<?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-474961800093699693</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:29:53.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU ONLY GET ONE CHANCE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-8890984569716619443</id><published>2008-10-12T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:52:09.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Weekend with Syd getting hitched</title><content type='html'>So she did it, Syd tied the knot.  What a great wedding equipped with corndogs, Syd's famous cookies, fun laughs, a little cold weather, and one hot bride with the best dress and shoes of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun for "the girls" to be together for the weekend especially because it has been so long since we have all been together.  Here are just a few of the great highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft Smile:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLDPGh0V6I/AAAAAAAAAek/HiAlPh0tzXg/s1600-h/2935463609_cf77042a97_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLDPGh0V6I/AAAAAAAAAek/HiAlPh0tzXg/s200/2935463609_cf77042a97_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256478379312699298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLDPH6g3XI/AAAAAAAAAes/WnsTQNvzFe4/s1600-h/IMG_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLDPH6g3XI/AAAAAAAAAes/WnsTQNvzFe4/s200/IMG_1594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256478379684715890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are some hot shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLDPR1sP4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/6Ym8DJOXwOk/s1600-h/IMG_1617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLDPR1sP4I/AAAAAAAAAe0/6Ym8DJOXwOk/s200/IMG_1617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256478382348844930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLDPj84kyI/AAAAAAAAAe8/BqMpKpsZpXs/s1600-h/IMG_1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLDPj84kyI/AAAAAAAAAe8/BqMpKpsZpXs/s200/IMG_1620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256478387210851106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLDPsrekxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/-E32hz59M0o/s1600-h/2936342200_07c8b36675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLDPsrekxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/-E32hz59M0o/s200/2936342200_07c8b36675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256478389553763090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megs caught the flowers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLFIHqhLJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/dzIy8or8ERo/s1600-h/IMG_1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLFIHqhLJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/dzIy8or8ERo/s200/IMG_1622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256480458381798546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Les, we look so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLFIddUnpI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fUCti3yQYuU/s1600-h/IMG_1600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLFIddUnpI/AAAAAAAAAfU/fUCti3yQYuU/s200/IMG_1600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256480464232029842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLFIzrCRTI/AAAAAAAAAfc/x-z7HynmpCc/s1600-h/IMG_1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLFIzrCRTI/AAAAAAAAAfc/x-z7HynmpCc/s200/IMG_1603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256480470195127602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLFJR2fReI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bsJTromaGe8/s1600-h/IMG_1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLFJR2fReI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bsJTromaGe8/s200/IMG_1605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256480478296229346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syd you looked amazing and thanks girls for such a great weekend.  LOVE YA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-8890984569716619443?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/8890984569716619443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=8890984569716619443' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/8890984569716619443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/8890984569716619443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls-weekend-with-syd-getting-hitched.html' title='Girls Weekend with Syd getting hitched'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SPLDPGh0V6I/AAAAAAAAAek/HiAlPh0tzXg/s72-c/2935463609_cf77042a97_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-3734631718967591582</id><published>2008-10-04T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:23:26.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Safe and sound...Well almost</title><content type='html'>So I made it home this week from the rest of my trip which included Rome and Paris.  Almost three weeks away and it was time to come home.  I loved being over there and all the stuff I saw!  Here are some of the highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgeXk_BICI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8PFtQkkrTMc/s1600-h/IMG_1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgeXk_BICI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8PFtQkkrTMc/s200/IMG_1151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253482355741499426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgeYJRSrMI/AAAAAAAAAdE/avq1iF4zeOM/s1600-h/IMG_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgeYJRSrMI/AAAAAAAAAdE/avq1iF4zeOM/s200/IMG_1229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253482365481823426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgeYlsFfII/AAAAAAAAAdM/cMSEsm3LsLM/s1600-h/IMG_1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgeYlsFfII/AAAAAAAAAdM/cMSEsm3LsLM/s200/IMG_1256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253482373110398082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgf_tgI9TI/AAAAAAAAAdY/wchb-lTEMa4/s1600-h/IMG_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgf_tgI9TI/AAAAAAAAAdY/wchb-lTEMa4/s200/IMG_1318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253484144734303538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgf_7dv_-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/4PUBPbv9OiI/s1600-h/IMG_1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgf_7dv_-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/4PUBPbv9OiI/s200/IMG_1408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253484148482375650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOggALLv8VI/AAAAAAAAAdo/y4jDvjkq_4c/s1600-h/IMG_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOggALLv8VI/AAAAAAAAAdo/y4jDvjkq_4c/s200/IMG_1355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253484152701841746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgiyJzhQQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/C1f-R9Jll9k/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgiyJzhQQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/C1f-R9Jll9k/s200/IMG_1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253487210348495106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgiyKr8PQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/MevPvHEX6-8/s1600-h/IMG_1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgiyKr8PQI/AAAAAAAAAd4/MevPvHEX6-8/s200/IMG_1482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253487210585144578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgiyelHCPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/vui0hqdlhtY/s1600-h/IMG_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgiyelHCPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/vui0hqdlhtY/s200/IMG_1551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253487215925201138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgiyv8JYHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cX2uUWJtv6c/s1600-h/IMG_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgiyv8JYHI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cX2uUWJtv6c/s200/IMG_1515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253487220585226354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made it home safe until I was going to work for my first time in three weeks.  This is what happened to me while going 70 on the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgjx1dMfvI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/NjUHYlm5KBA/s1600-h/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgjx1dMfvI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/NjUHYlm5KBA/s200/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253488304397778674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy and scary, but we're all good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-3734631718967591582?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/3734631718967591582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=3734631718967591582' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/3734631718967591582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/3734631718967591582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-safe-and-soundwell-almost.html' title='Home Safe and sound...Well almost'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SOgeXk_BICI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8PFtQkkrTMc/s72-c/IMG_1151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-4721749976489517103</id><published>2008-09-27T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T07:28:45.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinbolton (UK), London, and Rome</title><content type='html'>I am sorry that I cant write more but my work computer that I had is somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean making its way to once again sit at my desk.  I am right now sitting in an internet cafe in Rome about a five minute walk from the Colossem.  It has been really great here as I have just finished walking in the Vatican and seeing the Sistine Chapel!  I will tell you I have seen a whole lot of Rome in two days, the list goes on and on (which some stuff is cooler than others)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights from London and Rome include:&lt;br /&gt;London Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Big Ben&lt;br /&gt;London Castle&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the Queen (yep...Ok, not really, but she was home, the flag was up.  We just didnt have enough time, so we told her it would be next time that we could have tea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome:&lt;br /&gt;Vatican&lt;br /&gt;Colossem&lt;br /&gt;Trevi Fountains&lt;br /&gt;Saint Peters (We told the Pope that we would have to meet with him later too, just to busy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got millions of pictures so when I get back I will post them all!&lt;br /&gt;And I am typing on an international keyboard, cant find half the letters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-4721749976489517103?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/4721749976489517103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=4721749976489517103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/4721749976489517103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/4721749976489517103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2008/09/kinbolton-uk-london-and-rome.html' title='Kinbolton (UK), London, and Rome'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-2553868056197506834</id><published>2008-09-20T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:51:36.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>Today was a no work just play day in Vienna.  This has got to be one of the BEST cities I have ever been to.  