<?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-1584668583543326938</id><updated>2011-08-09T05:39:23.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come, Enter the Foreign</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353867663506392875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SSnzzsZS7fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-PKI_e8tBls/S220/moi+with+curly+hair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584668583543326938.post-6859102046018798150</id><published>2010-11-11T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:48:23.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss the rain, whenever you need me</title><content type='html'>wow, it's been well over a year since i've blogged. life has changed so very much, for better and for worse.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;families broken apart, hearts broken and put back together but leaves a scar, all the more susceptible to heartache later in life. and yet made stronger with that scar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends abandoning friends, other friendships made ever stronger. i have some of the best friends i never dreamed i'd be so blessed to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;solitude has helped me find myself more, find out who i am without others around me to define me. i know now that all i need and all i'll ever need is my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. He's always been there for me, always will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have become closer with different family members since all this chaos started, and definitely become estranged with the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very soon, i will be lucky enough to call one of my best friends 'sister' and whenever i think of this, i have to stop what i'm doing and jump up and down with excitement and joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has blessed me with so very much, and i cannot express in words how excited i am to get to walk and talk with Him after this mortal life ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;praise God!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584668583543326938-6859102046018798150?l=rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/6859102046018798150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584668583543326938&amp;postID=6859102046018798150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/6859102046018798150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/6859102046018798150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/2010/11/kiss-rain-whenever-you-need-me.html' title='kiss the rain, whenever you need me'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353867663506392875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SSnzzsZS7fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-PKI_e8tBls/S220/moi+with+curly+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584668583543326938.post-3150032589276625034</id><published>2009-05-22T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:03:28.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic Tag!</title><content type='html'>I'm finally doing it, but I don't have anyone to tag because they've all done it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;Take a picture of yourself right now.&lt;br /&gt;No primping or preparing.&lt;br /&gt;Just snap a picture.&lt;br /&gt;Load the picture onto your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Tag some people to play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SheBCpge8RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fZbIjWC00yg/s1600-h/IMG_9968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338877765772833042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SheBCpge8RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fZbIjWC00yg/s320/IMG_9968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was waiting for Elizabeth to go swimming with me and my dad's apartment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lydia's birthday is tomorrow!! I'm super excited!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584668583543326938-3150032589276625034?l=rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/3150032589276625034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584668583543326938&amp;postID=3150032589276625034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/3150032589276625034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/3150032589276625034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/2009/05/pic-tag.html' title='Pic Tag!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353867663506392875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SSnzzsZS7fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-PKI_e8tBls/S220/moi+with+curly+hair.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SheBCpge8RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fZbIjWC00yg/s72-c/IMG_9968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584668583543326938.post-8328321296372865765</id><published>2009-04-06T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:53:10.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a really long time since my last blog. Oh well. And my background is kinda fugly, but I was tired of the weird moon thing lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've had the past week off from work, and I have the rest of this week off too. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday, my 19th birthday, I went to Planet Beach with Klarice, and went over to Park Meadows mall by myself to look around. I'm pretty sure they charged me for just looking at that place. EVERYTHING is expensive. This guy wanted me to join T-Mobile too. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went home and watched Chuck . . or something . . then drove Chris up to school and continued to the Horner's chiropractic clinic where I got birthday hugs and an adjustment. Then Jerryberry rode with me back to her house where Mrs. Horner baked me a cake! It was amazingly delicious! We had tacos before (which totally fell apart, it amused me :p ) and played Last Word. I'm not good at it, but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got sung to, and we had chocolate cake with chocolate frosting (YUM!!) while watching The Skeleton Key. It's pretty good, but I'm not sure if I like how it ended. lol Then I opened my present!! (pictures later, if I remember) There was this pink round thing wrapped by a super cute wire-flower! I opened it to see a super cute little purse! And there was more inside!! The fun never ended!! lol k I'm done. Eyeshadow, nailpolish, delicious icebreakers, the best pen EVER!, stickers, and this huge fat lip smackers! lol It's awesome, be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Lyd and Jerry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584668583543326938-8328321296372865765?l=rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/8328321296372865765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584668583543326938&amp;postID=8328321296372865765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/8328321296372865765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/8328321296372865765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-its-been-really-long-time-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353867663506392875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SSnzzsZS7fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-PKI_e8tBls/S220/moi+with+curly+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584668583543326938.post-3845017907429939894</id><published>2009-02-25T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:38:19.