortable and more at home. I work with some really great people that help make the experience even superior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-7515833801407241258?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/7515833801407241258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=7515833801407241258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/7515833801407241258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/7515833801407241258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2008/10/conference-rocked.html' title='Conference Rocked!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4958433266395576699.post-5259779980649661514</id><published>2008-10-06T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:40:38.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A small intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My sister suggested that I obtain a blog, I am unsure of her reasoning behind the suggestion but perhaps it is that I am not very superlative in my emails nor am I the best of conversationalists on the phone. Although I am lacking these qualities in my communication I am one who has much to say and find that I enjoy speaking through the written word; although typically the written word for me is by hand as I find it more personal, and in truth more me. I am one who loves history and substance of the past but also looks forward to the future and what it may convey. I am sure that as my sister reads this she is laughing at me and my “uniqueness” as she would call it. What can I say life for me is a conglomeration of many aspects and many experiences. I am an eclectic individual and I doubt that will ever change. Perhaps I will actually continue to write on this blog and perhaps I will dismiss it out of my memory, only time will tell but for now this will have to suffice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4958433266395576699-5259779980649661514?l=withathousandnames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/feeds/5259779980649661514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4958433266395576699&amp;postID=5259779980649661514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/5259779980649661514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4958433266395576699/posts/default/5259779980649661514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withathousandnames.blogspot.com/2008/10/small-intro.html' title='A small intro'/><author><name>Rachel Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06647173277948602757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AX38i49fTx8/SPoI97PgsHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XjBMt6lSGiw/S220/memories.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