Words don't help so pictures will do the trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to couldn't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVXk1nxhiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gHEWAapJlqg/s1600-h/Austria+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVXk1nxhiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gHEWAapJlqg/s320/Austria+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248197231150990882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the houses here, they are all all lined up without space between them on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVX5Ncce5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/EbySMEy5x5Q/s1600-h/Austria+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVX5Ncce5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/EbySMEy5x5Q/s320/Austria+091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248197581143309202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of European dude dressed up and myself.  What more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVYmykariI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/dP3lwztvx1A/s1600-h/Austria+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVYmykariI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/dP3lwztvx1A/s320/Austria+098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248198364202970658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVZLenCZkI/AAAAAAAAAaE/DEQZ4lJo3c0/s1600-h/Austria+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVZLenCZkI/AAAAAAAAAaE/DEQZ4lJo3c0/s320/Austria+105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248198994500412994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in front of Heldenplatz.  I can't even tell you how pretty this plaza was, but it gets even better with Hofburg.  Hofburg is where Hitler gave his famous speech in Austria.  Since we've gotten back tonight I've read up on all the history that I saw today, it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVabvhd0mI/AAAAAAAAAaM/uEGAv_94xo8/s1600-h/Austria+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVabvhd0mI/AAAAAAAAAaM/uEGAv_94xo8/s320/Austria+113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248200373429981794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVa0F0H_cI/AAAAAAAAAaU/XpjllZu9oYw/s1600-h/Austria+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVa0F0H_cI/AAAAAAAAAaU/XpjllZu9oYw/s320/Austria+116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248200791730683330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVb0rOE0KI/AAAAAAAAAak/qYEdZGsshK0/s1600-h/Austria+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVb0rOE0KI/AAAAAAAAAak/qYEdZGsshK0/s320/Austria+112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248201901283266722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me being funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVbVBJGPAI/AAAAAAAAAac/-PEdAn7nuLk/s1600-h/Austria+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVbVBJGPAI/AAAAAAAAAac/-PEdAn7nuLk/s320/Austria+109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248201357412154370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museumsplatz is right across the street from Hofburg.  It included the Naturhistor, Kunsthistor, and the Museums quartiers which were also pricless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVcJZu6qXI/AAAAAAAAAas/yAM2PkUAx7Y/s1600-h/Austria+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVcJZu6qXI/AAAAAAAAAas/yAM2PkUAx7Y/s320/Austria+118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248202257366428018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVdJE7Y3ZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_gTymWyo0d0/s1600-h/Austria+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVdJE7Y3ZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/_gTymWyo0d0/s320/Austria+119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248203351293222290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see the Parlament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVdcoTOXXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/dh11y7V81vk/s1600-h/Austria+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVdcoTOXXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/dh11y7V81vk/s320/Austria+123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248203687205952882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVd8QHaDXI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ESswzpptJ0w/s1600-h/Austria+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVd8QHaDXI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ESswzpptJ0w/s320/Austria+120.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248204230469750130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were so excited because we, my coworkers and myself, found out where Cinderella had her ball.  It was at the Rathaus in Vienna Austria.  I'm surprized you all didn't know that because Disney obviously did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVeXoFJxYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/eExyXbI8kLI/s1600-h/Austria+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVeXoFJxYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/eExyXbI8kLI/s320/Austria+124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248204700759213442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVfDtbgL4I/AAAAAAAAAbU/wbDVTeq6XkY/s1600-h/Austria+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVfDtbgL4I/AAAAAAAAAbU/wbDVTeq6XkY/s320/Austria+125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248205458109378434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And good old Lizzy (who took this picture herself) has been invited!  How can you not want this sweet face at Cinderella's ball?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVfyN5H-7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/LBSFOAxmdWo/s1600-h/Austria+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVfyN5H-7I/AAAAAAAAAbc/LBSFOAxmdWo/s320/Austria+126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248206257097538482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVgSuyjQGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cDxUF18eE2I/s1600-h/Austria+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVgSuyjQGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cDxUF18eE2I/s320/Austria+141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248206815684149346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my hot prince that is taking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVh1-SZX9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/qN3b5G0YuH0/s1600-h/Austria+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVh1-SZX9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/qN3b5G0YuH0/s320/Austria+117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248208520651300818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask for much more, that is all I know!  Thanks Vienna for having me--UK here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-2553868056197506834?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/2553868056197506834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=2553868056197506834' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/2553868056197506834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/2553868056197506834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVXk1nxhiI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gHEWAapJlqg/s72-c/Austria+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-6983142993751810390</id><published>2008-09-18T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T12:59:36.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austria, Day 4, 5, and 6</title><content type='html'>Wow I just got back from dinner in downtown Austria and I don't think I have laughed that hard in a really long time.  I almost fell over walking back from the train because of the dang funny Brits that we are around all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 and 5 have been great, the beginning of convention running around to who knows where.  Like I have been to Toy*R*Us twice in two days to big up Ben 10 toys for our owners kids.  Twice!  I never thought I would make my way to that place in Austria!  Here is visit number 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNLZdHokwKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9VBROYw7lzE/s1600-h/Austria+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNLZdHokwKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9VBROYw7lzE/s320/Austria+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247495610128711842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was great to wake up to this morning, the sun!  I haven't seen that large thing since I left Salt Lake on Saturday.  It has been raining so much and it was so nice to see that peaking through my window this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNLZ9jJpRhI/AAAAAAAAASA/yHWNWg1FJgs/s1600-h/Austria+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNLZ9jJpRhI/AAAAAAAAASA/yHWNWg1FJgs/s320/Austria+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247496167270991378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say my favorite part has been all the great restaurants, does that surprise anyone that I love food?  Here are just a few of the pics from what I do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNLbD8_XqeI/AAAAAAAAASI/VHWNlwa9mjU/s1600-h/Austria+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNLbD8_XqeI/AAAAAAAAASI/VHWNlwa9mjU/s320/Austria+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247497376798058978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNLcll6u0TI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oZLFj6pMy6E/s1600-h/Austria+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNLcll6u0TI/AAAAAAAAASQ/oZLFj6pMy6E/s320/Austria+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247499054231769394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Austria there is a story told about a man by the name of Franz Sacher who invented a chocolate cake in 1832 for Klemens Wenzel von Metternich (a king that ruled in Austria).  Today this torte is known through out Vienna and across the world.  But this isn't your normal Sara Lee $2 cake, I'm talking a $10 piece of cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNLfdAGx6mI/AAAAAAAAASY/6gUlYyCy6Nk/s1600-h/Austria+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNLfdAGx6mI/AAAAAAAAASY/6gUlYyCy6Nk/s320/Austria+070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247502205177686626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVONwYJ0OI/AAAAAAAAAS8/crT-JIDK3c8/s1600-h/Austria+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVONwYJ0OI/AAAAAAAAAS8/crT-JIDK3c8/s320/Austria+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248186939001655522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew out for food and cake after a DANG good day of convention and sales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVOoOVXzZI/AAAAAAAAATE/TXWi1v8s9yg/s1600-h/Austria+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVOoOVXzZI/AAAAAAAAATE/TXWi1v8s9yg/s320/Austria+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248187393719651730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convention is a time that you find out you'll be doing things that weren't on your job description, but add even more fun to the job!