<?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-3785426115193795334</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:39:01.522-08:00</updated><category term='ninjas'/><category term='singing'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='end of school'/><category term='good days'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='tornadoes'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='buster'/><category term='giving'/><category term='no school'/><category term='fasting'/><category term='school'/><category term='ping-pong'/><category term='packing'/><category term='volleyball'/><category term='warmth'/><category term='alyssa'/><category term='San Diego'/><category term='coldness'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='tests'/><category term='bad days'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='cereal'/><category term='turtles'/><category term='snow'/><category term='choir'/><category term='receiving'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>My Life.</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a continuing story of my life.  Welcome to it. (:</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-5541519304141984682</id><published>2012-01-07T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:27:55.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not really sure about this whole High School thing... I miss being young and having times like these. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uZioI4b88vM/Twkaqp7wbxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4puzVsIUDO0/s1600/sarah%2527s%2Bcollege%2Bgraduation%253B%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uZioI4b88vM/Twkaqp7wbxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4puzVsIUDO0/s320/sarah%2527s%2Bcollege%2Bgraduation%253B%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695112523900022546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or doing random things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JAS3Dw_-RgA/Twka-eYzHQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PJzs_OW_MLo/s1600/my%2Bgirrrl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JAS3Dw_-RgA/Twka-eYzHQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PJzs_OW_MLo/s320/my%2Bgirrrl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695112864397991170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-5541519304141984682?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/5541519304141984682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-really-sure-about-this-whole-high.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/5541519304141984682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/5541519304141984682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-really-sure-about-this-whole-high.html' title=''/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uZioI4b88vM/Twkaqp7wbxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4puzVsIUDO0/s72-c/sarah%2527s%2Bcollege%2Bgraduation%253B%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-1621276988339544607</id><published>2011-12-31T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:08:05.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Well everyone, happy new year!  I hope you all rang in the new year with your loved ones.  It seems the world is pressing for all to have a resolution so I came up with one.  It is simply to exercise.  Yes, exercise.  Staying fit has become very important to me recently and I would love to keep it going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a blessed new year! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-1621276988339544607?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/1621276988339544607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1621276988339544607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1621276988339544607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-4431065974739536310</id><published>2011-10-29T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T18:15:06.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm Now Semi-Afraid Of</title><content type='html'>After my experience last night, I dislike these following objects:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Chainsaws&lt;br /&gt;2.  Clowns&lt;br /&gt;3.  Coffins&lt;br /&gt;4.  Spiders&lt;br /&gt;5.  Tight spaces&lt;br /&gt;6.  Clowns&lt;br /&gt;7.  People With White Masks&lt;br /&gt;8.  Halloween&lt;br /&gt;9.  Strobe Lights&lt;br /&gt;10. Forests&lt;br /&gt;11. Clowns&lt;br /&gt;12. The Dark&lt;br /&gt;13. People With Green Face Paint&lt;br /&gt;14. People Who Don't Know What A Person's "Bubble" Is&lt;br /&gt;15. Clowns With Chainsaws&lt;br /&gt;16. Mazes&lt;br /&gt;17. Turning Dark Corners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually my night wasn't that bad.  But clowns really are scary.  Alyssa and I had lots of fun with her brother, aunt, and uncle! I'm just never going back there again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-4431065974739536310?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4431065974739536310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-im-now-semi-afraid-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/4431065974739536310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/4431065974739536310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-im-now-semi-afraid-of.html' title='Things I&apos;m Now Semi-Afraid Of'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-6362013311982312752</id><published>2011-10-27T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T18:09:23.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow (:</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the day that everything will happen.  Well, not everything.  Just a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the privalige of going to the Haunted Castle and Black Forest with my best friend, Alyssa Garver.  We're 95% sure that we will either die or pee our pants.  Probably pee.  Oh well! Afterwards, we are going to a party at our friend's house.  It will be a greaaaaat night. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-6362013311982312752?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/6362013311982312752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/10/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6362013311982312752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6362013311982312752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/10/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow (:'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-1427933694833700734</id><published>2011-08-28T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:22:57.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just started school.  Well, I started a week and a half ago.  And it feels longer than that.  So essentially, I've been in school awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball season is going well considering we're 2 and 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-1427933694833700734?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/1427933694833700734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-started-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1427933694833700734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1427933694833700734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-started-school.html' title=''/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-1550218273261598446</id><published>2011-07-27T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:58:43.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grampie</title><content type='html'>Strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way to explain him.  He was strong.  Head strong. Mentally strong.  Emotionally strong.  Strong til the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back, I wish I had gotten the chance to be with him more.  I think, "Why didn't I go with Dad?" or "Why didn't I ask to make a special weekend trip?" My problem was that I was too absorbed in the now.  Myself, my friends, my weekends.  I feel absolutly terrible that I didn't give up one Friday-Saturday combo to go see the man who saw the good in me even when I failed to see it in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never forgot about my grades or my sports.  Grampie knew that I loved both and that nothing could stop me from achieving the best I could achieve.  That's why it's hard for me to go to volleyball tryouts next week.  Dad reminded me that Grampie would say, "Go do what you love."  He knows/knew how much I loved things like sports.  He saw my love for much and would not let me miss them if the world was on fire and dinosaurs were eating everyone.  He'd want me in the gym or on the field.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In it is my greatest of regrets that I end this post saying: I miss and love you so much, Grampie.  So much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-1550218273261598446?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/1550218273261598446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/07/grampie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1550218273261598446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1550218273261598446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/07/grampie.html' title='Grampie'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-7942635378368128032</id><published>2011-07-22T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:58:59.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home again. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just feel the enthusiasm I have put forth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-7942635378368128032?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/7942635378368128032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7942635378368128032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7942635378368128032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/07/home-again.html' title=''/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-1861900177210602858</id><published>2011-07-02T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T06:48:55.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warmth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Diego'/><title type='text'>Packing!</title><content type='html'>It's officially 3 days until we leave for the fabulous San Diego, California.  Today, I'm actually skipping a party to pack.  You see that, Sarah?! You, Adam, and Micah are very special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It better be warm out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-1861900177210602858?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/1861900177210602858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/07/packing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1861900177210602858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1861900177210602858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/07/packing.html' title='Packing!'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-1890241347494088522</id><published>2011-06-10T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T13:59:04.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end of school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Goodbye, Junior High.</title><content type='html'>Today was my official last day of junior high.  I am a freshman.  The saddest part is, our school will no longer look the same.  They are putting up a couple walls and probably building on a little to make room for the 4-6 graders.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Junior High.  Hello High school. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-1890241347494088522?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/1890241347494088522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/06/goodbye-junior-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1890241347494088522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1890241347494088522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/06/goodbye-junior-high.html' title='Goodbye, Junior High.'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-3547330226660981007</id><published>2011-05-28T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:23:07.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fasting'/><title type='text'>30 Hour Famine</title><content type='html'>I just got home from doing a 30 hour famine at my friend's church.  30 hours you say? Ahh, yes.  It actually wasn't that hard though.  We drank powerade and water the whole time and tried not to think of the deliciousness that awaited us at 6.  It was worth doing and i hope to do it again sometime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-3547330226660981007?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/3547330226660981007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-hour-famine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3547330226660981007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3547330226660981007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/05/30-hour-famine.html' title='30 Hour Famine'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-5551476214222640673</id><published>2011-05-08T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:19:05.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day!  Love you Mom &amp;Sarah (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-5551476214222640673?