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn mishap</title><content type='html'>So this morning was quite entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to work. Sat around for a while. Klarice tossed me a bag of popcorn. So I went to the breakroom, put it in the microwave, and pushed the 'popcorn' button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem was, it was a mini bag of popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting there reading a magazine, waiting for it to beep, not paying attention to the pops to tell when to stop. And then I smelt smoke. Greeeeeeeaaaaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look over and there's smoke coming out of the microwave. So I open it, grab the bag, and run it outside to the dumpster. Well the smoke alarm by the back door decided it was going to try to kill me with embarrassment. It went off and that thing is LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie was in her room sleeping, cause it was slow, so she came out to see what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it took us 15 minutes to figure out how to turn the alarm off. Finally got it off. 2 seconds later we hear the sirens. I turned bright red and said "No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Castle Rock firemen showed up. Klarice went outside to explain what happened. He came in (with his AX) and said "Alright, where's the microwave." So I lead him to the back and he's laughing at me the whole time. If my face didn't give me away, my guilty attitude did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He checks it out, makes sure nothing's on fire, his partner tells us that if there was a fire we aren't supposed to turn off the alarm. DUH. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They help us open all the doors to try to get the smell out. Then they leave, still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I was sooooo embarrassed. But hey! At least we didn't have any clients and I entertained Klarice and Jamie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584668583543326938-3845017907429939894?l=rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/3845017907429939894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584668583543326938&amp;postID=3845017907429939894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/3845017907429939894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/3845017907429939894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/2009/02/popcorn-mishap.html' title='Popcorn mishap'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353867663506392875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SSnzzsZS7fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-PKI_e8tBls/S220/moi+with+curly+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584668583543326938.post-8366642659365846312</id><published>2009-02-25T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:39:20.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't mind if you wait before you tear me apart</title><content type='html'>She smiles and laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretends like everything is still normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her world seems to be crashing down around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts. It's hurting everyone close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't fix it. Doesn't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is no fairy-tale. There is no magic wand to wave and make it all better and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know what's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for crying less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584668583543326938-8366642659365846312?l=rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/8366642659365846312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584668583543326938&amp;postID=8366642659365846312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/8366642659365846312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/8366642659365846312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-smiles-and-laughs.html' title='I don&apos;t mind if you wait before you tear me apart'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353867663506392875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SSnzzsZS7fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-PKI_e8tBls/S220/moi+with+curly+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584668583543326938.post-5738812060154078528</id><published>2009-01-23T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:45:39.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for weekends!!</title><content type='html'>ew. eW. EW! I HATE lotion in my hair, it makes it absolutely gross and looks greasy. BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo I was planning a party for tomorrow and I've been planning it for a little over a week and no one is coming lol. Lydia is though!! She and I are going to party it up by ourselves. Maybe get some lunch and see a movie. And I'm totally giving her a massage tonight, after we soak in the hottub! So that'll be fun. Be jealous, I dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work and I only have 2 clients. I want more but then I don't. Haha mixed feelings. I want my last appointment to be moved up so I can leave earlier but I don't see that happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Time for my first client! Ta ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584668583543326938-5738812060154078528?l=rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/5738812060154078528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584668583543326938&amp;postID=5738812060154078528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/5738812060154078528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/5738812060154078528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-for-weekends.html' title='Yay for weekends!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353867663506392875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SSnzzsZS7fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-PKI_e8tBls/S220/moi+with+curly+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584668583543326938.post-5038596265716180147</id><published>2009-01-06T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T04:25:56.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 5 am. Fell asleep around 7 pm, been sleeping off and on since then. My head feels way too full to be healthy. Walking a short distance leaves me gasping and I have to sit down for a few minutes. No work today, thank goodness.  Possibly not tomorrow either.  Burning up but still have chills. I ache everywhere. Might get an adjustment tomorrow - later today, that is. I'll try to sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584668583543326938-5038596265716180147?l=rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/5038596265716180147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584668583543326938&amp;postID=5038596265716180147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/5038596265716180147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/5038596265716180147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-5-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353867663506392875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SSnzzsZS7fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-PKI_e8tBls/S220/moi+with+curly+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584668583543326938.post-5667192846031269379</id><published>2009-01-02T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:24:47.