&lt;br /&gt;Like baby sitting :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVRQ0WgGRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/57kITT9jtKk/s1600-h/Austria+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVRQ0WgGRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/57kITT9jtKk/s320/Austria+136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248190290142959890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVRv3MjjgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/KSLK0hjpJ50/s1600-h/Austria+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVRv3MjjgI/AAAAAAAAAZE/KSLK0hjpJ50/s320/Austria+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248190823482494466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murray I would pick you to baby sit my kid, but I'm telling you now you are the best paid baby sitter I know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or watching someones cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVSTmlYXeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/meT9S0EdU_w/s1600-h/Austria+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVSTmlYXeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/meT9S0EdU_w/s320/Austria+068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248191437498506722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome convention and the night we all went out for a nice dinner.  The dinner was up in the hills of Austria that overlooked the entire city.  Simon, or so he says:) finished up with a firework show that Vienna city was the back drop.  It was a perfect close to an awesome convention.  Great job UK office, you guys are the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVTlru7ohI/AAAAAAAAAZU/EN9u-6ztTqo/s1600-h/Austria+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVTlru7ohI/AAAAAAAAAZU/EN9u-6ztTqo/s320/Austria+078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248192847630017042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVUnNlqHoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/cpFoXpI8kpU/s1600-h/Austria+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVUnNlqHoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/cpFoXpI8kpU/s320/Austria+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248193973409422978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVU8bhnppI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4P1z0KKVpmY/s1600-h/Austria+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNVU8bhnppI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4P1z0KKVpmY/s320/Austria+075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248194337927833234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, you say it all with that picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-6983142993751810390?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/6983142993751810390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=6983142993751810390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/6983142993751810390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/6983142993751810390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2008/09/austria-day-4-5-and-6.html' title='Austria, Day 4, 5, and 6'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNLZdHokwKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9VBROYw7lzE/s72-c/Austria+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-1026149976419302817</id><published>2008-09-16T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:54:29.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austria, Day 2 and 3</title><content type='html'>So the reason I am in Europe for a couple of weeks is because my work has a convention in Vienna Austria.  We are here until Sunday and then we take off to the UK to see the warehouse and office we have staitioned there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convention is a crazy time, especially with late hours.  In the US we held one in Salt Lake in June.  It was amazing while we supported over 4000 people for a week.  Here in Austria we are doing the same only on a smaller scale of about 500 people.  This is the first time a convention has been held here so besides myself a co worker and my manager came to help out.  It has been a great time with tons of laughs and a whole lot of getting to understand the European culture (you should here my German, it is incredible! (Donkey Fur and "You again"--Thanks Tiffany for your German background, it really has helped us all out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put a convention on takes a lot of planning and a lot of creative side to pull together a product expo.  This is on a smaller scale than the Salt Palace, but this is what we came up with here and it looks perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we start with table and palets full of product...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNAiC3ARXAI/AAAAAAAAARA/56eODnql9UI/s1600-h/Austria+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNAiC3ARXAI/AAAAAAAAARA/56eODnql9UI/s320/Austria+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246730998406798338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNAiq1mF_2I/AAAAAAAAARI/XKVBRMtDS0Q/s1600-h/Austria+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNAiq1mF_2I/AAAAAAAAARI/XKVBRMtDS0Q/s320/Austria+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246731685223333730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And over a two day period of not leaving the hotel once it turns into a phenomenal room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNAjIH59TYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wubN_c3SgwU/s1600-h/Austria+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNAjIH59TYI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wubN_c3SgwU/s320/Austria+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246732188354694530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNAlt2DyJlI/AAAAAAAAARo/RtH2-c-zGF8/s1600-h/Austria+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNAlt2DyJlI/AAAAAAAAARo/RtH2-c-zGF8/s320/Austria+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246735035422352978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNAlHjIjA6I/AAAAAAAAARg/Ym8v0yEWIn8/s1600-h/Austria+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNAlHjIjA6I/AAAAAAAAARg/Ym8v0yEWIn8/s320/Austria+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246734377507029922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNAmuWkoNdI/AAAAAAAAARw/ieUq4xzL9Ck/s1600-h/Austria+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNAmuWkoNdI/AAAAAAAAARw/ieUq4xzL9Ck/s320/Austria+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246736143661675986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without leaving the hotel for a full 48 hours we completed everything and are ready to start the event tomorrow.  It is going to be great and I have some great people that I can't help but thank in the UK office, we couldn't do without our "blokes!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-1026149976419302817?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/1026149976419302817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=1026149976419302817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/1026149976419302817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/1026149976419302817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2008/09/austria-day-2-and-3.html' title='Austria, Day 2 and 3'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SNAiC3ARXAI/AAAAAAAAARA/56eODnql9UI/s72-c/Austria+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-1163961461633866788</id><published>2008-09-14T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:25:20.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austria, Day 1</title><content type='html'>So I made it.  Nothing really has happend yet, but we've had some good times already.  I already ate at McDonalds (and yes it does have different things than the US, like potato wedges), had a nice shower, and yes even walked around like dumb Americans who don't know what we are doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane ride was just fine but a little cold.  This is what I did the entire time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2IFZDdGmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vymR47RLlWY/s1600-h/Austria+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2IFZDdGmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vymR47RLlWY/s320/Austria+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245998767162595938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they let me into their country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2JMOlNT7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/BUkte0Or3x0/s1600-h/Austria+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2JMOlNT7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/BUkte0Or3x0/s320/Austria+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245999984122089394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               Me with my passport stamped&lt;br /&gt;And this is me eating a McDonalds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2JzGkS2MI/AAAAAAAAAP4/i45BCjWt7ys/s1600-h/Austria+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2JzGkS2MI/AAAAAAAAAP4/i45BCjWt7ys/s320/Austria+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246000651985672386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner with some of my coworkers from the UK we went out to explore for our first night.  I can't even tell you how pretty and fun this place has been for the few short hours I have been here.  We went downtown to see the famous Austrian Opera House.  I couldn't believe the arcitecture that was done to make that place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2K9ZFT3AI/AAAAAAAAAQA/boFK7k_vkpo/s1600-h/Austria+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2K9ZFT3AI/AAAAAAAAAQA/boFK7k_vkpo/s320/Austria+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246001928266308610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2LU4LDauI/AAAAAAAAAQI/GloZwwsZ47Q/s1600-h/Austria+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2LU4LDauI/AAAAAAAAAQI/GloZwwsZ47Q/s320/Austria+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246002331748887266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2Lr8xJ2oI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qsfkkG_ZjcM/s1600-h/Austria+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2Lr8xJ2oI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qsfkkG_ZjcM/s320/Austria+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246002728119425666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good self photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2MEDvp2iI/AAAAAAAAAQY/TKxfe1QLkD4/s1600-h/Austria+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2MEDvp2iI/AAAAAAAAAQY/TKxfe1QLkD4/s320/Austria+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246003142309042722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like all of you to know that I passed THREE of these today, it really is a dream come true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2MkgWz0NI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_CXVOty4reE/s1600-h/Austria+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2MkgWz0NI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_CXVOty4reE/s320/Austria+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246003699745280210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn the corner walking down the street and St. Stephens cathedral was right in front of me.  I have never seen something so amazing I thought someone had painted a picture right in front of me.  