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/5551476214222640673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day-love-you-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/5551476214222640673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/5551476214222640673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day-love-you-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-631094001441104278</id><published>2011-04-26T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:36:23.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tests'/><title type='text'>Today was Quite Intrigueing.</title><content type='html'>Haha.  Just kidding.  I had to take half of the state test today, missed first and second period, and have many of my friends fighting with each other.  And to top it off, I learned something complicated in math today.  *sigh* School.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-631094001441104278?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/631094001441104278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-was-quite-intrigueing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/631094001441104278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/631094001441104278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-was-quite-intrigueing.html' title='Today was Quite Intrigueing.'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-1080400421833587203</id><published>2011-04-18T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T14:12:42.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ping-pong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we start our ping-pong tournament in gym &amp;&amp;Caitlin and I are looking forward to getting out in the first round and watching everyone else play.  We're terrible at ping-pong... (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-1080400421833587203?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/1080400421833587203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/04/tomorrow-we-start-our-ping-pong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1080400421833587203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1080400421833587203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/04/tomorrow-we-start-our-ping-pong.html' title=''/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-134712699740200110</id><published>2011-03-25T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T10:21:45.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick today.  It feels like someone stuffed a hamster up my nose.  I keep thinking about California and how I can't wait to be there.  Seems so far away before I'll be on that plane.  Hoping Sunday comes faster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-134712699740200110?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/134712699740200110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-sick-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/134712699740200110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/134712699740200110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-sick-today.html' title=''/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-7311526454535623316</id><published>2011-03-05T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:49:50.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninjas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alyssa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coldness'/><title type='text'>Cats, Ninjas, and Coldness</title><content type='html'>Our wonderful fort! (our being alyssa and i)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTMGsydEDns/TXLkLd6wL4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/dDSluoX4JKo/s1600/SDC10053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTMGsydEDns/TXLkLd6wL4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/dDSluoX4JKo/s320/SDC10053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580773773926215554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSTERR (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mP-s5m27Wac/TXLklshlo2I/AAAAAAAAADA/nZ-L8y5rpaw/s1600/SDC10054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mP-s5m27Wac/TXLklshlo2I/AAAAAAAAADA/nZ-L8y5rpaw/s320/SDC10054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580774224523797346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our fort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQqLqKml3WE/TXLlggEiTnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sN7TJHKgYuI/s1600/SDC10064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQqLqKml3WE/TXLlggEiTnI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sN7TJHKgYuI/s320/SDC10064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580775234793000562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just jumpin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86j4uDptwSo/TXLl7LsNeRI/AAAAAAAAADY/hrNRKT6ZVsM/s1600/SDC10072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86j4uDptwSo/TXLl7LsNeRI/AAAAAAAAADY/hrNRKT6ZVsM/s320/SDC10072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580775693178730770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5ftzIxssKU/TXLmY5BJwQI/AAAAAAAAADg/lWqxp3J2-vI/s1600/SDC10079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n5ftzIxssKU/TXLmY5BJwQI/AAAAAAAAADg/lWqxp3J2-vI/s320/SDC10079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580776203562369282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CUhAy8vvAN0/TXLm4cvEM2I/AAAAAAAAADo/ooODVN9fRic/s1600/SDC10084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CUhAy8vvAN0/TXLm4cvEM2I/AAAAAAAAADo/ooODVN9fRic/s320/SDC10084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580776745726128994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINJAS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IjfkmyZ6hJI/TXLnYpzTKHI/AAAAAAAAADw/YItO2-etx2o/s1600/SDC10107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IjfkmyZ6hJI/TXLnYpzTKHI/AAAAAAAAADw/YItO2-etx2o/s320/SDC10107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580777298989361266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that last picture, yes we do have prewrap around our heads and zebra duct tape under our eyes.  But we looked awesome at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. It was freezing outside!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-7311526454535623316?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/7311526454535623316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/03/cats-ninjas-and-coldness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7311526454535623316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7311526454535623316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/03/cats-ninjas-and-coldness.html' title='Cats, Ninjas, and Coldness'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GTMGsydEDns/TXLkLd6wL4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/dDSluoX4JKo/s72-c/SDC10053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-2858875927951735700</id><published>2011-02-24T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T14:01:50.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me:  Hey, it says something on the toothbrush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa:  Yea, it says "The Mobile Dentist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh.  I don't go to the mobile dentist.  I go to the stationary dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Both teenage girls burst out in a series of laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an entertaining mornin' (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-2858875927951735700?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/2858875927951735700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-hey-it-says-something-on-toothbrush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/2858875927951735700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/2858875927951735700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-hey-it-says-something-on-toothbrush.html' title=''/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-3627003717260293566</id><published>2011-02-16T13:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:43:09.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><title type='text'>He Lives In You....</title><content type='html'>Very excited for my choir concert tonight!!! We're singing a song called He Lives In You. It's from the Lion King on Broadway and we get to use lights and fog! (: And we have some choreography that luckily we know. Wish me luckk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-3627003717260293566?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/3627003717260293566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/02/he-lives-in-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3627003717260293566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3627003717260293566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/02/he-lives-in-you.html' title='He Lives In You....'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-8080901049519720304</id><published>2011-02-02T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:53:55.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Snow Days(:</title><content type='html'>I've been off school for 2 days now.  We had a blizzard which is kinda a good reason not to go to school.  But now I am waiting for a friend to come over and she shall be here shortly.  Hopefully.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-8080901049519720304?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/8080901049519720304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8080901049519720304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8080901049519720304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days(:'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-4659838789010354864</id><published>2011-01-17T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T06:44:45.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Day</title><content type='html'>Hopefully going on a mall scavenger hunt with Liz today. Campus Life is hosting it! Updates on my day to come (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-4659838789010354864?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4659838789010354864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/4659838789010354864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/4659838789010354864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-day.html' title='Random Day'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-7924747934283884300</id><published>2011-01-01T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:46:47.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eveee!!! (:</title><content type='html'>This year we didn't have a party. But we did have my best friend and our youth pastor and his wife over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz was over at my house and as Lane and Jennifer pulled into our driveway, we decided to be ninja. If only you understood the fact that we aren't ninja at all. We ran down the hallway into the spare room but sadly had to come out of hiding because dad was downstairs and the door is upstairs. Lane saw Liz do her ninja roll. That didn't work out so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer, Liz, and I all played truth or dare with Liz's iPod. (She has pretty cool apps.) I had to wear a cape made out of a blanket. They also had my pillow pet the entire time! Unfair. Jennifer's feet got cold so she went out to their car to get her fuzzy socks. Liz and were "ninja" down to the spare bedroom where Liz tripped over the crib and said "Man down!!!!" I was standing on the small bed where even though it wasn't very dark, Liz couldn't find me but I could see her just fine. As I was getting down off the bed, I fell over a bucket by the bed and proceeded to fall. That's when Liz and I cracked up laughing and couldn't stop. Jennifer found us :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went downstairs to play air hockey against Lane. He's good. He makes Liz and I laugh so hard that we (literally) almost pee our pants. That is also how Lane found out that when Liz laughs hard enough she snorts and kicks her legs making it look like she's riding a bike....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Dance is one of the best games ever to play!!!! It's amazing! Lane isn't very good. He was making Liz and laugh... again. It's too hard to explain how he dances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the ball dropped. And it was officially 2011 (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-7924747934283884300?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/7924747934283884300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eveee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7924747934283884300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7924747934283884300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eveee.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eveee!!! (:'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-7553453460256724705</id><published>2010-12-15T14:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T15:13:05.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='receiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS!!!!!!! :D</title><content type='html'>So as you can probably tell, I am SUPER happy about Christmas this year! I really don't know why. I just am. Mom told me that I'm getting fewer presents this year because the things on my list are a little on the expensive side, but I'm completely okay with that. I'd rather get some things on my list than get a bunch of stuff that wasn't. I know that sounds greedy but I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this year as early presents from friends/church members are: A blanket(Lizabeth Renee:P), earrings/necklace (Emily), another sock monkey (Emily's mom and dad), and a scarf/gloves (Paul and Gale). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far present that I've gotten for others are: A blanket (Emily), another blanket (Victoria), I'm helping Alyssa pay for getting our nails done if we go, and Caitlin, Alyssa, and I are getting friendship necklaces if we go to the mall and I'm paying for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for Christmas movies I have watched Elf 3 times and Christmas Vacation once. Ah, Christmas movies:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTAAA!!!!!!! OH MY GOSH! Santa?! Here?! I know him! hahahah:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-7553453460256724705?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/7553453460256724705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7553453460256724705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7553453460256724705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-d.html' title='CHRISTMAS!!!!!!! :D'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-8064532774370693239</id><published>2010-12-02T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T13:57:22.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good days'/><title type='text'>Bestest Day Ever!</title><content type='html'>I had a hilarious day!:) Between before school, science, and social studies it was an all-around good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-8064532774370693239?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/8064532774370693239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/12/bestest-day-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8064532774370693239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8064532774370693239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/12/bestest-day-ever.html' title='Bestest Day Ever!'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-4372350749568454345</id><published>2010-11-22T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:14:29.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad days'/><title type='text'>Bad Days...</title><content type='html'>are the worst. I wish they didn't exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-4372350749568454345?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4372350749568454345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/11/bad-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/4372350749568454345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/4372350749568454345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/11/bad-days.html' title='Bad Days...'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-3545471013080304933</id><published>2010-10-27T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:22:52.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tornadoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Tornadoes Are Scary.</title><content type='html'>I don't care who you are, tornadoes are scary! And I was SO scared on Tuesday at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a bunch of massive storms in our area so right after lunch, our guidance counselor dismissed us to the hallways. Not class. The hallways. Alyssa and I were terrified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first they just had us sit with our backs against the walls which is when Liz, Caitlin, Alyssa, and I started praying that our school and everyone in it would be safe. Then, the teachers made us sit facing the wall. We never had to officially get in tornado position but if the storms had gotten any closer, we probably would have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about 5 tornado touchdowns reported. In our area, it was mainly wind and rotation in the clouds but nothing too serious. But the wind was actually strong enough that it knocked about 4 or 5 train cars over. I saw it. Scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that God kept our school and everyone in it safe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I never have to go through it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-3545471013080304933?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/3545471013080304933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/10/tornadoes-are-scary.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3545471013080304933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3545471013080304933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/10/tornadoes-are-scary.html' title='Tornadoes Are Scary.'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-3141583567143603002</id><published>2010-10-02T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T13:51:06.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volleyball'/><title type='text'>Tourney!:)*</title><content type='html'>I just got back from an all day volleyball tournament a little while ago. And for only winning one game this season, we got 3rd place overall! Ahhhhhh soooo happyyyy!!!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-3141583567143603002?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/3141583567143603002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/10/tourney.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3141583567143603002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3141583567143603002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/10/tourney.html' title='Tourney!:)*'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-2453294210171260321</id><published>2010-09-22T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:37:26.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volleyball'/><title type='text'>Un-Needed Pressure</title><content type='html'>Today before my volleyball game, the varsity coach came over and started chatting with me. We were mainly talking about volleyball (obviously) and it went a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Kylie: "So are you still passing?" (as in being back row)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yea."&lt;br /&gt;Coach Kylie: "You should really play club this year."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't know if I can."&lt;br /&gt;Coach Kylie: "Why not?!" &lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't know. But I can try to convince my parents to let me play."&lt;br /&gt;Coach Kylie: "Yea you really should. How old are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm 13."&lt;br /&gt;Coach Kylie: "When will you be 14?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "In February."&lt;br /&gt;Coach Kylie: "Okay so you'd be on the 14 year old team. Alright. Well I want you to &lt;br /&gt;              play club so I can start seeing how you play on the court."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okay I'll do my best!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. It's amazing that the VARSITY coach wants to start looking at me as a player, even though he scouts JV and Varsity, it's still an amazing honor. But Mom and Dad have told me many times that they're not sure that I'll be able to because sometimes they have Sunday games and church is a priority. I just need to figure out what I can and can't do and what I am capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-2453294210171260321?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/2453294210171260321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/09/un-needed-pressure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/2453294210171260321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/2453294210171260321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/09/un-needed-pressure.html' title='Un-Needed Pressure'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-8729506586684699303</id><published>2010-08-12T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T07:15:58.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Right now there is exactly a week until school starts. I don't want to go back. I like life at my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the upside I have all my classes with Alyssa. I only have 3 with Kaylee. 2 with Caitlin. But none with Liz. This should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-8729506586684699303?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/8729506586684699303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/08/school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8729506586684699303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8729506586684699303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-435432577682021705</id><published>2010-08-05T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:21:50.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cereal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does Cinnamon never win in the race to the cereal bowl? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such Important Questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-435432577682021705?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/435432577682021705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-does-cinnamon-never-win-in-race-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/435432577682021705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/435432577682021705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-does-cinnamon-never-win-in-race-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-1210228494580530477</id><published>2010-07-18T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:10:00.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>We were just there and had an amazing time! Steph (Jon's girlfriend) came with us which made it even more fun! To put vacation in a nutshell, people got along and had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my cousin, Nicole, for the first time ever. It's official. She's my favorite cousin. We are so much alike yet so different and both have certain issues when it comes to driving a gator....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph got along with the whole family which we are so glad!! If you haven't met our family, then it's a little interesting to meet them. Especially if you meet our Uncle Denny. Denny also helped come up with our "Camp Rules" which i will tell you the first 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never listen to Uncle Denny.&lt;br /&gt;2. What is said at camp, stays at camp.&lt;br /&gt;3. What is said on the boat, stays on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;4. No whining.&lt;br /&gt;5. No ER trips whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;The rules go on to about 30. If any questions, refer back to rule number 1. If in violation of any of the rules, you will get thrown into the lake from over the fence and will go down the hill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-1210228494580530477?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/1210228494580530477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1210228494580530477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1210228494580530477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-4261314613607972714</id><published>2010-07-05T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:28:28.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turtles'/><title type='text'>The Turtle</title><content type='html'>I was at Liz's house today and we went outside. She started driving me around out back on the grass when we saw... the turtle. It was a blackish colored, wrinkly, old snapping turtle. She told me to go get Jared which is her sister's boyfriend who was asleep. It was my turn to watch the turtle while she went and woke Jared up. He came out, looked at the turtle, and got a shovel. And yes, he used it to kill the turtle. It kept turning itself back over so Jared tried chopping its head off while it was on his stomach. The turtle even tried to bite the shovel a couple times... Eventually Jared flipped the turtle on its back and stabbed it! And hit it. And flipped it over. In the end, the turtle died and Jared killed a turtle for the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-4261314613607972714?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4261314613607972714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/07/turtle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/4261314613607972714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/4261314613607972714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/07/turtle.html' title='The Turtle'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-8060132092586956338</id><published>2010-07-03T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:29:51.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The 4th of July! :)</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the 4th of July! But, I'm not going to be spending it at home. Actually, I'll be at my friend, Liz's, house with over 60 people. And I'm not all that excited because I bearly know her intermediate family and won't know anyone else. The good news is that there will be this one girl who doesn't know anyone else either, so hopefully, I'll get along with her. I will also be spending the night at Liz's house after the party and maybe going to a movie the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking soda, watching movies, and sleeping in a pull barn, HERE I COME!!!!!