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone!! I hope this year will be filled with joy and laughter for you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584668583543326938-5667192846031269379?l=rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/5667192846031269379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584668583543326938&amp;postID=5667192846031269379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/5667192846031269379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/5667192846031269379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353867663506392875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SSnzzsZS7fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-PKI_e8tBls/S220/moi+with+curly+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584668583543326938.post-5976718804848007564</id><published>2008-12-10T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:01:42.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy December</title><content type='html'>Only 15 more days until christmas! Wow, this year has flown by. 7 of the 12 months feel like they happened in a matter of weeks. And as I get older and am starting my career (which still hasn't hit me yet, I don't think), time is slipping through my fingers. 7 days are only hours long, weeks are a day long, and months are only like two weeks long. Does anyone else feel the same, or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my 18th year hasn't been so great. I've made a lot of mistakes that I wish I could take back and just keep the knowledge/realization those mistakes have brought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a lot of good and fun things have happened too, and that list is long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I've come to realize is just how much the Lord has blessed me. I have the best friends in the world, ones I couldn't live without, and I love them more than they can know. I love my family, even with all their dysfunctions and the many mistakes they made this year too. I have learned a lot of things from them. I just pray and hope that I won't make those mistakes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my relatives. At christmas, it'll be two whole years since I've seen some of them. I miss my cali friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it might be a bit early, but I've already been making my new years resolution list and let me tell you - there's like 10 things on it. I'll probably post it as it gets closer to New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about 8 weeks that I've been working at Massage Envy, even though it only feels like 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm at work and have a client now, so I might post later or edit this post .. or something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584668583543326938-5976718804848007564?l=rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/5976718804848007564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584668583543326938&amp;postID=5976718804848007564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/5976718804848007564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/5976718804848007564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-december.html' title='Happy December'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353867663506392875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SSnzzsZS7fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-PKI_e8tBls/S220/moi+with+curly+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584668583543326938.post-5123858716862037887</id><published>2008-12-03T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:16:35.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a few more weeks until christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy 24th birthday, big brother!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I'm here at work and there are currently 3 scheduled clients and they're not for a while yet. So I'm bored! I get off at 4, and Elizabeth wants to go to Kohl's later cause they have a big sale. So if I get anything super cute that isn't a christmas gift, I'll take a picture and put it on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A little Christmas survey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Egg &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nog&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hot &lt;/span&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, I'd have to go with hot chocolate. Egg nog I can only take one sip and I'm done with it lol. And I have to space out my hot chocolate fixes or they become gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Does &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; wrap &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;presents&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;sit &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; under &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he just let them sit there, everyone would know what they were getting or what other people would get and that's just not as fun. I wrap my own presents and I must admit - I'm a very bad gift-wrapper. Getting better slowly, but still messly lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Colored &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lights&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both. We have a plastic (eh) tree that comes with white lights and we put colored on it. Our house is in the middle of nowhere, so I don't really see the point in putting lights outside. Or at least a bunch of lights. Maybe one on the tree next to the house or something. I'm not sure where my dad put most of our lights went, there are some outside on the fence, but no one can see those so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; hang &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mistletoe&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope we never have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;put&lt;/span&gt; your &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;decorations&lt;/span&gt; up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends. Over the years it's closer to christmas cause my family isn't into the holiday cheer or something. But this year, we (I) put up the tree two days after thanksgiving and we're slowly decorating the house. Not quite done, we still have a ton of ornaments to put on the tree and more lights to put up inside/outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Favorite &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; memory &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm I kind of don't remember my childhood? haha. But I liked the whole family driving around looking at christmas lights. I remember this one house that was kinda weird, they had the Flinstones and Snoopy and other characters in their yard. Their house was huge, though, I always wanted to go look inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; how &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;decorate&lt;/span&gt; your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lights and tons of old and new ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Snow&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;Love &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dread&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh . . It's fun at first . . but then it gets old lol. I'm not really a fan of driving in it. The dry stuff, sure, but the wet and icy and slushy not so much. I was ready for it when it snowed this year. I just hope it doesn't last as long, I felt like we didn't get spring last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; favorite &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness. I don't think I've gotten a gift that was like "oh my gosh, this is AMAZING!!", but they've all been great. That might change this year, I hear! lol So I'll let you know. I'm super excited for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What’s &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; most &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; thing &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt; for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is all about Christ's birth, and it reminds me of all the wonders He has blessed me with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; holiday &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dessert&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot apple pie with vanilla icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; your &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; holiday &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tradition&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we USED to drive up to my grandparents christmas eve and get there at like . . 