It was really cool because we got to walk in and see a Sunday night mass, INCREDIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2NHKp6TXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/08SQo7M6DI0/s1600-h/Austria+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2NHKp6TXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/08SQo7M6DI0/s320/Austria+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246004295215238514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2N3e1lNiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fuMzVCNNmQA/s1600-h/Austria+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2N3e1lNiI/AAAAAAAAAQw/fuMzVCNNmQA/s320/Austria+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246005125266617890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2OdgeDeBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mztoWMXav44/s1600-h/Austria+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2OdgeDeBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mztoWMXav44/s320/Austria+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246005778539837458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was day 1!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-1163961461633866788?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/1163961461633866788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=1163961461633866788' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/1163961461633866788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/1163961461633866788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2008/09/austria-day-1.html' title='Austria, Day 1'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SM2IFZDdGmI/AAAAAAAAAPo/vymR47RLlWY/s72-c/Austria+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-2040445893155587261</id><published>2008-04-15T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:18:37.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last FOUR months</title><content type='html'>OK, so I have received a lot of sass for not updating my blog for quite some time.  Yes I agree I'm not up to par on my blogging skills, but I do have to claim that I have been quite busy!  So it is my goal tonight to accomplish this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last four months have been so great and just a little crazy with time!  I think the best way to keep everyone informed is through pictures (who doesn't love those the best!) and so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February:  So I think everyone knows if I don't get injured in some way, shape, or form within a few months time we all start to worry.  But you don't have to because while snowmobiling with my work I managed to get in a fight with my snowmobile.  I hate to admit it, but he totally won.  This was the result of the fight the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SAmHoJVqhPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jjdMql1IAPE/s1600-h/Photo+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SAmHoJVqhPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jjdMql1IAPE/s320/Photo+12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190829169292510450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SAmIupVqhRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Sf8vlD_igQc/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SAmIupVqhRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Sf8vlD_igQc/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190830380473287954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March:  Was a great month which consisted of me finally completing a goal that I have had set for myself for a really long time.  My friends and I headed down to Moab to run the half marathon.  The marathon was such an awesome experience and even though I didn't love every second (obviously) I thought it was really cool.  I definitely could not have done it with out such a good group of friends cheering me on!  Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SAmKJpVqhSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/FCU_KEozBas/s1600-h/HPIM0755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SAmKJpVqhSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/FCU_KEozBas/s320/HPIM0755.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190831943841383714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year or so of blue smoke coming out of the back of my car I decided that I should grow up and buy a new car.  First, this HAS to be the most adorable car ever!  Seriously I just love this little thing and everything about it!  Toyota, you just impress me all the time.  If anyone would like to see the cute car I just bought I would love to come and take you for a drive.  Seriously you would have a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SAmLYJVqhTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rhrgDewiA6U/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SAmLYJVqhTI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rhrgDewiA6U/s320/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190833292461114674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it folks a quick update of the last four months.  It also has included work, attempting to take a Spanish class, running, Jazz games, teaching, more work, piano lessons, another St. George trip, shopping, even more work, family, laughing, a murder birthday, and finally work:)&lt;br /&gt;So I finally did it, I updated my blog.  Hopefully I'll be better down the road, but who knows!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SAmN65VqhUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/XAl_BRkXBRM/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SAmN65VqhUI/AAAAAAAAAOk/XAl_BRkXBRM/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190836088484824386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SAmOUZVqhVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SLDSdcPrLJs/s1600-h/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SAmOUZVqhVI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SLDSdcPrLJs/s320/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190836526571488594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-2040445893155587261?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/2040445893155587261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=2040445893155587261' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/2040445893155587261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/2040445893155587261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-four-months.html' title='The last FOUR months'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/SAmHoJVqhPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jjdMql1IAPE/s72-c/Photo+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-1030196842751057439</id><published>2007-12-16T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T18:42:15.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDDING</title><content type='html'>I just got back from St. George with my friend Kenzer.  We went down there for one of my best friends weddings, Nate Houston.  Nate and I met up at Weber State my freshman year because we roomed right next to each other.  I couldn't help thinking about every prank we played on him and his roommate like: putting seeds on their floor and watering them during the Olympic break (in hopes that flowers would be there when we got back), using shaving cream to "decorate" their floor with the words: "paybacks a Bi^$#", or cutting all the labels off the canned food and putting them on other cans so when they thought they were opening peaches they got corn.  I'll never forget the day hearing Nate yell after opening three cans "what the hell is wrong with Smiths."&lt;br /&gt;Oh they had their fun too through putting open cans of tuna in our room where we couldn't find them, tying our doors together so we couldn't get out, and saran wrapping our toilet seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason Nate and I stayed really good friends throughout our missions and as we both went through the accounting programs, me at UVSC and Nate at SUU. A lot of times when we got frustrated or couldn't do school anymore we would take get-a-way trips (me to Ceder and Nate to Orem) and just be able to chill and relax for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I am so freaken proud of Nate for what he has accomplished in the six years that I have known him, but even more proud that he pick such a great girl!  I met Jana in the temple (at her own wedding) and knew right then how lucky Nate was to get such an amazing girl!  Nate you got a good one and you better treat her like a princess ALWAYS!  (Even though I know you will!!!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XhZT_ittI/AAAAAAAAALk/28e6aLCYP-0/s1600-h/100_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XhZT_ittI/AAAAAAAAALk/28e6aLCYP-0/s320/100_0736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144765974320428754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I learned that you never wear high heels when taking a picture with people shorter than you...I look like if I sat on them both I would ruin their lives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note here is me with my new pair of glasses.  I really needed them but didn't have any scissors to help me out in St. George.  I drove around like this all morning!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XhIj_itsI/AAAAAAAAALc/HStugpqJtao/s1600-h/100_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XhIj_itsI/AAAAAAAAALc/HStugpqJtao/s320/100_0738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144765686557619906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-1030196842751057439?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/1030196842751057439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=1030196842751057439' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/1030196842751057439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/1030196842751057439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2007/12/wedding.html' title='WEDDING'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XhZT_ittI/AAAAAAAAALk/28e6aLCYP-0/s72-c/100_0736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-7582481721868204410</id><published>2007-12-13T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:21:08.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Sports Weekend...In DENVER!!!</title><content type='html'>So if you didn't know how much I love the city of Denver you will definitely know after this post.  I LOVE THAT PLACE!!  So one of the most random group got together to have an all sports weekend in Denver this weekend which included: Sammy, Kahale, Brook, Rob, and yours truly.  What a weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off in the airport waiting for our plane that was an hour and a half late and a bumpy ride to Denver.  I don't know what the deal is with planes, me, and my stomach this passed while but not one likes each other.  When we finally landed I couldn't believe how cold it was.  I guess I have to realize I was in the Rockies, but I was hoping for a little more warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting our cool minivan Sammy, because he had been to Denver one time, knew exactly where our hotel was. OK, that was the biggest lie ever so for about an hour he drove around telling us/finding the hotel.  We found a Marriott, just not the right Marriott.  I was really glad to see my bed that night!!  Thanks to Sammy I did see parts of Denver that I never would have seen otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got up the next morning and headed to Coors brewery.  That place is HUGE!  Sadly I forgot my ID&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XXvT_itnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mDjgPmKgcZI/s1600-h/100_0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XXvT_itnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mDjgPmKgcZI/s200/100_0713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144755357161272946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so I couldn't get plastered (that was a joke!!), but if I ever did get drunk this is probably the exact picture of &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XYmD_itpI/AAAAAAAAALE/t27tSXAI--Y/s1600-h/100_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XYmD_itpI/AAAAAAAAALE/t27tSXAI--Y/s200/100_0724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144756297759110802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I would look like.  