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-8060132092586956338?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/8060132092586956338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8060132092586956338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8060132092586956338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july.html' title='The 4th of July! :)'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-2485163115902169443</id><published>2010-06-20T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:05:31.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched &lt;em&gt;Napolean Dynamite&lt;/em&gt; this afternoon and it was hilarious! There were certain parts, though, that made me feel bad for Napolean. His uncle was really mean to him, his grandma didn't seem to care about him, and his brother Kip was a brother. Despite all that, I found it really funny how he called everybody a "freakin' idiot." No matter what happened that name never seemed to fail. His outfits were very creative... I was so happy though when the girl who "left her crap on his front porch" became his friend and eventually they sortof figured out that they liked each other(: I just love happy endings. And when LaFawnduh turned out to be Kip's soul mate, that just made me laugh!! Haha I just love this movie(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote For Pedro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-2485163115902169443?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/2485163115902169443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-watched-napolean-dynamite-this.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/2485163115902169443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/2485163115902169443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-watched-napolean-dynamite-this.html' title=''/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-7294109235060386503</id><published>2010-06-12T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T15:23:25.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So There Was This Old Guy....</title><content type='html'>Our youth group had a car wash today at Kroger's. Liz, Emily, Lane, and I were standing by a stop sign holding a sign and we saw this old guy. We started talking to him. He started talking about how all kids are welcome in youth group even the 9-year-olds. We knew he meant me so I said, "I'm not 9."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Oh, sorry. I mean 8-year-olds."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not 8 either. I'm 13..."&lt;br /&gt;"No you're not!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I am."&lt;br /&gt;"They say that kids who lie go to bad places..."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not lying! I really am 13!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well try to keep your youth. I'm almost seventy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry dude, but you didn't exactly look much younger than that. I wasn't a huge fan of him because he said I was 9! Gosh, why do I have to be so short?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-7294109235060386503?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/7294109235060386503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-there-was-this-old-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7294109235060386503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7294109235060386503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-there-was-this-old-guy.html' title='So There Was This Old Guy....'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-3680082330278149005</id><published>2010-05-30T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:40:41.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>85 Degrees and Sunny</title><content type='html'>Finally for once in my lifetime, it is hot in Indiana. YAY! Sometimes. I had 4 softball games this week and I always wear a tanktop under my uniform. The tanktop was WET, not damp, WET, by the end of every game. Eww. I don't mind if I sweat but that is crazy! On Friday, though, I didn't have a game and I got to go swimming :) Our pool isn't up yet but I went swimming in Liz's amazing pond! The bad news is that I got sunburned on my legs, chest, arms, stomach, and my face. The good news is that it doesn't hurt. But I didn't help it any by going to Victoria's softball game today and sitting in the sun for at least an hour.... oh well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have school tomorrow but I have it the rest of the week. And the next Monday. If I was still at the elementary school, I would probably be watching movies on Friday and Monday. Thursday if we were lucky. But now I'm at the big kid school where we have finals on Friday and Monday. Goody. I have 3 finals on Friday and 2 on Monday. They make them those days so that we can't skip school on Monday. I wasn't planning on it but still. Ugh, I just want school to be over!!!! But until then, I'm going to enjoy my day off tomorrow and enjoy the sun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-3680082330278149005?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/3680082330278149005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/05/85.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3680082330278149005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3680082330278149005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/05/85.html' title='85 Degrees and Sunny'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-4430414947244619097</id><published>2010-05-20T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:07:09.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CEDAR POINT!</title><content type='html'>I went to Cedar Point yesterday as a school field trip. It was the BEST one ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ride was the Iron Dragon which I was forced to go on by my best friend, Alyssa. But I loved it! I seriously rode it 12 times. Seriously. 12. I rode it with Alyssa at least 10 of those times. I rode with Caitlin once and maybe Liz once. I can't remember... But never ride in the very back. Not a good experience. Dylan and Chris rode in front of Alyssa and I in the back car. Alyssa and I screamed a lot and very loudly. Yet now I want to ride in the very front...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also rode the Wildcat with Liz, Jessica, Alyssa, and Dylan. That ride may be a small one, but I screamed really loud on it. The first "drop" isn't really a drop. It's just a hill but I started to scream so it pretty much went like this: "AHHH! Oh..." The lady working it was very annoying, too. She named the cars. And acted like we were 3. I have pretty much mastered what she says: "Caution, Hard sudden stop. Caution, Hard sudden stop. Please keep your body parts to yourself while riding this ride. You're car's name is Rhonda today! You will be moving in 3, 2, 1. Bye Bye!" She said that with a really perky voice though. I don't always enjoy perky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GEMINI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is the best ride in the world! I got Liz to ride with me the first time I went on it :) We were on our way up the hill and we could'nt help but to look down. Bad idea. I started freaking out and we hadn't even done anything yet! So, as we went down the first drop, I hung on. Tight. One of my hands was on my belt thing and the other on Liz's arm. One of her hands was hanging on to my pants... That's how scared we were. But we loved it! I went on it later with Kaylee too :) Liz sat with Taylor in the car behind us because kids who had been making fun of us when we would say "Clear!" spit on the seat because they got scared. Wow. Becky sat in front of us so we were ready to go. I even put my hands up without Kaylee having to make me!!!!!!! I was so excited! I hit my ribs with the bar/belt thing though. I didn't realize it until today when I was sweating so bad because my ribs and back hurt. I don't care though. I'm going on the Gemini again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went on the Magnum with Kaylee's dad. Kaylee went with Becky in front of us and on the hills had her hand behind her screaming "I LOVE YOU BEKAH!!" I would've grabbed her hand, but I was afraid I would fall out. I also would've returned the "I love you" but I was screaming too much to say anything. I went with Kaylee's dad because if you haven't been a rollercoaster like that, he puts his arm in front of you so you don't feel like you'll fly out. That was a freaky ride... That I am going on again as well. I would've gone on the Milleneum Force but we didn't have time :( Guess what I'm going on next time?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am going to Cedar Point again because our Youth Group is going this summer!!!! :) I'm going to get so many people to ride big rides with me! Mua-ha-ha-ha... :) Overall though, I love Cedar Point &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-4430414947244619097?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4430414947244619097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/05/cedar-point.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/4430414947244619097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/4430414947244619097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/05/cedar-point.html' title='CEDAR POINT!'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-9109514787957397093</id><published>2010-05-14T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:30:40.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Busiest Day Yet</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow is softball pictures. And a game. And my friend's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am- Wake up and probably feed Bubby&lt;br /&gt;8:??am- Water my new spider plant (Thank you, Jon!)&lt;br /&gt;9:30am- Go to softball pictures&lt;br /&gt;9:50am- Get them taken&lt;br /&gt;10:30am- I guess going to Walmart with mom......&lt;br /&gt;1pm- Be back at the diamond in time to play my game :)&lt;br /&gt;3pm- Walk off the diamond hopefully with a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;3:15ish pm- Be home taking a shower because I guarantee that I will stink of sweat&lt;br /&gt;4:30pm- Be at my friend, Cheyenne's, house with her and Izzy&lt;br /&gt;5pm- Waiting for our other friends to come&lt;br /&gt;5-11pm- Doing whatever we decide :)&lt;br /&gt;11pm- Get picked up at Chey's house&lt;br /&gt;11:30pm- Be in bed and probably asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my plans for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-9109514787957397093?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/9109514787957397093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-busiest-day-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/9109514787957397093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/9109514787957397093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-busiest-day-yet.html' title='My Busiest Day Yet'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-4850115031635317608</id><published>2010-04-25T16:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:30:20.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Adventures in Babysitting</title><content type='html'>YAY! Finally on Saturday I got to babysit.... for real. I got to go to Dan and Jamie's house to babysit their daughter, Taylor, for 3 hours! She is 3 years old (4 next month) and is the cutest, sweetest little thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mostly played with her toys and watched TV. We rescued dogs from behind her dollhouse and played with her ponies. The shows we watched were "Max &amp;amp; Ruby," "Peppa Pig" (not a very fun show), and "The Wonderpets." I love the last show! Lenny, Tuck, and Ming Ming too. We're wonderpets and we'll help you! Tee-hee-hee......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the BIGGEST issue about babysitting was having to watch their dog. Bella. A pug. Cute, but very nerve-wracking. She had to be let out every hour or else she would go in the house. Right before Dan left she did go in the house. I was very cautious after that and Bella went outside a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news was I got paid. Let's just say I got enough to buy a lot of gum..... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-4850115031635317608?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4850115031635317608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-adventures-in-babysitting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/4850115031635317608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/4850115031635317608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-adventures-in-babysitting.html' title='New Adventures in Babysitting'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-5191750870196565896</id><published>2010-04-19T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:08:07.