7pm, say hi to everyone, put our stockings on the knobs on the wall, and go to sleep. Christmas morning we'd have breakfast, open our stockings in our pjs, and then whoever wanted to would go to the christmas service at my grandparent's church and then open our presents later that night after dinner. But that hasn't happened since '06. Last year was fun, we went to the Horner's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tops&lt;/span&gt; your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently nothing. Usually a star or some angel-looking thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Which &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;you &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;prefer&lt;/span&gt;, giving &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; receiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving is fun, I love seeing their face light up or they start laughing or get super excited. Receiving is fun too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;your &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; Christmas &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Holy Night. I like a lot of the hynm ones and a lot of the other ones too, but that one is my ultimate favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Candy &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;canes&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! They're yummy. I like to suck on the ends, makes them last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Favorite &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grinch, Polar Express, The Holiday, and that old one . . the title is something like 47th street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584668583543326938-5123858716862037887?l=rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/5123858716862037887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584668583543326938&amp;postID=5123858716862037887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/5123858716862037887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/5123858716862037887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-few-more-weeks-until-christmas.html' title='Only a few more weeks until christmas!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353867663506392875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SSnzzsZS7fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-PKI_e8tBls/S220/moi+with+curly+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584668583543326938.post-150828188742840306</id><published>2008-11-23T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:56:45.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know I said it'd be later when I posted and that I would post about how my mom's birthday went. Technically, it is later. And it was pretty fun. There were a lot of fishies, and we got to touch some rays. They're kinda slimy and weird but it was cool. And the food there was delicious!! Especially the dessert.. yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this time will actually be like a couple days later. Or something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584668583543326938-150828188742840306?l=rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/150828188742840306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584668583543326938&amp;postID=150828188742840306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/150828188742840306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/150828188742840306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-so-i-know-i-said-itd-be-later-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353867663506392875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SSnzzsZS7fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-PKI_e8tBls/S220/moi+with+curly+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584668583543326938.post-7297036813525130268</id><published>2008-11-23T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:53:15.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, I made a blog and got everything set up and whatnot but then there wasn't any 'new post' buttons that I could click, thus the no posts. And when I tried to post one just now, it said there were some conflicting errors and to try again. So the post I just wrote is all gone. But it's fine, it was kinda like this one and not really interesting at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have an interesting slash weird fact: I've lived here over a year and have yet(totally just typed that tey!) to see our mail person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post later when I actually have something to say haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584668583543326938-7297036813525130268?l=rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/7297036813525130268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584668583543326938&amp;postID=7297036813525130268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/7297036813525130268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/7297036813525130268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-ok-so-i-made-blog-and-got-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353867663506392875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SSnzzsZS7fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-PKI_e8tBls/S220/moi+with+curly+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1584668583543326938.post-4292788836443178193</id><published>2008-10-14T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:25:20.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd!</title><content type='html'>Hello, bloggers! This should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've ordered my senior pictures but they haven't arrived yet, sadly. I checked the mail and there was none, but I'm going to go check again soon. Is it weird that I've lived here for more than a year and have never once seen our mailperson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is my mom's birthday week, so tonight the family is going to meet at the Aquarium in Denver. My dad has dinner reservations for 6:15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post on how it went later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1584668583543326938-4292788836443178193?l=rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/feeds/4292788836443178193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1584668583543326938&amp;postID=4292788836443178193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/4292788836443178193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1584668583543326938/posts/default/4292788836443178193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebeccamassagetherapist.blogspot.com/2008/10/odd.html' title='Odd!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14353867663506392875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pTLimmCnZec/SSnzzsZS7fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-PKI_e8tBls/S220/moi+with+curly+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