This is non alcoholic beer and pretty much the worst stuff I have EVER tasted!  It was a very interesting tour though.  It take 118 days from start to finish to make beer. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XYGD_itoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/KitQ32jWkfQ/s1600-h/100_0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XYGD_itoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/KitQ32jWkfQ/s200/100_0712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144755748003296898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Being a Mormon and all those details are really important in my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of that morning was when we went to get food at Jack-in-the-Box.  After we came out from breakfast we realized that (we'll leave his name unknown...Rob) left the car door open the entire time we were in eating.  There was a nice layer of snow all over Kahale's seat!!  I am still laughing about that and it is a week later!! Thanks for that one Rob!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed (on a very snowy night) down to the Pepsi center to watch the Denver Nuggets take on the Kings. For $10, I totally got my moneys worth!  But everyone knows I love the NBA and I would have been entertained no matter what.  It happened to be '80's night and they brought in a surprised guest singer in.  At first I thought it was Paula Abdul because they put her picture up on the jumbo tron, but then it ended up being some dude that I have never heard of, had a horrible smokers voice, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XaBz_itrI/AAAAAAAAALU/DqIiUInbtFo/s1600-h/100_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XaBz_itrI/AAAAAAAAALU/DqIiUInbtFo/s200/100_0728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144757874012108466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I don't even think he sang since the '80's.  But once again I get entertained very easy...and I was entertained.&lt;br /&gt;Nuggets won the game with a nail biting ending.  I routed for them, but I didn't realize that game tied them with the Jazz so I regret doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning we got up and went to breakfast in the hotel. It was Sammy, Kahale, and me that enjoyed a nice pre game snack.  As we were walking out the door Sammy took a drink of OJ that went down the wrong tube and ended up sneezing.  However when he sneezed that OJ went all over the door AND ALL OVER my hand as I was exiting the door.  Everyone that "nose" (ha ha) me well knows that I am a neat freak and imagine someone elses snot all over you...I wanted to DIE!! GROSS!  I can't even think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we continue on to the next day in our all sports weekend...We went down to 14th street and walked around that next morning.  Summer is the best for that street, but still just like I have &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XV6T_itlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lOfjbiT556o/s1600-h/HPIM0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XV6T_itlI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lOfjbiT556o/s200/HPIM0672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144753347116578386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  said Denver has never been a disappointment.  After we were done there we went down to pretty much my favorite stadium, Mile High. I almost feel like I ripped Denver off this weekend because we got the BEST PRICES on everything the WHOLE weekend.  But this is my favorite...so we went and scalped Broncos tickets.  We all got in the "executive seating" for $60 bones each!!!  The normal price was $285!  I know I was that shocked too!!! Yet another reason why I love Denver. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XW7z_itmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_4sde1zOrq4/s1600-h/HPIM0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XW7z_itmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_4sde1zOrq4/s200/HPIM0666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144754472398009954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; P.S Do you like the random lady in the picture...who ever she is! I'm sure it might have helped that it was freezing and the Broncos aren't good at all this year, but hey I had a blast!  So when I say it was freezing this is me on the train with 8 layers on and my coat is the ninth.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XTQz_itiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Fqqn8ThLCJU/s1600-h/HPIM0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XTQz_itiI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Fqqn8ThLCJU/s200/HPIM0654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144750435128751650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I had 6 hand warmers in use: feet, hands, and two in my hat.  It was cold, but me of all people who freezes at 80 degrees did well out there!!!  I also got free nachos&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2YG3T_ituI/AAAAAAAAALs/-tEpAIgIugU/s1600-h/HPIM0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2YG3T_ituI/AAAAAAAAALs/-tEpAIgIugU/s320/HPIM0660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144807171646732002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (thanks Sammy for making that happen), to see and NFL game, a free bus ride (I don't think that should have happened either), and I learned all of the Broncos cheers (I really should become a regular): "the pass was: IN-COM-PLETE!", and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome weekend!  We got up at 4:30 on Monday to make our 6:30 flight, so it was early, but so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;I really love Denver guys, I really do!  If you haven't had any great experiences out there...you should go, it is so worth it!  The all sports weekend of beer, basketball, and football was a dream come true!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-7582481721868204410?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/7582481721868204410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=7582481721868204410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/7582481721868204410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/7582481721868204410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-sports-weekendin-denver.html' title='All Sports Weekend...In DENVER!!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R2XXvT_itnI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mDjgPmKgcZI/s72-c/100_0713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-6039101645760375433</id><published>2007-11-21T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:05:36.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How great are MAC computers!!</title><content type='html'>I love my MacBook computer.  I do, I think they are great computers and should be a spokes person for Mac because I tell everyone about them.  Sure it is different than a PC, but it is so much better!  &lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to list all the reasons why I love my Mac, but would rather just show you how much fun you can have with a Mac:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R0RxqRpK6NI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9o1rvkGA2pg/s1600-h/Photo+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R0RxqRpK6NI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9o1rvkGA2pg/s320/Photo+18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135354446213736658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R0RyBhpK6OI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jPJAgFML1xE/s1600-h/Photo+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R0RyBhpK6OI/AAAAAAAAAJo/jPJAgFML1xE/s320/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135354845645695202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R0RyfRpK6PI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kNxTiVvV5ZM/s1600-h/Photo+32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R0RyfRpK6PI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kNxTiVvV5ZM/s320/Photo+32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135355356746803442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R0Ry1hpK6QI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4wpm6ui4c_4/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R0Ry1hpK6QI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4wpm6ui4c_4/s320/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135355738998892802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R0RzDRpK6RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/m9OdXaKORFc/s1600-h/Photo+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R0RzDRpK6RI/AAAAAAAAAKA/m9OdXaKORFc/s320/Photo+16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135355975222094098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is one of the reasons I love my MAC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-6039101645760375433?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/6039101645760375433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=6039101645760375433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/6039101645760375433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/6039101645760375433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-great-are-mac-computers.html' title='How great are MAC computers!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/R0RxqRpK6NI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9o1rvkGA2pg/s72-c/Photo+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-7998371834660191877</id><published>2007-11-11T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T18:43:09.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LASER QUEST</title><content type='html'>When was the last time that you went laser tagging?  Maybe high school or even Jr. High? Mine? It was last night and I had such a blast!  I'll be honest I was not really excited to go, but who knew hanging out where a bunch of high school kids go could be so much fun!  &lt;br /&gt;A lot of people might not remember the full experience of laser tagging so I'll give you a recap of the event.  You walk in, pay and they give you a card which could be red or green.  You sit around for a little while and have the chance to play video games in the arcade, kind of like this...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzerwewKIMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AlbMjHW7Fak/s1600-h/100_0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzerwewKIMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AlbMjHW7Fak/s320/100_0663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131759149789094082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You then are called, according to your color of card, to give your "game name".  Mine, the first game was DEEBER and the second game (yep, we played twice it was so much fun) was in respect to Kelly off The Office.  All of our team members the second round, had The Office names. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzetrOwKINI/AAAAAAAAAIo/VD7jU5E4kDM/s1600-h/100_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzetrOwKINI/AAAAAAAAAIo/VD7jU5E4kDM/s320/100_0659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131761258618036434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; William=Pam, Sammy=Kevin, Sarah=Angela, Chris=Creed, Rick=Bob Vance, Mackenzie=Jan, and Steve=Michael.&lt;br /&gt;When you have given them your "game name" you are given a plastic key that activates your laser gun.