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~***Softball***~</title><content type='html'>Some say it's just a sport. Others say it's a hobby. But I say, it's a passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people I know can't stand getting "down and dirty." I am sorry if you are one of those people but that bugs me. If you aren't dirty or sweaty, you didn't work hard enough. If you aren't aching the day after your first practice, you didn't work hard enough. If you don't bleed at least once during the season or practice, you didn't work hard enough. I've been taught the "no blood, no foul" rule since I was young (Thanks Dad!), but now, bleeding or bruising is the best thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen (my coach) made me put on a helmet for catching for one of our pitchers today. All I needed was a helmet but I didn't want one. I wanted to take the chance of getting hurt. I even told my coach that getting a broken nose just made for an exciting practice. I didn't exactly get away with that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my first year of softball, I have loved it. It's like a second nature to me. When I pitch I automatically look for the "C" in the ball and grab it without thinking about it. Throwing is almost way too natural for me anymore. Catcher's position is so comfortable to me. While most are complaining that they can't get down that far, I'm down and ready. I know I'm making me sound like an amazing player which I really am not, but I am a hard worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the ballpark. My second home in the summer. The food, the friends, the game. It's too good to be true. They say that Disney World is "the happiest place on Earth" but I think the ballpark is a close second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teamwork is more important than anything in this game. And, like any other game, teamwork requires effort. "There's a moment of orderly silence before a football play begins" (Guess which movie that's from!). There is also a moment of orderly silence before the snap of the pitcher's wrist. I think that time is mainly used for players to get focused and situated. I know I used that time to brace myself for whatever was about to happen next, mainly because I definitely had doubts about my fellow teammates. "Your team is your family" is also a great line in that movie. Nobody likes to admit it, but we all have doubts about our family therefore, we will obviously have doubts about our teammates. I never could guess what was about to happen the next pitch or the next hit. I guess faith is also a big thing in teamwork. Faith is saying you believe in other people or events. I had faith in my pitcher last year. I knew how she felt by her faces, grunt sounds, and even her pitch. And no, teamwork never rests on the pitcher even though she is a major roll in the team. Teamwork rests on each and every one of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I talk about softball almost 24/7. But can you blame me? When you love something and have a passion for it, aren't you going to talk about it constantly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say it's just a sport. Others say it's a hobby. But I say, it's a passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-5191750870196565896?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/5191750870196565896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/04/softball.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/5191750870196565896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/5191750870196565896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/04/softball.html' title='~***Softball***~'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-3698644355072729140</id><published>2010-04-08T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:32:26.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made This Poem Up Myself, Enjoy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pitcher's Mound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls in uniform&lt;br /&gt;Cover the field.&lt;br /&gt;The coach talks to the pitcher&lt;br /&gt;And tells her to yield.&lt;br /&gt;The windup comes.&lt;br /&gt;The batter is ready.&lt;br /&gt;Behind the plate,&lt;br /&gt;The catcher is steady.&lt;br /&gt;Concentration&lt;br /&gt;Fills the air.&lt;br /&gt;A soft, silent wind&lt;br /&gt;Blows the pitcher's hair.&lt;br /&gt;She lets the ball go&lt;br /&gt;Using all her might,&lt;br /&gt;And looming over her&lt;br /&gt;Is the night light.&lt;br /&gt;It happened.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be?&lt;br /&gt;The change-up came,&lt;br /&gt;And the team shouts with glee.&lt;br /&gt;The batter is sad.&lt;br /&gt;As they watch the opposing team get in a line,&lt;br /&gt;The losing coach mutters,&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry Champ. We'll get it next time."&lt;br /&gt;The game of softball&lt;br /&gt;Has its ups-and-downs, but&lt;br /&gt;At the end of every game,  the ball rolls and stops&lt;br /&gt;At the pitcher's mound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-3698644355072729140?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/3698644355072729140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-made-this-poem-up-myself-enjoy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3698644355072729140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3698644355072729140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-made-this-poem-up-myself-enjoy.html' title='I Made This Poem Up Myself, Enjoy!'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-7255525883841752501</id><published>2010-03-30T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:33:22.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break!!*</title><content type='html'>I am so excited because spring break is next week. On Friday, since we don't have school, I might go over to my friend Victoria's house!!!! On Sunday when I was over, we played hide-and-seek right before I left and I was it. I was looking for Victoria and her little sister, Samantha. I found Victoria because I said it would be fun to hide in the dryer and she started cracking up laughing. Then the next round, I hid in the dryer!! It was quite fun. But on Friday, we are going to get everybody in there house to play with all the lights off!!!! SO EXCITING!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime next week I am going to have Alyssa and Caitlin come over and spend the night. Together, we are one big bowl of laffy-taffy!!!!! Have fun Mom and Dad.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week, I am going to be bored unless I work at daycare which is highly probable. I love little kids :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-7255525883841752501?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/7255525883841752501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7255525883841752501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7255525883841752501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break!!*'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-6155865279597299152</id><published>2010-02-25T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:00:33.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WinterJam</title><content type='html'>Ok so this year is the first year that I am able to go to WinterJam. I was so excited....... until I found out that it's on a Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, its been on a Friday but the people coordinating decided that Thursday would be "better." I was going to invite my friend Alyssa and then have her spend the night and we could go to school together. Dad said that I would have to run my plan by Mom which is totally understandable. So I tell her and I get told no. It's a Thursday night and I need my rest for school the next day so I can't even GO to WinterJam. I am disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, there is another christian concert in the end of April that I will most likely go to because that is on a Friday!! Yay but until then, I will have to stick to my iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-6155865279597299152?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/6155865279597299152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/02/winterjam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6155865279597299152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6155865279597299152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/02/winterjam.html' title='WinterJam'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-1231525917128673444</id><published>2010-02-17T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:15:35.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent</title><content type='html'>Well, lent starts today. I couldn't decide what to give up so my friend Lizzy suggested chocolate. At first I disagreed because I thought I didn't eat it very much. Then I looked at my recent food choices and chocolate was a very big one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I gave up soda. I thought that I drank it a lot and really, I did. Now I choose water over soda ANY day. I had one sip of it on Easter and that was it for a while. I believe that I became healthier from not drinking soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Lizzy's suggestion, I had been thinking about pizza. I realized that was not a good choice because being the age I am, pizza is a food group. We have it at least once or twice a week at school if not more. Pizza Hut is also the place we go after church on Sundays a lot. I would not be able to function. I would be giving it up for God though so that should've motivated me. But in reality, I would not have made it until Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-1231525917128673444?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/1231525917128673444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/02/lent.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1231525917128673444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1231525917128673444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/02/lent.html' title='Lent'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-2751686644858830116</id><published>2010-02-10T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T05:14:01.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday!! Yay!! But there is one disappointing thing about my birthday. I don't have school so I don't get to see my friends on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't opened my present yet so I'm not quite sure what it is.... I plan to find out soon though...... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-2751686644858830116?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/2751686644858830116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/2751686644858830116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/2751686644858830116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-9001633100452509962</id><published>2010-02-01T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:42:31.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Edition</title><content type='html'>Well now that Micah James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Burmeister&lt;/span&gt; is an OFFICIAL member of the family, I am very happy!! But everyone else gets awesome names and Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bekah&lt;/span&gt; does not roll with me. I am not exaggerating.... let's review shall we:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Abuelita&lt;/span&gt; (she is not in the mood for grandma...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Papa Dave (nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: Sir Jon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tio&lt;/span&gt;, Mr. Jonathan (dad and I thought about this one for a while. I like the names!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore Micah James &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Burmeister&lt;/span&gt; shall now call me Tia. I like it and it makes me feel awesome. No one is to call me Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bekah&lt;/span&gt; or I will go to my room and cry for 5 hours (OK, there I was exaggerating).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-9001633100452509962?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/9001633100452509962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-edition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/9001633100452509962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/9001633100452509962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-edition.html' title='The New Edition'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-9035554977900222382</id><published>2010-01-27T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:50:21.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Time!!</title><content type='html'>We need prayer once again in this little town of Edgerton. One of my best friend's mom was passing a kidney stone. They did more testing and confirmed it was not a kidney stone and they did bloodwork. They are still not sure what it is and we all hope it is not a type of cancer. She is like a second mom to me (considering the amount of time I spend at her house) and I will cry if it is cancerous. Please, please, please pray for Peggy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-9035554977900222382?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/9035554977900222382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/01/prayer-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/9035554977900222382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/9035554977900222382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/01/prayer-time.html' title='Prayer Time!!'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-8119549351390883248</id><published>2010-01-22T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T05:17:35.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys Of Living In Indiana</title><content type='html'>We got cancelled from school again today. So far we have had two cancellations from school. We technically are only going to make one up because we are going to go to school on President's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is REALLY making me laugh is the fact that we were cancelled before Wayne Trace. As of this time they still weren't cancelled. They usually get cancelled before us because they have more back roads than we do.... yet the district is two minutes away and there can't be much of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory tastes good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-8119549351390883248?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/8119549351390883248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/01/joys-of-living-in-indiana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8119549351390883248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8119549351390883248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/01/joys-of-living-in-indiana.html' title='The Joys Of Living In Indiana'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-1914827210990234840</id><published>2010-01-13T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:49:11.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Micah</title><content type='html'>Dear Micah,&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      I am still waiting for you!! What is up with that?! Please get your little bummy (tee-hee) out here so I can finally, officially say that I am and aunt.&lt;br /&gt;      I can't wait until I get to play baseball, basketball, soccer, and football with you. Too bad you're probably going to take me down because I'm really short and you are going to be tall.&lt;br /&gt;      I wish that I could see you the minute that you're born but considering I live in Indiana, I don't believe that it's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;      You are going to be the cutest nephew I ever have!! I'm going to love you and hug you every minute that I'm with you, so be ready for anything! The point of this whole letter though is to say that I love you lots!! I can't wait to see my little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                               Love, Aunt Bekah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-1914827210990234840?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/1914827210990234840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-micah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1914827210990234840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1914827210990234840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-micah.html' title='Dear Micah'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-9144644641238644985</id><published>2010-01-06T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:23:58.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science...... Who Knew??</title><content type='html'>Who knew science was so important to everyday life? Recently in Mr. Girod's class, we learned about cells, atoms, osmosis, diffusion, facilitated diffusion, equilibrium, endocytosis, and exocytosis. All of these are a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atoms are made of protons, neutrons, and electrons. Atoms make up everything, though. Which brings me to my next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cells are made of atoms. Cells make up people, plants, and many other forms of matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diffusion is when molecules of a certain substance try to spread out in a room or a space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osmosis is the diffusion of water. It makes sure that in water cells there are the same amount of water molecules as in the water. Confusing, I know but it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facilitated diffusion is when the cell membrane has larger holes in it to allow proteins and other helpful substances enter the cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equilibrium is what diffusion and osmosis want to reach. It is when the molecules of a substance have spread equally throughout a space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endocytosis is when good things such as proteins enter the cell. Exocytosis is when things such as waste products leave the cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I learned all of this in science class!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-9144644641238644985?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/9144644641238644985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/01/science-who-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/9144644641238644985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/9144644641238644985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/01/science-who-knew.html' title='Science...... Who Knew??'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-5794093545576668613</id><published>2010-01-01T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:13:42.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Well now that its a new year, I am thinking about many things that will be happening such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;January:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Micah James Burmeister will hopefully be born. Dad's birthday is in January, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Febuary:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I turn 13!! Mom and Dad are so excited.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;March:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sarah has a birthday as she enjoys motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;April:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mom has a birthday and we fly out to see the edition to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;May:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Softball practice starts if I am still playing in Payne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;June:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sarah and Adam rejoice in 2 years together as I am playing softball in the hot sun. I am also let out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;July:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Still playing softball. We will possibly be camping as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;August:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Vacation Bible School is put on again. School starts back up. Goody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Possibly playing volleyball or soccer again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Adam has a birthday. I'm still in some sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: No sports. But Thanksgiving is happening!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: CHRISTMAS!!!!! And New Years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you are probably thinking why I am looking so far ahead and the answer to that is simple. If I know the good stuff that will happen, then the awesome stuff is just icing on the cake. All the bad stuff takes the moisture out of the cake though. I'm just hoping for the best!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-5794093545576668613?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/5794093545576668613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/5794093545576668613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/5794093545576668613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-5513175420611500466</id><published>2009-12-21T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:56:32.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am NOT Doing That Again....</title><content type='html'>Well, I just got home from babysitting for about 30 minutes. Not much of a babysitting job you say, there's a reason for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night at the Etzler's house on Sunday night because we're both out of school. I went to Walmart with them (a nice, not pushy one), we went to lunch but Vickie Etzler needed a babysitter for tonight. Even though I sort-of had plans I cancelled them to babysit for 3-4 hours!! I was so excited. It was my first job away from our house and it was 3-4 hours and I wanted money. Before Doug and Vickie left, Reese said he didn't feel well. Vickie (being the gracious, thoughtful person that she is) put a bucket by Reese and said to call if something happened. Doug thought that she was being paranoid but she saved my life. They weren't gone for 20 minutes and Reese reaches for the bucket. Addie and I were eating so I got up and grabbed the phone. While I was back in the master bedroom calling, Addie was yelling at Reese to "keep the bucket close to him." Vickie was upset because it was her only chance to go shopping with Doug for the kids. I said sorry a few time and she reassured me that it wasn't my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few conversations (all of them involving Reese) making sure that everything was okay including Addie and I. I sent Reese to the bathroom just so 1) I didn't have to be around it and 2) because Vickie said so. As soon as he was let out of the bathroom by me, I gave him another bucket as instructed to do so and he went right back into the bathroom because he didn't feel good again. Even though I didn't do anything I got $5! I told Vickie that I didn't do anything but she gave it to me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic things about this are: Vickie was taking precautionary steps in case he did get sick and Doug was saying she didn't have to and that Reese wouldn't get sick. I've been hoping that my first official job wouldn't involve a sick child. At least now I know what to do. Like I said in the title though.... I am NOT doing that again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-5513175420611500466?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/5513175420611500466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-not-doing-that-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/5513175420611500466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/5513175420611500466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-not-doing-that-again.html' title='I Am NOT Doing That Again....'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-2605961688127309462</id><published>2009-12-19T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T06:37:04.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Official Snow Fall</title><content type='html'>I don't know how much it has snowed but dad had to shovel this morning. It's still snowing and it looks like winter wonderland over here. But I am VERY happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOWBALL FIGHT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-2605961688127309462?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/2605961688127309462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-official-snow-fall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/2605961688127309462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/2605961688127309462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-official-snow-fall.html' title='First Official Snow Fall'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-8783950463544887937</id><published>2009-12-14T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:15:21.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas To All.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the Christmas season. I love watching all of the shows including "Merry Christmas Charlie Brown!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415212922795395730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSDi8mCM_Lc/SyazdlZTCpI/AAAAAAAAABI/6NiQ5cazLMk/s320/Snoopy%27s+Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My other favorite Christmas show is "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415215225465749810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QSDi8mCM_Lc/Sya1jngsQTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GapqjF3QKTg/s320/rudolph-clarice01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the best MOVIE of all is........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELF!!! (sorry I couldn't get a picture for this) But to make up for it here are some of my favorite lines:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I like to whisper, too." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You sit on a throne of lies." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm singing! I'm in a store and I'm singing! I'm in a store and I'm SINGING!!!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey, you're not Santa. (Well of course I am!) Well if you're Santa, then which song did I sing to you last year on your birthday? (Happy Birthday of course!) You smell like beef and cheese. You don't smell like Santa."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am DEFINITELY going to watch this tonight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-8783950463544887937?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/8783950463544887937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8783950463544887937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8783950463544887937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas To All.....'