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzevRewKIOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xXydVbxeenQ/s1600-h/100_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzevRewKIOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xXydVbxeenQ/s320/100_0662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131763015259660514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just about ready to play an awesome game of laser tag, but there is one more fun thing you get to do before entering, have a dance competition!  The winner of the dance competition gets a FREE game of laser tag.  So we danced...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzewXewKIPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hgQZQQybdys/s1600-h/100_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzewXewKIPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hgQZQQybdys/s320/100_0665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131764217850503410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And danced some church dance &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzexKOwKIQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UI-UfWWom-A/s1600-h/100_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzexKOwKIQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UI-UfWWom-A/s320/100_0670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131765089728864514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And danced even more &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Rzexn-wKIRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/h1ucvYv24wE/s1600-h/100_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Rzexn-wKIRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/h1ucvYv24wE/s320/100_0664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131765600829972754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you are dying to know who ended up winning, well it was yours truly!  I basically danced the night away at Laser Quest and won a FREE GAME, so worth it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzeyX-wKISI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/msDfOHldjH4/s1600-h/100_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzeyX-wKISI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/msDfOHldjH4/s320/100_0668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131766425463693602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Until Chris stole my prize, but don't worry I was able to get it back!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzezMuwKITI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ifR4dnAK3S0/s1600-h/100_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzezMuwKITI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ifR4dnAK3S0/s320/100_0669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131767331701793074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you finish the dance competition you are sent into another room where you are given rules like you can't touch anyone, you can't cover your sensors, or sit while playing.  It was a fun two games which included me almost running into several walls, Chris, Steve, and Rick cheating by taking their gear off and setting it on the ground, and a bunch of our team charging the other tower freaking a bunch of girls out!  Who knew that laser tag could be so much fun!  If you happen to be bored one night with nothing to do, make your way to Laser Quest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-7998371834660191877?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/7998371834660191877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=7998371834660191877' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/7998371834660191877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/7998371834660191877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2007/11/laser-quest.html' title='LASER QUEST'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzerwewKIMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/AlbMjHW7Fak/s72-c/100_0663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-5345227656174551024</id><published>2007-11-11T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T17:12:19.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>600 Bones...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzeoGOwKILI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DyYJXAkQvBc/s1600-h/100_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzeoGOwKILI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DyYJXAkQvBc/s320/100_0653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131755125404737714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night Sarah had a cute boutique at her house with candles, bows, purses, and clothes.  It was so much fun to catch up with girls that I haven't seen in a long time and the latest additions to their families.&lt;br /&gt;The full reason I am writing this blog is to tell you the story about Mackenzie and her purse.  To our amazement, even though I was there when she bought it and was FLOORED that she did, she bought a $600 purse. Yep, here are the picture to show you and for me to remember that I will NEVER buy a $600 bones purse!  But Mack, I think it is a really cute purse!  I would want it if I could have it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Rzenz-wKIKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/D61DxB0aW4w/s1600-h/100_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Rzenz-wKIKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/D61DxB0aW4w/s320/100_0655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131754811872125090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-5345227656174551024?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/5345227656174551024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=5345227656174551024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/5345227656174551024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/5345227656174551024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2007/11/600-bones.html' title='600 Bones...'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RzeoGOwKILI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DyYJXAkQvBc/s72-c/100_0653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-165228154131152378</id><published>2007-10-31T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:14:53.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!</title><content type='html'>Last night Megs had a bunch of us over for a GREAT party.  There was a sit down dinner and pumpkin carving contest.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RyjnP7NCtkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AXuavb0ug48/s1600-h/000_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RyjnP7NCtkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AXuavb0ug48/s200/000_0061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127602436537759298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our teams pumpkin, I think, should have won the whole entire match, but instead we lost. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RyjmTbNCtiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UVNwtBZ3pFM/s1600-h/000_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RyjmTbNCtiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/UVNwtBZ3pFM/s200/000_0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127601397155673634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we need a new judge, but her name needs to be Sue or our pumpkin won't make sense!  I think we did good Leslie and Bromley. We'll get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other team that wasn't recognized was Cameron and Zane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RyjssbNCtnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/y0cWtaIy8b4/s1600-h/000_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RyjssbNCtnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/y0cWtaIy8b4/s200/000_0062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127608423722169970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy, Marci, and Ben won most intricate, there pumpkin went out to all those special girls in the world.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RyjtfLNCtpI/AAAAAAAAAII/Z5ZaIgxF30U/s1600-h/000_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RyjtfLNCtpI/AAAAAAAAAII/Z5ZaIgxF30U/s200/000_0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127609295600531090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan, Sara, and Scott won the most personality.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RyjsP7NCtmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/v_Nd010MaUA/s1600-h/000_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RyjsP7NCtmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/v_Nd010MaUA/s200/000_0065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127607934095898210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Matt and Melissa won most original-- see if you can figure it out. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Ryjr8LNCtlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9yH81b6tZP0/s1600-h/000_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Ryjr8LNCtlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9yH81b6tZP0/s200/000_0063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127607594793481810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought it was pretty creative, a bum crack.&lt;br /&gt;And then there is cute Jeremy and Betsy all dressed up!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Ryjs_bNCtoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vDcFnRj_DdA/s1600-h/000_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Ryjs_bNCtoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/vDcFnRj_DdA/s200/000_0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127608750139684482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-165228154131152378?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/165228154131152378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=165228154131152378' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/165228154131152378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/165228154131152378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RyjnP7NCtkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/AXuavb0ug48/s72-c/000_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-4164759878125294933</id><published>2007-10-15T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:18:40.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle/Vancouver</title><content type='html'>Vacation is defined as, "freedom or release from duty, business, or activity.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ453bYnhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-QO_e-c1LKI/s1600-h/100_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ453bYnhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-QO_e-c1LKI/s200/100_0558.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121781243009605138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amen, I don't think that could have been said any better, but that is what I did this last weekend had some freedom from business for awhile.   My friends &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ5X3bYniI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ChHQHvmvlW8/s1600-h/100_0583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ5X3bYniI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ChHQHvmvlW8/s200/100_0583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121781758405680674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I decided to take a trip up to Seattle/Vancouver this weekend just to get away and it was awesome!  Vancouver is one of the most beautiful places that I have ever seen!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan and I flew up early Thursday morning where we met Leslie, Syd, Morgan, Matt, and Zane in Seattle.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ3SHbYnfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RDWaqttNQUQ/s1600-h/100_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ3SHbYnfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/RDWaqttNQUQ/s200/100_0629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121779460598177266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a quick breakfast and some crazy stories from the night before (like them discovering a piece of poop in the hot tub that they were in) we made our way up to Vancouver.  Vancouver was so beautiful and an amazing city, but one suggestion for everyone who might go up there is don't stay in the Radisson in downtown Vancouver.  We named our hotel that we stayed in for two night's p2, which stands for porn and pizza.   Pretty much every other store was either a pizza place or a porn joint which happened to also be the heart of the red light district.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ1_3bYndI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ERSLoyx_mJo/s1600-h/100_0598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ1_3bYndI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ERSLoyx_mJo/s200/100_0598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121778047553936850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our hotel hallway somehow had the smell of a rotting dead person mixed with a new carpet smell, it was horrible and I can't decided which was better: the fire alarm that went off at two in the morning one night or the music being so loud that it felt like the club was in our bathroom the other night.   One moment that I'm still laughing at is getting stuck in a small elevator with at least 10 people crammed into it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ2tHbYneI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j-hIy0LyJOo/s1600-h/100_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ2tHbYneI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j-hIy0LyJOo/s200/100_0572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121778824943017442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I thought half my group was going to die after the 30 seconds we had been in there.   It sounds like a complete waist of time to go up there, but it wasn't in any way, shape, or form because that just made the experience that much better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ1CHbYnbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6GHeNZ1gFMw/s1600-h/100_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ1CHbYnbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6GHeNZ1gFMw/s200/100_0568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121776986697014706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started our journey to Lynn's canyon which is a GEORGOUS area with a huge suspended bridge that looks over waterfalls and an amazing lake.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ1eHbYncI/AAAAAAAAAEM/K4vL64liobc/s1600-h/100_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ1eHbYncI/AAAAAAAAAEM/K4vL64liobc/s200/100_0577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121777467733351874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besides that, you got to walk around a forest where we came to a small but beautiful green pond that would have been the perfect place to swim in, but it was so cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQnCnbYnSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WI4tL248fPs/s1600-h/100_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQnCnbYnSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WI4tL248fPs/s200/100_0619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121761602124160290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also made our way to Stanberry Park.  This park is huge; it covers the whole tip of a peninsula that you are able to view all of Vancouver.   They had pretty much everything there from totem poles to rose gardens (ok, dead roses) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQrIHbYnYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZzRg_jSdIQ8/s1600-h/100_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQrIHbYnYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZzRg_jSdIQ8/s200/100_0627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121766094659952002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to a miniature train (we didn't get to see that because they were having some sort of labor dispute, but we did happen to see a black squirrel when we were walking over there!).I think the thing that I wanted to do the most was take a jog around the park.  I don't think that I would ever make it around all the way, actually I know that I couldn't, but that is what I kept thinking the entire time, that I just wanted to run!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQkh3bYnOI/AAAAAAAAACw/o1qvDWnob_U/s1600-h/100_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQkh3bYnOI/AAAAAAAAACw/o1qvDWnob_U/s200/100_0600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121758840460188898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Other than that Vancouver also consisted of shopping (as usual), but the prices up there are horrendous!  If there is one reason why I couldn't live up there it would be because of how expensive everything was (wait, minus the porn…that stuff was like 25 cents for a sneak-peak—don't worry I didn't look!).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQlNnbYnPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/l69P3H5Ogds/s1600-h/100_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQlNnbYnPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/l69P3H5Ogds/s200/100_0616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121759592079465714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But Vancouver also consisted of really great food, more shopping, me loosing my voice (I had some pretty great looks from people when I would open my mouth), incredible candy (Clodhoppers and Maynards, if you ever get a chance to try them jump at the opportunity), and being rejected by my friends for liking tootsie rolls&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQl_HbYnRI/AAAAAAAAADI/KLalzutc9bY/s1600-h/100_0596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQl_HbYnRI/AAAAAAAAADI/KLalzutc9bY/s200/100_0596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121760442482990354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I still think that is considered a candy bar guys.   I object to all six of your objection votes and vote that my favorite is tootsie rolls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQjr3bYnNI/AAAAAAAAACo/aU7kW_wId5k/s1600-h/100_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQjr3bYnNI/AAAAAAAAACo/aU7kW_wId5k/s200/100_0642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121757912747252946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a great time up there we headed back down on Saturday to be able to spend all of Sunday in Seattle.  Despite our not so great hotel in Vancouver we were blessed with an awesome one in Seattle.  The first thing I got to do when we got to the hotel was run in the gym!   It was so nice!  I really liked Seattle and thought it was a really pretty city.  I have been up there before on soccer tournament trips,but I had forgotten how great it is.   Seattle reminded me so much of San Francisco I had to think twice at times where I actually was!  We didn't have too much time there, but we did have a chance to go on an underground tour of the city. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ7JXbYnkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Naekdf6w13M/s1600-h/100_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ7JXbYnkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Naekdf6w13M/s200/100_0610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121783708320833090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Apparently, I know I don't have all my facts strait but you'll get the picture, a 13 block radius of Seattle burnt down in the late 18th century.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQi9nbYnMI/AAAAAAAAACg/V5nPjYysHkU/s1600-h/100_0641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQi9nbYnMI/AAAAAAAAACg/V5nPjYysHkU/s200/100_0641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121757118178303170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not really sure why they did this, I wasn't paying attention, but they built on top of the city that already was there, so some of the buildings that you are looking at in Seattle the first floor is underground and the second is at main level.   It was one of my favorite parts to be able to walk under the streets and actually see the full city that they had under there.  It has been there for years and at different times in history it has been underground shopping, a place to put earthquake debris, and currently today they use it for tours or because land is so expensive the owners of the shops above ground also use it their space for storage.   I just thought that was a really neat and how they have this whole other life underground!! Oh and I forgot to mention that a lot of people have seen ghost down there, but unfortunately I was not able to see one, maybe next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQiWHbYnLI/AAAAAAAAACY/-lEDf_QqR40/s1600-h/100_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQiWHbYnLI/AAAAAAAAACY/-lEDf_QqR40/s200/100_0571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121756439573470386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have the gist of my "vacation" that I went on this weekend.  There were so many great laughing moments like: "Zane me that," the high five that was not really a high five by Leslie, counting 1-7 every time we left a store or sight seeing place, poop in the hot tub, stomps inside our minivan, the double flush, chanting-chanting-chanting, measuring body sizes with Morgan's belt, Zane's and Syd's fighting, "Hey guys, hey guys this is my pleather jacket", and so much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQhW3bYnKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CoTm_oUI9W8/s1600-h/100_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQhW3bYnKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CoTm_oUI9W8/s200/100_0613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121755352946744482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I just want to say to 1-6 that was a zane-tastic trip, Zane on, Vancouver/Seattle!! Zane, LIZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-4164759878125294933?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/4164759878125294933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=4164759878125294933' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/4164759878125294933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/4164759878125294933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2007/10/seattlevancouver.html' title='Seattle/Vancouver'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RxQ453bYnhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-QO_e-c1LKI/s72-c/100_0558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-2493360582746874609</id><published>2007-10-09T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T20:10:44.