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSDi8mCM_Lc/SyazdlZTCpI/AAAAAAAAABI/6NiQ5cazLMk/s72-c/Snoopy%27s+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-6214693700978840543</id><published>2009-12-11T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:28:29.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blindside</title><content type='html'>If you haven't seen this movie yet, you need too. It's about a boy named Michael Ohre who doesn't have a real family or a place to live. The Tuohy family took him in just for a few nights which turned into weeks, then months, and finally the rest of his life. Michael Ohre went to Ole Miss for college. He played left tackle on their football team and was drafted for the NFL after college. Michael Ohre plays for the Baltimore Ravens and is wonderful at it (i think)! I can't tell you the whole movie so you're just going to have to go see it for yourself!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-6214693700978840543?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/6214693700978840543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/12/blindside.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6214693700978840543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6214693700978840543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/12/blindside.html' title='The Blindside'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-6322807117480496925</id><published>2009-12-01T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:18:54.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talent Show</title><content type='html'>I didn't want to... but I got talked into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're singing. And by we're I mean: Kaylee Moses, Alyssa Garver, Jazmine Williams, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun part is we are singing about brushing our teeth. In health class we had to make songs, poems, or raps about personal hygiene.  Jazmine and Kaylee's group did something on brushing and flossing. Mrs. Morgan, the health teacher, said she would give us extra credit if we did the talent show so now we are preforming in front of LOTS of people about teeth brushing habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is 5 songs in 1 so we change beats sort of often. What I am thankful for is that Jazmine is a loud/great singer so she'll hopefully drown me out! Now I have to talk Mom and Dad into letting me do the show......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-6322807117480496925?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/6322807117480496925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/12/talent-show.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6322807117480496925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6322807117480496925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/12/talent-show.html' title='The Talent Show'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-2475610917213313011</id><published>2009-11-25T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:12:46.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah and Adam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Micah James&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shelter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baron&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Church&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Technology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Bed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not school &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-2475610917213313011?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/2475610917213313011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving-what-i-am-thankful.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/2475610917213313011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/2475610917213313011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving-what-i-am-thankful.html' title=''/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-288894128858283492</id><published>2009-11-20T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T04:18:54.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-288894128858283492?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/288894128858283492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-are-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/288894128858283492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/288894128858283492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/11/they-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-8312089804994807866</id><published>2009-11-14T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:52:46.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Days Until....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sarah and Adam are in Ohdiana: 5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanksgiving: 12 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas Break: 35 days (1 month and 5 days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas: 41 days (1 month and 11 days) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New Year's Day: 48 days (1 month and 18 days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby Bur Due Date: 80 days (2 months and 18 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Birthday (very special by the way, it's the big 13): 88 days (2 months and 26 days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well now you all know how far away these special events are!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-8312089804994807866?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/8312089804994807866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-many-days-until.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8312089804994807866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8312089804994807866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-many-days-until.html' title='How Many Days Until....'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-2606498616355367848</id><published>2009-11-07T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:11:55.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you ever get that feeling after watching a movie or something that you really don't want to do anything? That's the way I feel right now. I don't want to go to bed although I probably will. I also don't want to stay up and be on the computer for a long time. *sigh* I'm so bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-2606498616355367848?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/2606498616355367848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-ever-get-that-feeling-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/2606498616355367848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/2606498616355367848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-ever-get-that-feeling-after.html' title=''/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-6490197165276231941</id><published>2009-11-06T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T06:45:24.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>It is finally Friday which means I don't have school today because of teacher in-service stuff. But it also means that I get to spend the night at my friend Alyssa's for the first time!!! She is so nice and we can laugh all day together. I'm not sure what all we're going to do but it will be fun..... I promise! Wish me luck (just to be sure I do have a fun time)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-6490197165276231941?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/6490197165276231941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6490197165276231941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6490197165276231941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-3514411611973878932</id><published>2009-10-30T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:39:58.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;w&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSDi8mCM_Lc/SuujTfoWEbI/AAAAAAAAABA/GMkug1jxhV4/s1600-h/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398588133637231026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSDi8mCM_Lc/SuujTfoWEbI/AAAAAAAAABA/GMkug1jxhV4/s320/candy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is what EVERY kid dreams about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I still do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-3514411611973878932?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/3514411611973878932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/10/h-p-p-y-h-l-l-o-w-e-e-n-that-is-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3514411611973878932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3514411611973878932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/10/h-p-p-y-h-l-l-o-w-e-e-n-that-is-what.html' title=''/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QSDi8mCM_Lc/SuujTfoWEbI/AAAAAAAAABA/GMkug1jxhV4/s72-c/candy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-7566730655769132959</id><published>2009-10-17T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T06:21:59.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Right now, prayer is needed for one of our friends. Addie Etzler is only 7 or 8 and has the swine flu. Her family is being cautious about it and won't be going to church Sunday. Luckily, no one else was around her when she first had it so it hasn't spread. Like I said though, their family needs prayer. Not just for Addie, but for her brother Reese, and her parents Doug and Vicki. I'm sure she'll be fine but with her being so small and so young, Nobody knows how things will work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-7566730655769132959?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/7566730655769132959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7566730655769132959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7566730655769132959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/10/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-4079997318867313090</id><published>2009-10-11T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:24:27.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSDi8mCM_Lc/StJoGka5XRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ep_hdbxGRPg/s1600-h/osu+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391486165980896530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSDi8mCM_Lc/StJoGka5XRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ep_hdbxGRPg/s320/osu+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSDi8mCM_Lc/StJoGka5XRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ep_hdbxGRPg/s1600-h/osu+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSDi8mCM_Lc/StJoGka5XRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ep_hdbxGRPg/s1600-h/osu+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is who we would like to dominate:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSDi8mCM_Lc/StJojpR_Y-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/h0IBD70QXUo/s1600-h/pu+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391486665501926370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QSDi8mCM_Lc/StJojpR_Y-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/h0IBD70QXUo/s320/pu+logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be good people and root for the only smart choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and I'm not talking about the black and gold colors either)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH-IO! Go Bucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-4079997318867313090?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/4079997318867313090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/4079997318867313090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/4079997318867313090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-17.html' title='October 17'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QSDi8mCM_Lc/StJoGka5XRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Ep_hdbxGRPg/s72-c/osu+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-1737434914109976614</id><published>2009-09-26T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T07:18:51.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;. No I have never, EVER, tee-peed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; house. But I dream of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after homecoming we were going to go to Kaylee's house but we couldn't because her mom didn't want 3 other girls over which would've 4 after we made some calls. Instead, we went to my house. If we were at Kaylee's house, we were going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Elijah's&lt;/span&gt; home because he is always forgetting our names. He lived so close too. But he lives about 25 minutes from our house and mom wouldn't take us down to 37 (the road) to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt;. So we turned to plan B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark. The moon was shining high above the car as we turned down 111 (another road). We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;suspiciously&lt;/span&gt; drove by Doug and Vicky Etzler's house to check for lights. Sadly, almost every light in the house was on. Even worse, Doug was right on the couch. They could've seen everything. Melissa, Maddi's mom, would have let us do it anyway but she knew we'd be seen or heard. I can't keep my mouth shut when my friends and I are doing something sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Doug and Vicky may wake up and be surrounded by toilet paper if dad takes me tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-1737434914109976614?