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is a good one</title><content type='html'>TO LAUGH IS TO RISK APPEARING A FOOL,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO WEEP IS TO RISK APPEARING SENTIMENTAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO REACH OUT FOR ANOTHER IS TO RISK INVOLVEMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO EXPRESS FEELINGS IS TO RISK REJECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO PLACE YOUR DREAMS ABOVE THE CROWD IS TO RISK RIDICULE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO LOVE IS TO RISK NOT BEING LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO GO FORWARD IN THE FACE OF OVERWHELMING ODDS IS TO RISK FAILURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, RISKS MUST BE TAKEN, BECAUSE THE GREATEST HAZARD IN LIFE IS TO RISK NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT MAY AVOID SUFFERING AND SORROW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEY CANNOT LEARN, FEEL CHANGE, GROW, OR LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAINED BY THEIR CERTITUDES, THEY ARE SLAVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAVE FORFEITED THEIR FREEDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY THOSE WHO TAKE RISKS ARE FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-2493360582746874609?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/2493360582746874609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=2493360582746874609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/2493360582746874609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/2493360582746874609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-is-good-one.html' title='Here is a good one'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-5295514672718755385</id><published>2007-10-07T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T15:06:56.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Question...</title><content type='html'>So I'll give you a quick background on my stupid hobby that I love...which is reading and finding out about murders.  Anyway I'm into this Kipland Davis murder that happened over 12 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;The question is does anyone know how to find out when these men go on trial?  I've looked all over the court house site for Provo, but I couldn't find anything...can anyone help me out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-5295514672718755385?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/5295514672718755385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=5295514672718755385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/5295514672718755385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/5295514672718755385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-question.html' title='Random Question...'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-8852524513654763390</id><published>2007-10-07T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:56:21.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming 5K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RwkruijHk2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/0HEa2ZwxFjE/s1600-h/100_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RwkruijHk2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/0HEa2ZwxFjE/s320/100_0553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118670530031358818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RwkrcCjHk1I/AAAAAAAAABw/50ZlSfkNJAw/s1600-h/100_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RwkrcCjHk1I/AAAAAAAAABw/50ZlSfkNJAw/s320/100_0551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118670212203778898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my 9-year-old nephew, Miles, and I ran in a 5K up at the U for homecoming week.  It was such a fun experience to be with Miles running the whole race.  Now getting a 9-year-old to 3.2 miles is some experience!  We made it through the first mile just fine, but after that we focused more on just getting the race done (by walking).  &lt;br /&gt;I think the funniest thing that happened out there was I was trying to get Miles to talk throughout it so he wouldn't focus on the race.  I asked him his favorite TV shows, how school was, and finally "how are you doing?" With a completely white face Miles responded, "I'm fine."  When we were driving home he said, "Liz, remember that time you asked if I was OK?  Well I lied and I really wanted to die at that moment!"&lt;br /&gt;I am really proud of Miles for finishing the race because he did such a good job!  Miles is such a great kid and anyone who gets to know that kid is one lucky person.  He is so smart, loves ALL animals, and is one of the most mature kids I know who is always willing to help out.&lt;br /&gt;Great job bud and thanks for running with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-8852524513654763390?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/8852524513654763390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=8852524513654763390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/8852524513654763390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/8852524513654763390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2007/10/homecoming-5k.html' title='Homecoming 5K'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RwkruijHk2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/0HEa2ZwxFjE/s72-c/100_0553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-1674121878699150005</id><published>2007-09-25T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:00:41.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most embarrassing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RvnHlSjHk0I/AAAAAAAAABo/QZpr9A6KhVI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RvnHlSjHk0I/AAAAAAAAABo/QZpr9A6KhVI/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114338295304131394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple of weeks ago we were sitting in a circle talking about our most embarrassing moments from Jr. High.  I couldn't help but think more and more about mine and how funny they were (now that is...then I probably thought it was the end of the world!)  But I thought that I would list my top five and a brief description so you can either remember them too or laugh in my horrifying moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mr Gill telling me, "Miss DeeBer get your greasy head off my board!"&lt;br /&gt;2. Confusing the words ambidextrous and bisexual in my 8th, 9th, and 10th grade math classes&lt;br /&gt;3. Mr. Thomas telling me that I will never learn the Spanish language (oh believe me, I'll show him!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pat Eldridge asking me when the flood was coming&lt;br /&gt;5. Someone trying to snap my bra and I happen to not be wearing one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these moments make me laugh so hard!  Wow Jr. High what more can be said.  But I will tell you I'll never forget being a bulldog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-1674121878699150005?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/1674121878699150005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=1674121878699150005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/1674121878699150005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/1674121878699150005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2007/09/most-embarrassing.html' title='Most embarrassing...'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/RvnHlSjHk0I/AAAAAAAAABo/QZpr9A6KhVI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-5625846768601996109</id><published>2007-09-16T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:26:14.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>METAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Ru3im8NIHzI/AAAAAAAAABY/I1pK2B3vD2c/s1600-h/000_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Ru3im8NIHzI/AAAAAAAAABY/I1pK2B3vD2c/s320/000_0037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110990310759472946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever went to my apartment in Orem and were in my room you will recognize the picture that is posted.  It is my METAS wall.  In Portuguese the word META means "goals" or something that you have a desire to accomplish.  Usually while I was in school I tried to update them every semester and add to them as the semester went on.  Sometimes there were a lot of blue, green, and pink sheets on my wall or sometimes there was just a few.  But in all I knew I had I had something I wanted to accomplish during a certain period of time.&lt;br /&gt;So I've started my META wall once again.  The good thing about my goals is that they are in Portuguese (or in code) so that no body will really know what I am trying to do.  I look at those goals everyday to try and become a better person.  Those goals that I have set have a date of when I want to accomplish them by, how I am going to accomplish them, and how the Man upstairs needs to help me out to so that I can become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a month you can all question if I completed them or not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-5625846768601996109?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/5625846768601996109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=5625846768601996109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/5625846768601996109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/5625846768601996109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2007/09/metas.html' title='METAS'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Ru3im8NIHzI/AAAAAAAAABY/I1pK2B3vD2c/s72-c/000_0037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-474961800093699693.post-594233414295812834</id><published>2007-09-13T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T19:06:08.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Runr-8NIHwI/AAAAAAAAABA/f_KhgtQIMl8/s1600-h/119_119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Runr-8NIHwI/AAAAAAAAABA/f_KhgtQIMl8/s200/119_119.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109874718774140674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Runr-8NIHxI/AAAAAAAAABI/YlxvXmKCWWM/s1600-h/105_105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Runr-8NIHxI/AAAAAAAAABI/YlxvXmKCWWM/s200/105_105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109874718774140690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had to start a new blog Sammy's blog was erased, so with my amazing english skills I'm sure I'll be able to come up with just about the same story that he posted.  Being out of school for just a short amount of time I expirienced a tons of "firsts" in my life.  My first degree, first big purchase, and first job along with first business trip.  A lot of times I like to look back on my life and see my other big "first"... like this beautiful picture of my first book I ever read or my first time I lost a tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsts can be scary for anyone, but that is why I choose the theme of my blog.  Thanks to Marshal Mathers we can take those "first times" and act as though we will never be able to do it again, so you sieze the moment and never let it slip away because sometimes you'll only get one chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to "firsts" -- even though they might be hard you never know what can come out of it.  Just be yourself, jump in, don't look back and think:  HEY WORLD HERE COMES LIZ (but don't say Liz)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/474961800093699693-594233414295812834?l=lizdeeber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/feeds/594233414295812834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=474961800093699693&amp;postID=594233414295812834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/594233414295812834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/474961800093699693/posts/default/594233414295812834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizdeeber.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-very-first.html' title='My very first...'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10582454500102655050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_D6cQtMmBrC8/Runr-8NIHwI/AAAAAAAAABA/f_KhgtQIMl8/s72-c/119_119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