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/1737434914109976614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/09/art-of.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1737434914109976614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1737434914109976614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/09/art-of.html' title='The Art of...'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-3901467540727851523</id><published>2009-09-19T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:18:19.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am now officially a Woodlan Warrior. Everyone who lives in the Woodburn school district dreams of going there during their whole 6th grade year. I know I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Becoming a Warrior is more than going to the high school. It gives you a refreshing new way of looking at things. For instance, I used to think school lunches weren't worth it. I was totally disturbed. Every Tuesday we get Domino's pizza or Arby's sandwiches and this last Warrior day, we got half a grinder from Mancino's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing always gets us ALL going though. It is one of the most important things besides food, water, or prom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Homecoming. It always gives us a change of pace during the week. That sense of pride that we get knowing that our team could eat the other team for dinner. This year, we are going to have a blast! Here is our schedule for what we are wearing next week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bored Day    Wear your favorite sweats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Twin Day     Let's see how many Warriors can dress alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nerd Day   Show just how smart you really are. (I was told by Loren Hahn, a kid who i sit next to, that I could just go as myself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; College Team Day    I'm going in Ohio State apparel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Homecoming Day   Show your school spirit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to the game (hopefully) with my best friends, Kaylee, Allison, and Alyssa. We are going to hairspray our hair blue and white. We will also put face paint on. Go Warriors!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-3901467540727851523?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/3901467540727851523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-now-officially-woodlan-warrior.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3901467540727851523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/3901467540727851523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-now-officially-woodlan-warrior.html' title=''/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-8519346447443673034</id><published>2009-09-11T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:10:44.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball</title><content type='html'>Our 7th grade team is so bad! We played Leo, aka our rivals of all time. We lost really bad that game. Then, last night we played Blackhawk Christian and we did okay. We lost, but we did a little better. I got to serve and I got 2 out of 3 over the net. We need work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told coach that we need for her to be harder on us. So today, coach was definetely hard! And, our manager, filled our water bottle only half way up instead of all the way because we don't always drink all of our water. We asked her to fill them up next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-8519346447443673034?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/8519346447443673034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/09/volleyball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8519346447443673034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/8519346447443673034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/09/volleyball.html' title='Volleyball'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-9056487052639612975</id><published>2009-09-01T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:07:37.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nephew</title><content type='html'>I'm going to have a nephew (who i thought aka knew was going to be a girl). Oh well! I'm still so happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Adam, Congrats!!! I love you both and now there is a new member to love. Micah B. is going to be so lucky to have such great parents. I volunteer to babysit when I'm out there any night you need me to! Love to all of you!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-9056487052639612975?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/9056487052639612975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-nephew.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/9056487052639612975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/9056487052639612975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-nephew.html' title='My Nephew'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-7347001878394303601</id><published>2009-08-28T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:21:28.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Studies</title><content type='html'>Social Studies is my least favorite subject but today, it was the funniest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddi (my best friend), Kaylee (another friend), and Alyssa(same) all sit by me in social studies. The teacher was totally clueless. He was working on his desktop too much to notice anything going on around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had given us an assignment to work on in class and that was it. We "worked" on it until lunch and then ate lunch. Our 3rd period class is split so we get a break in between there. All my friends and I did was work a little bit and then whisper and barely laugh. After lunch it was the same way. So fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-7347001878394303601?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/7347001878394303601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/08/social-studies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7347001878394303601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/7347001878394303601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/08/social-studies.html' title='Social Studies'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-6446969396657077567</id><published>2009-08-23T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:58:53.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volleyball</title><content type='html'>Thursday and Friday were volleyball tryouts. A couple of my friends and I tried out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the team along with one of my friends(her mom is the coach). Our other friend didn't make it and should have. The only reason she didn't was because some of the people are tall and she wasn't. She now has to ride the bus alone at night because we are at school playing volleyball until 5 every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are upsides and there are downsides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-6446969396657077567?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/6446969396657077567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/08/volleyball.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6446969396657077567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6446969396657077567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/08/volleyball.html' title='Volleyball'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-6248087919758030389</id><published>2009-08-20T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:06:23.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fist Day!</title><content type='html'>Today was the most boring day at school. I know that anybody that you talk to say that about everyday but today, seriously was. All we did was go through the rules in every class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite teacher is my ag. teacher. He is hilarious!!! My least favorite are my P.E. and social studies teachers. They are soooo boring. They drone on and on about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had volleyball tryouts today and we find out tomorrow if we made the team. It is actually really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow... we have to do work:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-6248087919758030389?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/6248087919758030389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-fist-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6248087919758030389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6248087919758030389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-fist-day.html' title='My Fist Day!'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-387279413745370367</id><published>2009-08-10T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:40:28.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New School</title><content type='html'>I got my class schedule today. I have Agriculture, English, Social Studies, Lunch, Gym, and Advanced Math (in that order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made my schedule really wierd. First, I'm downstairs, then upstairs, down, down, down, and up. So, at the very end of the day i have to race downstairs to meet the bus or my parents in the car line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news, is that my friend's sister goes there too. She's a tenth grader i think. Her homeroom is right next to our lockers. So, I can just ask her where I'm going. I am soooo excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-387279413745370367?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/387279413745370367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/387279413745370367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/387279413745370367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-new-school.html' title='My New School'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-6906504428104310546</id><published>2009-08-08T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:38:00.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Better Get Better</title><content type='html'>I am so out of it today. It's most likely because I am soooo tired from working at Vacation Bible School. I had to corral 1-3 graders every minute of every hour. How fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a headache, a minor stomach ache, and just feeling plain tired. But, I chilled out and took Tylenol. So, I feel a lot better. In fact I am on my way to go finish or partially finish the book that I have to read for school. It's called "LOCH." It's pretty good up until the point I am at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should totally read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-6906504428104310546?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/6906504428104310546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-better-get-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6906504428104310546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/6906504428104310546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-better-get-better.html' title='I Better Get Better'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3785426115193795334.post-1743375352100887000</id><published>2009-08-07T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:38:25.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Days Fade</title><content type='html'>My days are all fading away. I owe it all to the fact that school starts in just a few days.On August 20th, in fact. And I am not going to just any school. I am going to the Jr/Sr High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not a 9th grader. But Indiana does not have a middle school in our area. How thoughtful of them. So now in my seventh grade year, i have to deal with... bullies, 5 different teachers, constant book reports, 8th graders, and knowing where my classes are. If anyone wants to, they may take my spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a very small chance that my best friends and I will be in the same class. Especially considering that I will be in the advanced math program. More homework. Goody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3785426115193795334-1743375352100887000?l=bekahashley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/feeds/1743375352100887000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-days-fade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1743375352100887000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3785426115193795334/posts/default/1743375352100887000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bekahashley.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-days-fade.html' title='As Days Fade'/><author><name>bekah dignal.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983043954370774908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fusyBDQAt1Y/Twkdl0bIJ8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/iRCgpwiqet8/s220/meee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
